Hello again readers. Have you missed me? I'm sorry it has taken me quite some time to get this chapter out. But, I hope the wait will be worth it. A couple of things has caused the holdup of this next chapter. First of all, this chapter has been quite difficult to write, simply as Mr. Darcy hasn't been bugging me about getting started on his chapter much…perhaps he was left quite satisfied from the last chapter and has needed a break…I'm wondering if Elizabeth wore him out? The other cause of the holdup has been that I have been quite busy with some new endeavors and I myself, probably like Darcy, have been a bit too worn out by the time I get home to dive into my writing. So, as my energy has been low as of late and direction from Mr. Darcy has not been forthcoming, I am afraid the story got put on the backburner for a bit. As I am writing this, I am only about to start creating this next chapter and I have no idea where Mr. Darcy might lead me, though his more romantic side might make an appearance. Your guess is as good as mine at this point in time, however. But, perhaps I should just start typing and see where this goes.
It seems you have all taken a great liking to these two versions of Darcy and Elizabeth I have created from Ms. Austen's amazing characters. Whereas the first half of this story, "A Proposal Gone Awry" has already surpassed 32,000 views, this story is quickly doing its best of catching up to its predecessor as it has almost 20,000 views! I am in awe of how well these have done! Thank you for all the support and all of your great comments! I can't tell you how happy I get to see those comments! As I mentioned before, I am reaching the end of this story. I may only have one more chapter in me left for this set of characters. But, if I have time again, I'll likely be inspired to take Darcy and Elizabeth in an entirely new direction in a new and different story…and I hope you would return to read that once I decide to start writing it. Please do drop me your comments and I hope you enjoy whatever is about to happen in good old Pemberley! Happy reading!
Married Bliss Despite A Proposal Gone Awry
Darcy's POV:
It has been a week since I had the most erotic experience of my life when my wife tied me up to our bed and had her way with me. Not once in my entire life could I have ever imagined such a thing would happen to me! Truth be told, Elizabeth is the only woman I have ever made love to. Granted, it wasn't like I didn't have the opportunities available to me. Of course, in my youth I saw the way I was looked at by the young servant girls who work for the estate. And, once I was off studying at university, I often heard about the dissolute activities of my classmates. Not to mention, having on occasion had the misfortune of catching Wickham's indiscretions. And, though I was often mocked for not indulging where there seemed to be so many opportunities available, there was never any way that I would have ever gone against my upbringing.
Growing up under the ever watchful eyes of my Father who expected me to always act in a manner befitting the title of a gentleman and the future Master of Pemberley, I practiced restraint in many areas of my life from childhood. And, while I knew or heard or even saw others give in to their baser instincts, I never succumbed to that. I always simply recalled the words my father said to me as a child, telling me I was born to a position where I would always be watched in everything I did. And, as such, whatever I did would be a reflection not only on me but also upon my family, Pemberley and everyone who depended on our family for their survival as a whole. And, I also recall some of the final words from my blessed mother, who hoped I would meet a young woman that I would love deeply and as such, she told me to always treat her with great love and respect.
I wish Elizabeth could have met my mother. I know my mother would have adored her and my father would have been delighted not only that I married such a beautiful woman, but even more importantly, a greatly intelligent one at that!
Elizabeth is the only woman I have ever had relations with and I am so incredibly thankful that I waited for her. We have experienced every first together. And, though I certainly didn't ever expect my wife to be as enthusiastic as I am in our intimate endeavors, I know I am the luckiest man in the world to have a wife who has answered every single one of my needs, especially the physical ones which I never noticed until now just how powerful they would be in the presence of my extremely desirable wife. I know she said she was not perfect during our passionate night that was made even more unforgettable thanks to those now very precious red ribbons she bought to tie me up with. I imagine any other bride would have swooned at the very thought of using them as they were that night, but my Elizabeth instead not only had the thought, but set it up to make it happen and then just had the courage to plunge ahead, not knowing how I might react, all for the sake of putting me at ease by showing me just how much she loves me. It didn't sit well with her that I might doubt her love, but it was never about that. I really did think that there was something lacking in me and that I simply wasn't enough for her. But, I learned my lesson quite willingly that night. Every soft, teasing kiss and every declaration of love dug out any doubts I had that were surrounding my heart until it was finally clear of those nagging doubts of my worthiness. Elizabeth is simply amazing and I could never explain to her just how much I love her and what she means to me.
But, tomorrow, I will set about my own little plan that has been in the works since that night, so that she can get an inkling of my incredibly deep love for her. At the start of every hour, tomorrow, I will present my lovely Elizabeth with some token of my love, whether it be a gift, an act or just simple words said from the heart. I need her to know that my heart belongs to her now and always. And, now as I lay in bed beside my wife, while she sleeps with her head above my heart as I hold her, I anticipate her reactions for what is yet to come.
The night seemed to pass in the blink of an eye, and I woke with the dawn. Elizabeth was still safe within my arms and I allowed myself to simply bask in the joy of holding her. To think, I almost ruined my chance of holding her in my arms every morning for the rest of my life because I was so clueless in my initial proposal. No, I actually can't think of that, because I'll go mad thinking about how close I was to losing her then.
But as I look upon the clock upon the mantle over the fireplace, I can see the hour is about to chime for six in the morning. Elizabeth's day, as I have decided to call it, is about to begin, and I stretch my arm to reach under the bed to retrieve the first of Elizabeth's tokens of my love.
I have pulled out from under the bed a small bunch of wildflowers that I had picked the day before and tied up with a cherished thin, delicate blue ribbon. They held a lovely scent that I hoped Elizabeth would like. I slowly followed the curve of her cheek with the flowers and doing this woke her up. After waking, her first reaction was to look into my eyes and smile. Then she saw the flowers and her smile grew bigger.
"What's this, William"?
"They're for you, my love. I picked them for you from an obliging field on our grounds."
"They're beautiful. Thank you." she said with a blush.
"Today is about you, Elizabeth."
She looked confused at my declaration, so I clarified. "Today, I want to give you the smallest glimpse of my love for you. I say that it is simply a small glimpse, as I don't believe I could ever fully show you just how much you mean to me, Elizabeth. But, I want to try, if only to show you how grateful I am that you are my wife and how much I love you.
"Oh, William! You don't have to do that. I know you love me," she admonished with a sweet smile.
"Yes, but I will always make the effort to remind you of it when I can, and today I want you to fully understand it," I said.
I could see Elizabeth's eyes were glassy with unshed tears even as she smiled at me, doing her best to keep her tears from falling.
"Thank you, Will," she whispered as she took her flowers and enjoyed their scent. Noticing the ribbon, she mentioned, "What a pretty ribbon you've tied them with. It is such a lovely shade of blue."
I spoke softly. "It belonged to my mother and was one of her favorites that she often tied her hair with because it was the same shade of blue as her eyes."
Elizabeth didn't hold back her tears then, as she understood the significance of me entrusting this very sentimental token of my mother's into her care. "I'll treasure it always, Will" she said softly and I could feel my heart swell with my love for her as I kissed her cheek and then embraced her for the simple joy of holding her in my arms. We stayed like that for quite some time, until it was time to get up and start getting ready to begin our day. We dressed and I smiled as I led her to the breakfast room right as the clock there chimed that it was seven. The table, where we sat, was laden with all manner of delicacies which pleased Elizabeth. Then I called the servant who brought in another separate dish covered by a cloche and set it on the table.
"I took the liberty to have our cook prepare what is one of your favorites and now definitely one of mine," I told her with a small smirk. I looked forward to seeing her reaction to this second, simple yet edible gift of mine.
"And what is that, my dear?" she asked.
I dismissed the servant and then leaned over to uncover the dish, revealing freshly made scones and clotted cream.
Upon seeing them, Elizabeth blushed most prettily, which only intensified when I took a scone, spread some of the clotted cream on it and brought it to her lips. As I fed it to her, a bit of clotted cream got on the corner of her lip, so I brought my thumb to clear it off, then brought my thumb to my mouth to lick the delicious cream off of it. I could tell Elizabeth was remembering every moment of our escapade. I made no other mention of it, however, but we enjoyed our breakfast with sly looks to each other and light conversation.
Even though I was not going to be with Elizabeth the entire day, I did plan on each gift being given to her every hour on the hour. As the hour approached eight, and we were done with breakfast, I took Elizabeth by the hand and led her to the library.
"Why are we going to your library, William?" she asked me.
"Because I want to show you your next gift." I told her.
She was curious and followed me into one of the big bookshelves. It was empty and when she saw it, she asked me why that was.
"I emptied it for you, as I hope you will fill it with any books that you would like to read. I wanted to make space for the books that you hold dear as well. I want you to consider the library as fully ours, not just mine."
She turned around, her mouth open in astonishment, threw her arms around me and kissed me soundly on my lips. We kissed for some time, before she broke away.
"Thank you, William, for knowing me so well. I love you."
"I love you too, Elizabeth. I wish I could spend the entire day with you, but I need to tend to the issues of a couple of our tenants, so I will have to leave you for some hours, but I will look forward to coming home to the woman I love when I am done."
Elizabeth blushed again upon hearing my words. "Hurry back," she whispered and then said goodbye to me with a kiss.
At nine, Elizabeth's Abigail approached her with a letter I had given her earlier to deliver to Elizabeth.
The letter read, "My dearest, loveliest Elizabeth, now that you have a space cleared for you in the library, I hope you enjoy filling it. Why not start today? I have opened an account for you at the bookshop in town where you purchased my now cherished book of sonnets that you gifted me. Please, do go and purchase whatever you desire, my love."
Elizabeth had gotten excited at the prospect of purchasing whatever books caught her fancy, so she left to do exactly that. Once getting to the bookshop and while perusing the selection the owner had on hand, when the clock struck ten, the owner of the shop approached Elizabeth and handed her a small, long but thin box with a small note attached to it. Opening it, Elizabeth read, "My love, I entrust to you this special embroidered bookmark that my mother made for my father, which he treasured. I hope it may remind you of my love for you whenever you use it." Elizabeth cried quietly as her fingers gently held the treasured bookmark.
As Elizabeth was still in the bookshop when the clock struck eleven, the owner once more approached her with another letter from me.
It read, "My Love, when you are done choosing books, why not go enjoy something to eat at the café next-door? You could read one of your books while you enjoy something sweet. Love, William."
At the cafe, I had reserved a table for her by the window so that she could enjoy watching people as they walked by while reading.
At twelve, the owner of the cafe brought a beautifully wrapped box of chocolates along with another note from me that said, "To the woman I love who makes my life sweeter than I ever thought it could be." Elizabeth smiled and read the simple note many times as she enjoyed her chocolates.
After that, she returned home to Pemberley, and at one, she was approached by another servant who presented her with another note. This one said, "My love, why not take one of your books and enjoy the fine weather in the garden. There is a lovely reading spot by the lavender roses."
Elizabeth knew the spot William spoke of, as she mentioned to him only a few days ago how beautiful the lavender roses were. So, taking her book, she walked out of the house and towards the blooms. When she got there, she was shocked to see a lovely and intricate marble bench that had not been there only a few days ago when she was last there. Upon getting closer, she saw that delicately inscribed on the top end of the bench was "To Elizabeth, my most beautiful English rose. Love, William"
Elizabeth brought her hand to her heart, because it seemed to be beating faster than usual. She lightly ran her fingers over those precious words inscribed on the bench and finally sat and began to read after she brushed her happy tears away and once her heartbeat slowed.
Elizabeth tried to read but was distracted by her swirling thoughts of all of William's gifts so far. At two, Her attention was caught when her Abigail approached her with a small box with another short note attached from William. Once she delivered it, she left.
Opening the note, Elizabeth read his words aloud. "May these roses adorn your already perfect beauty, Love William." She then opened the small box which revealed two silver haircombs with tiny, intricate, three-dimensional silver roses adorning the top of them.
Elizabeth softly uttered, "Oh, William," as her fingers traced over the detailed design of the roses. It seemed, to Elizabeth, that today her eyes would be misty the entire day as she received token after token from her beloved husband.
After admiring her gift for some time, she put them in her hair and then continued to read her book as she sat upon her bench.
At three, one of the gardeners approached her with a note from William. After he left, she opened and read it. It said, "My love, come see what awaits you by your Willow tree beside the pond. Love William."
Elizabeth smiled and took off in a carefree gait to the tree which held such delicious memories now for both her and William.
Once there, Elizabeth pulled aside the heavy curtain of hanging leaves and stepped inside its hidden natural alcove. What she saw there melted her heart. There was a large blanket on the ground. Upon it was a variety of food and drink.
And, of course, I was the most prominent figure there as well while I waited for her with another small bouquet of wildflowers to present to the love of my life.
Before Elizabeth could stop herself, she threw herself into my arms and kissed me soundly.
I welcomed Elizabeth's enthusiasm. I had missed her all day while I was away and as each hour passed, I wondered at Elizabeth's reactions to my gifts. I hoped they had made her happy and had shown her a little of the great love I have for her.
When she ended the kiss, Elizabeth looked at me with eyes shining from her tears. For a moment, I was alarmed. "What's wrong, Elizabeth?" I asked concerned.
"Nothing is wrong. Everything is right. Your heartfelt, thoughtful gifts have been making me cry with the joy my heart feels knowing just how much you love me. You are amazing, William. I love you."
"I know my gifts are not much, but I just wanted to show you a little of what I feel," I said.
"No, William, they are too much. You did not have to give me anything for me to know that you love me. But I love every gift. They are all perfect." she replied.
"You deserve so much more, Elizabeth, because you gave me everything the day you agreed to become my wife. You brought a happiness into my life that I never thought I would have. You deserve the world." I said and then leaned in for another, softer kiss.
"Come, let's enjoy this small meal together in our little hidden alcove." I told her with a smile.
We sat and enjoyed the food while she told me about her day and her reactions to my gifts, before I told her about my day as well. We both couldn't stop smiling as we enjoyed each other's company and the lovely picnic prepared by our cook. The ducks even swam by when they noticed we had food. We took turns feeding them some of the leftover bread we had in the basket.
At four, I pulled out a letter from my coat and gave it to Elizabeth.
Elizabeth smiled and eagerly opened her letter and I watched her as she read it.
The letter said:
My love, as you know, I am no orator. You know that I do not always relate what I am feeling perfectly when I speak. But, I believe it might be easier for me to say what I want to say this way, in the written word.
Elizabeth, I cannot be in your presence without my heart feeling as if it is finally complete. The emptiness I used to carry throughout my life disappeared the day I met you. I love you. Before my mother passed away, she told me that she hoped I would marry someone whom I loved and who would love me. She wished for my happiness. It is because of you, that her hopes and wishes have come true. She would have loved you too. You, my love, make me truly happy. You bring me joy. I love you.
You are a beautiful woman, not only in your visage but within as well. I love your laughter. I love your heart. I love your body. I love your intelligence, wit and vivacity for life. I know you have said you are not perfect, but to me you are. There is nothing that I do not love about you.
I can only hope that I can make you as happy as you make me. I look forward to waking up beside you every morning and spending every day of my life with you, my dearest, loveliest Elizabeth.
Love,
Your William
I saw Elizabeth's face as she read her letter. She blushed and cried, from happiness, as she read my words. When she finished it, she refolded the letter carefully and placed it safely within her book, so that it might not get crumpled.
She then slowly reached her hand out and pulled me towards her and kissed me tenderly. My heart was beating rapidly from the nerves I had while I watched her read my letter.
"I love the gift of your words, William. You have made me just as happy. I love you too," she whispered.
She then leaned against me while I wrapped my arms around her and we simply watched the comings and goings of the ducks as they swam the pond. I enjoyed simply embracing my wife in quiet solitude as she seemed to melt into my arms as I held her closely to me.
In time, we packed up our picnic and then returned to the house.
When the clock struck five, eventually, I led Elizabeth back to our bedroom, where I presented her with another long, but thin box.
When she opened it, Elizabeth gasped, saying "Oh! No, William, this is too much."
"Nonsense," I told her. I then took the delicately ornate diamond and ruby necklace out of the box, stood behind her as I lifted it over her head to lay against her skin as I connected the clasp at the back of her neck. Elizabeth could see herself in the mirror hung on the wall before her, and I saw her reflection as she softly caressed the necklace as it clung so perfectly to her neck.
As I stood closely behind her, I told her, "This is just one of my mother's many jewels that are now yours. I would like you to wear this later tonight for supper."
Looking at my reflection in the mirror, she replied, "What? No. If they belonged to your mother, shouldn't they go to Georgiana?"
I looked at Elizabeth's beautiful eyes in the mirror as they looked at me. "Some of our mother's jewels have already been set aside for Georgiana. She was happy that you would be receiving the others as my wife and the Mistress of Pemberley," I explained.
I couldn't help myself as I then leaned down to kiss her neck right where the delicate chain lay on her neck.
Elizabeth's eyes fluttered in response as her mouth slightly opened emitting a soft sigh as I licked and kissed her skin lightly.
Her soft sigh was enough to start my blood flowing and I had the sudden urge to make love to my wife wearing only her necklace. So, I began unbutton her dress and pull it down until her breasts were revealed in the mirror before us.
"Look at yourself, Elizabeth. Do you see how beautiful you are?" I whispered in a low, lustful voice beside her ear.
I stood behind her to give her a clear view of herself in the mirror looking like a wanton goddess. Her mouth opened in a soft sigh clearly seeing my need for her as she saw me looking at her in the mirror.
She saw as I slowly brought my hands forward to cup her breasts and claim them as my own. My eyes were blazing with my desire for her as they met her eyes in the mirror.
As we looked at each other in the reflection, we could both see how I almost dwarfed her. My big frame could be clearly seen behind her smaller, more feminine one. This only served to ramp up my lust for my wife. I needed her badly. I always need her badly.
We both quickly divested ourselves of our clothes, knowing we needed each other in that moment.
As Elizabeth stood naked before me, while I was in a similar state behind her, I slowly slid my hand down her thigh and lifted her right leg to rest upon a footstool that stood beside her.
And, just like that, Elizabeth was beautifully open to my view as well as hers. I heard her moan low as she stood so vulnerably to my view. I continued to slide my hand around her incredibly soft thigh as I inched my way towards her core, while Elizabeth's breathing picked up the closer I got to her most intimate area.
"Look, Elizabeth. Look at how beautiful you are. Good God, you feel so silky, soft and perfect."
Then, when I reached her core, I leaned down and nipped her ear while I circled her entrance with my fingers. I could feel Elizabeth was already wet for me and I groaned just as I whispered in her ear, "You're so perfect and wet, just for me." Her eyes sought mine in the reflection as in a breathy voice she moaned, "Always".
Then, I dipped two of my fingers into her just as she seemed to lean back into me, moan and lay her head back against my shoulder. I kept my fingers still and then Elizabeth slowly began to undulate against my hand sensually as my eyes darkened further in desire. My wife is a sexual goddess, there is no doubt of that in my mind.
Seeing her like this, wearing nothing but her necklace while riding my fingers, quickly made me hard to the point of pain. Leaning low, I reluctantly slid my fingers out of Elizabeth and slid my member between her legs, pressing it against her core. We both watched how my tip teased her womanhood while it simultaneously was coated generously by the wetness that was seeping out of her. As I watched Elizabeth, I could see her eyes were glazed over by the carnality and sensuality of the moment, and when I took myself in hand to push the head of my member inside of her, I heard her whisper lustfully, "Yes, William, yes."
I could take it no more and simply surged in as far as I could go in one movement. We both saw my body disappear into hers and we both moaned at the feeling of it.
We watched as I slid my cock out slowly, fully coated in a layer of Elizabeth's glistening desire, before I slid slowly back in. We were both entranced, watching as I took her over and over again.
But, when I slid one hand up to play with a breast and the other down to caress my wife at the junction of our joining, I heard her breathing hitch as my action brought her excitement up to another level. She then was straining to increase the pressure my hand at her core was giving her, even as I started to plunge into her faster and faster.
We were both moaning heavily by now.
"You feel so damn good, Elizabeth, and the way you look right now is indescribable. Look at how perfectly we fit together. You were made for me, and I was made for you." I said, my voice straining in desire even as my body continued to pleasure hers.
Elizabeth then moved one hand to grab hold of my backside as I continued to pump into her while she raised the other hand behind my head to grab hold of the hair at my nape. Looking at our reflection at that moment, I knew I would never forget how stunningly sexy my wife was in that moment as I made love to her.
Feeling her walls start to clamp down on me, I realized Elizabeth was about to reach her pinnacle and I pumped into her almost roughly to meet her there. I wanted us to fall together. As soon as she felt my rough movements, though, I could feel her body begin to squeeze mine in her pleasure and that was enough to coax my pleasure out of me as well. I felt my release explode out of me and into my wife. I grunted in my pleasure even as Elizabeth moaned and shook in hers. Letting our pleasure run its course, I tried to keep pumping until eventually my member slid out of my wife's body once it was fully spent, followed by some of my copious release. It was incredibly satisfying and erotic to see.
Again I leaned down and kissed her neck where her necklace lay and said, "I love you, Elizabeth."
Elizabeth ran her fingers through my hair before turning around and taking my lips quite suddenly in a most delicious kiss. When she was done kissing me, she whispered, "I love you too" before planting a quick but sweet little kiss on my cheek saying, "and I love the necklace. It's beautiful. Thank you."
"It looks perfect on you. And, though I know it is not yet six o'clock, I think I should also give you your next gift now so that you can get ready for supper."
Walking over to the wardrobe, I opened it and pulled out a beautiful burgundy dress that was sure to make Elizabeth even more beautiful than she already was and would likely make me want to divest her of it as soon as possible.
When Elizabeth saw it, she gasped yet again.
"It is stunning, William. How did you manage to get this done?"
I smiled as I responded, "I kept in touch with the modiste who made your wedding dress and asked her to make you several more dresses. This is only one of several others. I thought it would be nice for you to have some beautiful new dresses that would complement your new jewelry. I hope you don't mind that I did this."
"Mind," she exclaimed, "Mind a thoughtful husband gifting his wife with beautiful, expensive jewelry and stunning dresses? Yes, I mind terribly," she replied with a smile and a wink.
While she admired her new dress, I dressed myself once more.
I smiled back at her. "So, I'll leave you be to your preparations and will await you at supper, my love." I gave her another quick kiss on her lips before I left.
When the clock struck six, I was eagerly waiting for Elizabeth to enter the dining room. When, she walked through the door, however, I stood stunned by her beauty. I watched how the material of her new dress clung and accentuated the curves of her body and couldn't contain the bounty of her bosom, as it seemed to be straining against the fabric, just as I knew my member was now straining against my breeches.
My feet automatically started walking towards her, and once I reached her, I took her hand in mine and brought it to my lips, kissing her hand and then looked at her and said, "You look exquisite, Elizabeth."
We sat down and enjoyed a lovely, intimate meal together. To be honest, I don't recall much of what we ate, as I was too busy enjoying my wife's conversation and laughter throughout the meal.
Not long after the meal, the clock struck seven and I asked Elizabeth if she would come with me to the sitting room that contained Georgiana's pianoforte. Elizabeth was curious as she followed me and when she saw me take a seat at the pianoforte, she was quite surprised.
"I did not know you played, William!" she exclaimed.
"My mother made me learn," I explained. "She always loved the instrument as she was quite proficient at it, and she would invite me to sit next to her when I was little. She taught me and though I do not often play, I will when I am alone play simply for a bit of practice. But, if you will take a seat at the settee, my next gift to you will involve me playing and singing a song for you."
Elizabeth was stunned by my revelation, but quickly sat down and prepared to hear me. Her eyes were unwavering as they were trained on me.
Georgiana had heard me sing but a couple of times, and though she loved my singing and had tried to convince me to sing while she played for others, I always declined. But, I wanted my wife to also know this side of me, though I rarely showed it.
So, I cleared my throat and then began playing for my wife before I opened my mouth and also began to sing.
The song I chose was a sweet, soulful piece of a man extolling the many virtues of the woman he loved. It was not overly complicated, though I could perform more complicated pieces, but I chose it because I could now fully understand the love behind the words and as I sang it, it felt like the music was written about my Elizabeth. And, I sang it as I looked at her.
I could see my performance was having an effect on her, as I saw a tear escape her eye even as she blushed and smiled at me.
The moment I was done, Elizabeth flew off the settee and came running to me, taking my face in her hands while she leaned into me and kissed me senseless.
"I love your voice, William! And you play the pianoforte so beautifully! You are simply amazing!" she said against my lips.
"Thank you, Elizabeth." I replied with a smile, still recovering from her heated kiss.
"I want you, William." She suddenly said in a breathy voice full of desire.
My cock hardened with her words, already ready, willing and able.
"Then, come." I said, taking her by the hand as we made our way quickly back to our bedroom.
The moment we entered the room, I immediately locked the door behind me and began to undo the buttons on my wife's dress.
While I did that, she immediately started to undress me as well. We managed to undress each other in no time at all and my wife wasted no time in claiming me as her hand wrapped around my member and began to pump me even as she claimed my mouth in a kiss.
I moaned into her mouth, loving her aggressiveness. I was happy to let her do this to me for a few more moments before I decided to become the aggressor.
Picking her up, she let go of my hardness only to bring her core in direct contact with it as her legs wrapped around my waist. Instead of taking her to the bed, I turned and leaned her against the door.
Lifting her higher, I leaned my head down as I took one of her breasts into my mouth and suckled on her while I stroked her other breast with my hand.
I could hear a muffled sound of pleasure from my wife, even as I felt her coating my cock with her wet core.
"I need you inside me, William. I need you now," she said desperately.
I plunged into her even before she finished begging for me and began to pummel into her, as I was desperate for her as well. Being inside my wife is almost like a relief for me, because it feels like I found where I belong. Nothing feels as good as once more being connected to my wife at such an intimate level. And, as I continue to surge into my wife, I lose myself in the pleasure only her body can bring me. Surrounded as my cock is by her very tight, wet walls, every ridge inside her body serves to bring me closer to entering heaven with her.
I feel my wife trembling and can hear her voice become louder as she is approaching the gates of heaven. I am there with her and speed up while dragging my hardness against her every time I pull out before plummeting back in.
The pleasure of it all has brought me to the edge and I can feel my member stiffen and expand even further as my seed rushes to spill into my wife's womb. My legs are shaking with the overwhelming feeling of release and my wife is already calling out my name as she has reached her pinnacle as well. Her body milks mine, taking everything from me and I am happy to give it all to her.
Elizabeth begins to kiss me slowly and sensually in her gratification and I move away from the door as I walk us over to the bed.
Laying Elizabeth on the bed, I follow her, never disengaging from her kisses nor from her core.
We take our time with each other, caressing and kissing one another as we come down from our trip to heaven. We stayed this way for quite some time, such that the time escaped us as we were lost in one another.
When eventually I looked up at the clock and saw that it was already twenty minutes past eight, I spoke softly to Elizabeth, saying "I hope you enjoyed your day, my love, and the small gifts I gave you."
"I loved today, William, and I loved every gift you gave me. I treasure all of them." She replied softly.
"My final gift of the day is a gift you will have every day of my life, Elizabeth. I give you my heart. It belongs to you. In fact, it belonged to you from the first day I met you and it will always belong to you. I love you."
"That's the best gift of all, William," Elizabeth said as she cried in happiness and once more kissed me sweetly. "I give you my heart too. It belongs to you and will always belong to you. I love you."
Her words caused my heart to feel warm even as it beat faster.
I simply kissed her and kept kissing her for the rest of the night, occasionally making love unhurriedly to each other as the need arose for me or her.
When sleep finally found me while I held my wife in my arms, I slept with a smile on my face, knowing Elizabeth's day was even better than I thought it would be. And, those happy thoughts transformed into even happier dreams throughout the night.