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Elizabeth awoke slowly the next morning to William's lips caressing and nibbling at the sensitive spot just under her earlobe. The stubble on his chin worked to enhance the pleasure, as its grazed across her skin making it more sensitive to the touch of his tongue.

"Good morning, wife," William murmured From behind her, the rumble of his throat travelling all the way to the tips of her toes, as the familiar ache began to build within.

"Good morning, husband," she half sighed, half moaned turning her face towards his.

William captured her mouth with his engaging her tongue in a spirited duel, as Elizabeth brought her hand round to tangle in his hair, her fingers sliding through his silky curls and he made quick work of stripping her night dress off of her. Elizabeth could not find it in her to care that he hadn't properly seen her wearing it or that it would be terribly creased!

He moved one hand to cup her breast and tease the nipple into a stiff peak, while his other hand leisurely travelled downwards, to her navel gently circling it before it continued its path, the callouses adorning his palm, evoking a desperate need within her.

And then he was there, at her sex his fingers gave a little pull at her curls and then to her despair, he veered right and trailed his fingers down her hip.

"William," she whimpered.

"Mmmm?" he said innocently smiling against her collar bone.

His fingers now moving along the seam on the creamy skin of her thigh, suddenly gripping it and moving it behind her to rest on his hip, opening her too him as she slowly softened into his embrace, burying her face against his neck gasping as he unhurriedly to caress her folds before he slid a finger deep inside her. The sensual stroke almost undid her instantly as his thumb wickedly began a relentless circular motion against the sensitive spot at the top of her sex. She had been so lost in his skill in pleasuring her so fully, that it took a moment for her to realise that he was no longer kissing her. In fact, the hand that had been cupping and teasing her breasts was now under her jaw holding her in place. Opening her eyes, she saw her husband's face poised above her, as he was watching her passionate reaction. She suddenly felt exceedingly embarrassed, averting her gaze from his heated stare, when he inserted a second finger causing her to arch off of the bed slightly. Through her haze of building ecstasy, she heard Williams, growl of approval and then felt his hard and insistent erection pressing into her buttocks reminding her that she wanted to explore and learn what made him loose control, as he was currently learning her.

Wriggling against him and watching his tortured expression, his cheeks flushed and his mouth dropping open a fraction as a small groan escaped, spurred her on. He applied more pressure to her hidden pearl and simultaneously plunged his fingers in and out of her clenching sex, knowing she was close. One hand fisted in his hair, the other in the fabric of his nightshirt, Elizabeth, looked at him imagining him at her mercy, his pleasure her to give. That thought was enough to tip her over the edge and she stiffened as her body fell into the abyss…

She gradually came back down from her euphoria to feel William nudging her thighs further apart and settling himself over her…

"No!" she protested, her eyes widening as she placed her hands against his chest to stop him.

He frowned down at her, his muscles straining with the effort not to take her, "I don't think you really mean that… do you?" he said, suddenly uncertain. He knew she had found release and he knew he had not been rough with her, but maybe she was worried after the last time…

Elizabeth frowned, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she looked up at him, her hands grasping his forearms, "I want to, I would just… um, I want to explore… that is I would like to be in control – well not control, but…" she trailed off.

Truthfully, William did not know if he could handle having her 'explore him' he was so aroused it wouldn't much for him to finish. He let out a long, heavy breath and lowered his forehead to hers as he tried to regain control over himself and tried to think of what might happen.

He would not have ever considered this, had she tried to touch his scars at the picnic yesterday…but the she had respected his boundaries, therefore why would she not respect them now? He needed to calm himself, he was overthinking this.

As she looked up at his face so close to hers it was slightly blurry, his eyes screwed shut as he struggled to make his decision, "Can you trust me, William?"

She made to move her hands, intending using them to pull his face away so that she could look at him, but he pulled away from her. She groaned in despair, fearing he would leave her. Instead as he rolled away, he took her with him, reversing their positions so that she was laying beneath her, his hands gripping her hips as he shifted slightly.

"What do you want of me, Lizzy?" he whispered, his fingers digging into the flesh of her curves.

Feeling exposed as she sat looking down at his handsome face, his eyes focused upon her breasts. He flexed his hips again and she realised he was enjoying watching them bounce and move. It took a great deal of courage for her to fight the overwhelming urge to cover herself. Elizabeth would need to be confident otherwise he would take back the control he had just relinquished.

After a moment's hesitation, she spoke, "I want you to remove your nightshirt, William,"

He sat up his face coming close to hers as he pulled the nightshirt over his head before tossing it on the floor. Turning back to face her, he tried to claim her mouth, but she pushed him to lay back on the bed again.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, we agreed that it was my turn Mr Darcy, remember?" she said, arching a brow at him.

Chuckling, he said, "Please, use me to take your pleasure, Mrs Darcy. I am your servant," with a slight dip of his head and clasping his hands behind his head, his hair mussed from when she had pulled at it, moments before.

Her mouth went dry as she gazed upon him, smooth pale skin stretched over strong, broad shoulders tapering down to sharp and defined muscles of his abdomen with a V shape slashing across each hip. Although she knew as a gentleman, he would be considered a man of leisure, his physique was sharp and lithe, with not an ounce of fat to it, revealed he was anything but idle.

She gently ran her fingers from his chest and down his abdomen, enjoying the way the muscles rippled and danced under her caresses. It surprised her to find his torso completely unmarred, with not a scar blemishing it. Glancing up, she saw his piercing blue eyes regarding her, and his chiselled features carried a tension. Elizabeth could see that he was watching for anything that might give him cause to stop her.

"You are beautiful, William," she said huskily, with such a raw affection that his heart skipped a beat within his chest. "Will you allow me to see the rest of you?" she asked, wriggling her hips slightly.

A multitude of emotions passed across his face as he weighed the risk of what she was asking of him. He was safely upon his back as long as she did not ask him to turn there should be no issue with her continuing. Beyond words, he simply nodded, never taking his assessing gaze from her.

She rested her weight upon his chest as she moved to sit beside him, giving him a small peck on his nose as she did. Elizabeth could see that he was taking great pains to appear relaxed, so that she would not be put off or startled. It astounded her, how well he already knew her, it felt like they had known each other for years.

She decided to work her way down, moving to lean over him, she put her hands to rest on his elbows as she took his earlobe between her teeth tugging at it gently, proceeding to taste her way down to the hollow at the base of his neck, flicking her tongue out to taste the slight saltiness of his skin and the feeling of the movement of his pulse and his Adam's apple.

When she adjusted her position further down the bed her breast brushed against his chest eliciting a strangled moan from him and so she repeated the action once more deliberately. Looking up, her gaze clashed with his and she could see he was slowly unravelling, his jaw clenched in an effort to remain still. Gazes still locked she provocatively used the flat of her tongue across his nipple and he let out a low grow before looking up at the canopy of the bed. Then remembering how she had enjoyed it when he had caressed her nipples by suckling them, she did the same using her teeth to graze them before soothing the sting with her tongue as he had done on more the one occasion.

William, let out a moan but tried to disguise it by clearing his throat and shifting slightly beneath her. She felt a smug satisfaction at having this big strong man, bending to her will and powerless to do anything but feel the pleasure. A thrill ran through her, at the excitement and pride at being the one who had caused him to make those noises of pleasure. Moving her hands further down, she came into something hot and hard lying against his abdomen and instantly drew it back, before she straightened and turned to look down at the part of him that joined them together.

A small gasp of shock escaped her as she looked at it, she was not sure what she had expected, she knew the rough shape it would be from the feel of it, but this was far too big to have been inside her and not torn her in two! He was large, proud and clearly ready for her… but how on earth did gentleman conceal these within their trousers? And was every man's the same?

Faltering she looked back to William, unsure of what do next. She could see he was clearly amused clamping his lips together to stop from laughing at her inexperience and shock at seeing his... I don't even know what to call it! She thought dismayed, looking back at his hard member jutting out, seeming to grow larger the longer she looked at it.

"Well, Elizabeth, what will you do with me, now that you have me at your mercy?" he said cocking an arrogant brow, his intention to get inside her as soon as possible, he was incredibly aroused and her innocence as she had unhurriedly looked upon him and explored him had pushed him to his limits.

His gaze turned molten as he watched her tentative reach down to run her fingers lightly over him, making his toes curl. Goodness he was going embarrass himself, he needed to distract himself he thought desperately. He tried to think of his last meeting with his steward. He tried to think about crop rotation, but then her hand grasped him and gently squeezed and he couldn't do anything other than watch her, his breathing laboured.

"Am I hurting you? It makes me feel wonderful when you touch me in this way, William." She said looking at him, her green eyes, wide in her face trying to decipher if he was in pain or pleasure.

"No, no, you are not hurting me." he grunted, his hands now fisted gripping his pillow, his teeth clenched as she began to move her hands trying to find the best way, but unsure. He startled her a little, when he flexed his hips into her hands slightly, needing more pressure.

She was fascinated at the feel of him, hot and silky to touch, soft and yet firm… "I am just not sure; I cannot imitate what you did to me as you are so different… I…"

"Apply a little more pressure and move your hands up and down from tip to base," he rasped.

Elizabeth did as he said and noticed a small bead of moisture forming at the tip, "I wonder…" Elizabeth trailed off and he watched as she slowly lowered her head and her perfect pink tongue flicked out and tasted him.

The breath in his lungs seized and he sucked in a breath, a whimper escaped him and he dug the heels of feet into the bed. Elizabeth felt that sound tear through her, and she would not stop until she had made it happen over and over again!

He had decided he could take no more of this torture, and had been about to stop her when she took him into her open her warm open mouth and swirled her tongue about him, and his head fell back with his mouth open in a silent moan. Elizabeth had never seen anything so erotic and began to increase her efforts, her confidence growing and enjoying the feel and taste of him.

He did not know if it was her innocence of this was the first time a woman was pleasuring him, when he was not in control, but he had never felt a pleasure like it. His gut clenched and his heart fluttered as the blood roared in his ears.

With a groan he pulled her off of him and lifted her to sit astride him once more.

"Did I displease you?" she said looking worried.

"No, if you pleased me anymore this would be over, and I do not wish to spend in your mouth."

Blushing furiously, she spoke without thinking, "I would not have minded-" before she could finish her sentence he sat up and claimed her lips, kissing her deeply until she softened in his embrace and then moved to trail kisses down to her pert breasts, taking the taut tip of one into his mouth and circling her nipple, his cheeks hollowing as he suckled on it, the rasp of his night beard adding a delicious friction.

Chuckling she pushed him back to the mattress, "It is still my turn!"

"I wish I could have an image of you like this, cheeks flushed, lips swollen from my kisses with your hair tumbling over you luscious breasts…" replied William, trailing a hand in between her breasts to grasp her jaw, his thumb trailing her lower lip, before she wantonly sucked it into her mouth, "With you doing just that," he gasped.

"Then I should want one of you lying beneath me, my husband," she whispered back.

Then moving his hands to rest on her hips he lifter her and instructed her on how to take him for their current position. Doing as he said she took him in her hand again before guiding him to her entrance slowly, inch by painful inch, until he was fully sheathed within her. She clenched around him, and for a moment he thought he might black out from the pleasure and then she began to move experimentally, growing accustomed to this new position. Supporting herself on his chest she took back the control, liking that she could decide the speed and the depth of their lovemaking, however as her climax grew near, she grew tired and struggled to maintain the rhythm.

Sensing her fatigue, William flexed his muscles pushing himself up into her, "Lean back and place your hands to rest on my thighs," he grunted as he picked up his pace and brought her to a shattering climax with his following soon after. Elizabeth collapsed heavily on his chest as he gently smoothed his hands up and down her back, before they came to rest on her buttocks.

"Am I too heavy," she whispered.

William chuckled, "Do not be silly, how could you ever be too heavy?"

"Good, because I do not think I can move just yet." she said tilting her head to look up at him. "What are you thinking about?"

"What we just shared, I enjoyed it very much." he said softly.

"I did too. We shall have to prepare for breakfast soon I suppose." she said failing to stifle a yawn.

"We do not, we can stay a bed as long as we wish." he said, matter of factly.

"But the servant's..."

"Will see that we have not risen and will await to receive instruction before making our morning meal. Do not worry or feel embarrassed we are newly married and, on our honeymoon, Elizabeth." he said, reassuringly.

They fell into a silence, William was preoccupied with his current growing feelings toward the woman he held in his arms, and Elizabeth sure of her love for her the man holding her.

"William." said Elizabeth.

"Mmhmm?"

"Thank you," she said softly before she gave into her exhaustion.

Quarter of an hour later, he rolled moving Elizabeth so that she was curled into his side, William decided he was too tired to think anymore of his heart conflicting with his mind and would join his wife and sleep. Just as he was finally drifting off, he heard someone knocking on his chamber door.

Gently untangling himself from Elizabeth, careful not to wake her, he drew the curtains around the bed to protect her from being seen, put on his robe and went to answer the door. Opening it to find his valet; Steven's stood there, looking somewhat uncomfortable.

"Sorry to disturb you master, but there is a carriage fast approaching and -"

"Tell them we are not receiving calls." he interrupted and went to close his door.

"Uh, well..."

"Yes, come on, out with it man?" he demanded losing his patience.

"It has been identified as your aunt; Lady de Bourgh's carriage, Sir..."