Hello again dear readers! It's Elizabeth's turn to give into another of her fantasies/urges. She still enjoys pushing Mr. Darcy to his breaking point. And, I think today we will see her teasing Mr. Darcy quite a bit. I wonder how he will respond. I won't say a word…you'll just have to read on to find out! This chapter took me a little longer to get through, mainly because I had a rough week. I spent a few days lying on the floor because my back just decided to give out on me just because it could…I didn't make any sudden movements to cause it, didn't overdo it at the gym, didn't do anything extraordinary to cause it to give out…my back just decided on its own to put me literally down just for kicks, apparently…ahhh…the pleasures of growing older each and every freaking day…I think I need a glass of wine to put me in a better mood…that and seeing what Elizabeth has in store for Mr. Darcy!

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Married Bliss Despite A Proposal Gone Awry

Elizabeth's POV:

I have come to the unsurprising realization lately that I can no longer take a bath without blushing.

Remembering our tryst there some days ago, makes my pulse quicken. Certainly, our love-play is the cause of my blushing, just thinking how erotic it was and how willingly I followed Will's direction. But, it was his commanding tone that can truly make my pulse race and what has been repeating at the back of my mind whenever I am in the company of my Mr. Darcy.

It is his voice, especially when it becomes a bit agitated or authoritative, which happens quite often actually, that can cause my temperature to rise, my breath to become a little shallow and causes my body to ache for him.

This cannot be normal, to be so hypersensitive to a man's voice, can it? I doubt he is as sensitive to mine. Yet, now that I have said this, I want him to be as sensitive to my voice as I am of his. Turnabout is fair play, I say!

I recall that William did repeat some of the words I said in the heat of passion back to me. So, it seems that he was indeed listening to what I was saying while I was lost in the sensation of our lovemaking. I wonder if my words can excite him to the point of distraction. In fact, I wonder what power my words or even some little actions on my part might have upon him.

I believe the only way to find out is to conduct a little experiment and hopefully he will be a most willing subject.

At the moment, we are enjoying a lovely breakfast. Truly, Pemberley's cooks are the best in the county. Since I have arrived, I have enjoyed every single morsel that has passed through my lips. In fact, perhaps I should show my appreciation for this lovely fare a little more demonstrably and start my little experiment now?

Picking up a scone, I begin to top it generously with clotted cream and place a plump strawberry on top. As I bring the morsel closer to my mouth, I speak to William who is sitting beside me and say, "Pemberley's cooks have outdone themselves today, William. These scones look absolutely delectable."

As soon as Will looks at me, I then dart my tongue out to capture some of the cream on the tip of my tongue, before closing my mouth over it to enjoy it and swallow. I make sure to moan in an innocent way in appreciation, while my eyes close in enjoyment.

When I open my eyes again and look at Will, I find him staring at my mouth with a glazed look in his eyes.

"Yes, they do look delicious," he says distractedly.

I continue playing in this manner with my food for Will's benefit. I wonder if he knows I'm doing this on purpose. As I continue to eat, my moans become only slightly louder, as I don't want to be found out so soon. In the next swipe my tongue makes to capture some more cream, my tongue is unable to hold onto it and the cream falls perfectly upon my chest and then proceeds to slide in between my breasts. I hear William moan softly and can see that he is captivated by the little scene I have created.

"Oh my," I say innocently, "how clumsy of me"! But, instead of bringing my napkin there to clean it, I simply take my fingertip and scoop up the cream onto it. I then bring my finger to my mouth, surround it with my lips and suck the confection off of it.

Upon doing this, I hear another slight moan coming from my husband. His eyes are closed momentarily. I believe this is having quite some effect on him already.

"Truly," I say, "these scones are heavenly. They simply fall apart in my mouth and this delightful cream just leaves a sweet yet tangy taste upon my tongue. I could have these every morning and be a very happy woman. You simply must try one, William."

I then prepare a scone for him, stand and bring it to him. I stand behind his chair and lean over him and whisper in his ear in as sultry a voice as I can manage, "Open your mouth, William." I see him shiver a little and hear him grunt very softly at my whispered command. As soon as he opens his mouth, I feed him the scone. He eats slowly, taking the time to appreciate the morsel or perhaps the fact that I am feeding him. After he has finished it, I see a small amount of cream has stuck to the corner of his lips, so I take my finger, scoop up the cream and bring it to his mouth.

William opens his lips and he proceeds to lick and suck my finger clean. This only serves to remind me what he can do with his tongue, as I have flashbacks to our wedding night. And, remembering how well he pleasured me then, I am inspired to perhaps re-enact some of those activities with the aid of this delightful cream.

Leaning to his ear again, I whisper, "Did you enjoy that William? Shall I feed you some more of this sweet cream?"

"Yes, please." he says in a deep voice that makes me melt.

"Well," I reply breathily, "come along, then, my love, so that I may feed you properly."

With that, I pick up the bowl with the thick cream and start walking towards the door. Without looking back, I say aloud, "Are you coming, my dear Mr. Darcy?"

I hear William stand abruptly and follow me as I leave the breakfast room and I lead him all the way back to our bedroom. He said nothing as he followed me, but every step I take closer to our bedroom thrills me to no end. When did I become such a seductress? William is the only one who can bring out this side of me. I feel safe with William and I love him so very much. Because of this, I feel like I am free to do whatever I like. I can explore every part of myself, including this previously unknown sensual side I never even really knew I had until I met my husband.

As soon as we entered the bedroom, I turned to lock the door. There is no escaping now, though from the look on William's face, leaving is the very last thing he would want.

This is new territory for me. Now that I have him here, what shall I do with him? There is no room for a shy, reticent Miss Elizabeth here, certainly. No, here, I am now Mrs. Darcy and what I want, I shall get! Once again, I find myself taking a moment to gather my courage and tap into my inner seductress, as I will definitely need both to seduce my husband.

"So, my dear," I begin, "I would hate to get you dirty, while I feed you. It would be best if you removed your clothes."

William's eyes opened wide in surprise at my suggestion and then colored in lust, before he began to strip before me, purposefully staring at me as each article of his clothes fell to the ground.

I put the cream down on the side table and also slowly begin to undress, keeping eye contact with William the entire time as well.

Once we are both nude, I once again pick up the bowl full of thick cream. I stick my finger in the bowl and bring out a small dollop on my fingertip that I begin to bring towards my mouth as if to eat it, but right before I do, I unbalance it so that it falls onto my chest as it did before, only this time it is sliding in the direction of my right nipple. How fortunate!

"Oh, my," I say once again, "how clumsy of me."

Looking up at William, I see he is riveted on the path the cream is taking.

"William," I say, "come and have a taste."

At hearing my command, I could see William tense and his manhood stiffen, rising even more than he already was.

"Yes" he replied eagerly, but as he stepped forward, I put my hand out to catch his attention and said, "Slowly, William. Do not rush while you eat. And, if you please me, I may also want to enjoy some more cream myself that you can help feed me."

My promise pleased him greatly, as I heard him groan as he closed his eyes a second to let my promise sink in.

He then approached me and bent his head to my breast. His tongue began to lick under my breast as he slowly made his way up, even as the cream slowly continued its downward ascent towards my nipple. William timed it perfectly, as his tongue reached my nipple at the same time that the cream did. After licking it up, he swirled his tongue around my nipple, before opening his mouth wide and sucking on my breast earnestly. I couldn't stop moaning, as every pull from his mouth felt as if he was tugging on a string of desire from deep within me.

I scooped another dollop of the cream and this time just coated my left nipple with the cream.

William saw this and latched onto that breast as soon as my finger moved away. He was taking his time this breast as well and I was starting to feel weak in my knees.

"Carry me to the bed, William," I told him.

He easily scooped me up in his arms and brought me to our bed. I held on tightly to the bowl with one hand, so as not to spill. But, once on the bed, I told him, "Now, sit at the foot of the bed, William and watch me."

This caught his attention, as he immediately did as I asked. He was quite curious to see what I would do.

I brought my free hand to my breast and caressed it. William grunted under his breath, his eyes riveted on my every movement.

And, now, I will see how my words affect him. I want him to be as affected by my voice as I am of his.

I slowly begin to open my legs exposing my core to his view while I begin speaking and I can hear his breathing turn a bit harsher.

With a soft, sultry voice that seems to come naturally to me as I think of what William has done to me, I say, "When you licked my breasts, William, it felt so good. I love your tongue on my breasts. It was so soft, at first, like you were savoring me slowly" I trail my finger in the path his tongue took and sigh. "And then, when you took my breasts into your mouth and sucked hard on them like you were starving, I could feel my desire begin to be pulled from deep within me." At this, I grab my breast roughly and run my thumb harshly over my nipple while my body arches.

Once I settle on the bed again I look into his eyes. "You have a very talented tongue, husband, and a very pleasurable mouth. My body aches with wanting your mouth on every part of me, William," I say honestly with a fevered pitch that portrays my need for him. "My body is weeping in need of you, can you not see?" I ask as I open my legs even wider.

Looking at William's manhood, I can see my uncensored and honest words are having quite an effect, as a bead of William's seed has begun to slide down from his tip. My mind wanders momentarily as I wonder how that might taste with the cream. Perhaps I will find out, momentarily. But, first, I did promise to feed him.

Looking into William's eyes, I ask, "Are you still hungry, my love?"

"Starving," he says roughly in that voice that causes me to clench my inner muscles. I can see him trembling, as if he is having a very difficult time keeping himself from touching me.

"Well then, let's feed you, shall we?" I say as I take a few fingers full of cream and bring it towards him as if to feed him. Fortunately for me, however, the cream once again fell, only this time right over my womanhood.

"Oops." I say as innocently as I can once more, "How clumsy of me," My voice has a husky quality as I tease him with my words while looking up at him.

I bring my sticky fingers to my mouth as I lick and suck on them and then tell him, "Come and taste, my love. This cream is simply divine."

He doesn't waste any time to comply. Gripping my thighs with his big hands, he opens my legs wider as he dives to devour the cream and me with it.

The moment his mouth closes over me, I moan loudly and begin to writhe in the great pleasure only he can give me. I had fantasized about this act since he had done it to me during our wedding night, and it is just as incredible now as it was then. I am lost in my pleasure, once again. William is extracting all manner of shameless noises from my mouth and looking down for a moment, I see him looking at me lustfully even as he is feasting on me. It is too much for me to take. I hold nothing back as I allow my thoughts to be voiced so that he may hear them as I say, "God, William! This feels incredible! So good! Only you can do this to me! Only you…"

Suddenly, I am overcome by it all and I succumb to that overwhelming sweet completion that only my William can draw from me. My body is quivering in gratification of its pleasurable release. And, still he continues to feast until I cry out that it is too much, at which point he disengages from me and starts to move over me in order to become one with me.

But, before he can, I tell him, "Lie on your back, William."

He struggles a moment with my request. I can see he simply wants to make love now. But, thanks to that ingrained control of his, he masters himself and then does as I ask.

I then sit on his strong legs as I get more cream and, to William's shock, proceed to lather his manhood with it and telling him, "I'm hungry too, my love," before I then proceed to lick and suck on William as eagerly as he did to me.

I can hear him moaning, grunting and even swearing quite loudly. It is causing me to become quite wet. And, as I continue while looking at him, I see the most arresting sight of William's face lit in extreme pleasure, even as he struggles to hold onto his control. But, as usual, I want to see him loose that control.

While he is with me, I want him to be free in his passion too. So, I release him from my mouth and say, "William, you taste delicious. Do you like it when I taste you?" I say before taking a quick swipe of his tip with my tongue.

His eyes look quite fevered as he drops his head back, closes his eyes and then growls out the word, "Yes!"

With that, I take him into my mouth again and suck as hard as I can, while I move up and down repeatedly. As my spirited action took him by surprise, he suddenly yelled out "Bloody hell! God in heaven, Elizabeth…yes!" I am certainly soaked now. And even though I had already received my pleasure, I need him yet again, badly! So, after a few more moments of pleasuring him with my mouth, I let him go and position myself over him.

"I need you, now, William," I state as I guide him into me. The moment he enters me always makes my breath catch, knowing that this is as close as our bodies can become. I let gravity take over as I sink deeply onto him and then quickly begin to move against him. William is cursing with pleasure again. After a few moments, I lean down and let propriety disappear yet again as I ardently and honestly tell him, "You always feel so good, William. You are so big and I love how you stretch me to fit you. I love how hard you become because of me; how ready you are to make me yours. You make me feel so full, so complete. You make me feel beautiful. I love you William!"

My words have the desired effect, as I see William's concentration unravel before my eyes and his fevered lust for me take over. He flips us over quite suddenly and his body seems to have a mind of its own as he lifts my legs onto his shoulders and leans down towards me even as he pummels vehemently into me.

He is so incredibly deep this way and I tell him so. "Yes, William! Hmm…so deep…so very deep…God!"

This only causes him to push deeper and more forcefully. God, I love this man! He is reaching for his own lustful culmination.

And then, his mouth lets loose his normally restrained private thoughts verbally in a frenzy, as his words brings me even closer to the edge.

His voice is so incredibly rough and deep, dripping in desire, and he says "God, Elizabeth…so beautiful…so damned desirable…so ready for me…breasts so soft…exquisite quim so hot, so wet, so tight, so sweet, so delicious…mine…only mine!"

His weight on me and in me is so delicious! And his erotic words have made me so incredibly wet that he is gliding into me even more smoothly now. I can see his manhood glistening because of me and his movements are now quite forceful and erratic. In the next moment, he leans down even further, spreading my legs out even more, allowing him to go impossibly deeper as he explodes and yells out "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

Feeling his manhood expand even more inside me right before he explodes inside me, takes me over the edge and I cannot help but yell out too, "Yes, William, Yes! God, yes!" while my body convulses deeply, constricting him even more from his very deep position. I can feel his seed spill into me and tears slide down my face from being so overwhelmed by my feelings for William.

William feels every vibration from my body, as his body shudders atop mine, coaxing every ounce of pleasure from him.

As his body slowly begins to calm, he lowers my legs to the bed, slips out of me and he lies on the bed, pulling me beside him.

I feel his lips kiss my face softly, repeatedly, as he whispers, "I love you" over and over again. I feel cherished and safe in the arms of my loving husband. This is where I am always meant to be, I know it.

After a while, in between his kisses, I blink innocently with wide eyes and ask him, "So, did you enjoy your meal, my love?"

William stops and stares at me with an incredulous visage upon his face and then erupts into full blown laughter. He doesn't stop for quite some time. I think I may have broken him.

In between his laughter, he finally manages to say, "Yes, very much so." Then, he quickly quipped back, "Did you?"

Stroking his member with my hand ever so softly, he gasped surprised by my touch, I tell him quite honestly, "As I said before, my love, it was so delectable, I could have it every morning and be a very happy woman."

"Fuck," he whispered so softly that I almost didn't hear it.

Then, I let him go just as quickly and jumped out of the bed. "Time to greet the new day, Sir! We mustn't be so idle! What would Mrs. Reynolds say if we resorted to napping so early in the day?"

William closed his eyes and tried to say in his authoritative voice, "I am the Master of Pemberley. I will do as I please, even if it is to be idle."

Then, with a sultry voice, I continued, "Come, sir, we both know you can be quite energetic when you want to be," I said with a wink and knowing smile.

William, threw his head back on the pillow and grunted, "Ugghh…saucy minx!" while he covered his eyes with his arm even as I noticed his manhood beginning to rise once again at attention.

I simply laughed as I proceeded to dress for the day. Perhaps my voice does affect him as his does mine. I do believe my little experiment was quite the success!