A/N - This is a dirty ditty that came into my head while playing around with another piece that was just so darn proper and I needed ODC to just have some filthy fun. I've also been bingeing way too many Regency romances while on maternity leave. So, caveat emptor. If you hate the idea of our heroes engaging in consensual sexy rumpus with just a touch of kink, TURN BACK. You've been warned.
The Dangers of Extensive Reading
They hadn't closed the bed curtains fully last night. Darcy relished the view of Elizabeth's pale shoulder sketched in blue and gray in the pre-dawn light. Home at last. After the wedding at Longbourn and a brief fortnight at Darcy House in London as newlyweds, they had departed north for Derbyshire before the winter roads would no longer permit it. They had arrived at Pemberley the previous evening and, despite the leisurely pace of their journey, could only summon the energy for a small supper, a bath, and bed. Elizabeth had woken near midnight and sought the warmth of Darcy's bed, pleading sleeplessness in the vastness of her new chambers. He considered it good tidings for their future together.
"You're humming." Elizabeth's voice was sleepy.
He paused, mildly abashed for waking her. "So I am. I suppose I hum when I am fully content, and I am fully content when I have an armful of my most beloved wife."
Elizabeth nestled more fully, tangling her legs with his. She had come to him in only her wrapper, which had been discarded at the foot of the bed. The softness of her breasts met the crisp hair of his chest. "We shall have to test the range of your repertoire. I intend to find myself in this position with some frequency."
In response, he stroked a hand from her shoulder down the graceful line of her back to the curve of her hip. A scant three weeks of marriage to Elizabeth had not yet dimmed his wonderment at being allowed the liberty of touch. His fingers teased lower, exploring the crease where buttock met thigh. "I hope that you do. My chambers are at your disposal."
"You shall make my chamber yearn for its mistress. Take pity on that poor fire crackling merrily without someone to enjoy its warmth. Or the bereft chaise longue deprived of someone to read a book and sip a toddy."
"You value your furnishings highly." He ventured a finger back and forth across the crevice between her legs, petting and tickling the lips, spreading the moisture that had begun to well.
"I - a gasp of pleasure - I wouldn't want to disrespect the care given to their selection." Elizabeth pressed an approving kiss to his chest, ending with a lap of her tongue across his nipple. In appreciation, his member, already half flush with morning attention, gave a little leap toward her belly.
Using his left hand to hitch her leg over his hip, Darcy opened her quim fully to the touch of his right hand, pressing in with his middle finger. "Hang the furnishings," he chuckled. "They'll understand." She gave a little moan in response, muffled by his chest.
His finger slid in and out, aided by the slickness of her arousal. How he enjoyed pleasuring her this way, concentrating on the minute quivers and quakes her core made at his intrusions. He drew the hand on her thigh to between their bodies, parting the chestnut curls at her apex to seek the pearl of her clitoris. Elizabeth moaned louder as he pressed on his goal and rubbed circles around the slick nub. Encouraged, he added a second finger to his penetration. In the hush of the curtained bed, the only sounds were her mewling in time with the soft slaps of his hand against her core.
Darcy let the exquisite pressure build until he felt Elizabeth's toes curl against his leg and her clitoris swell with her impending crisis. But before she reached her climax, he withdrew his hand, hovering over her center. "You tease me," she groaned in dismay.
"A moment, minx. May I touch you somewhere new?" He held his breath, waiting for her response.
"Where could you possibly - oh." Realization dawned. Darcy could see her pupils dilate even wider in curiosity and desire. "Is that done?"
"Sometimes. But if you don't think it enjoyable, you only need to say it. There are many other ways to find pleasure, as you know."
She paused, considering. "I want you to show me."
There were no sweeter words to Darcy's ears. He dipped his index finger into the wetness at her center and slowly lingered on the out stroke. Then, with a gentle caress, he touched his slicked digit to the little ring of muscle at her most private place. She shuddered at the new sensation.
"Do you like it?" She nodded, biting her lip in concentration. "Relax. Let it come to you." His other hand traveled her back in long strokes, soothing her as she tried to calm her breathing.
He continued softly circling his finger, increasing the pressure bit by bit until finally - finally - he penetrated the tightness. Elizabeth gasped at the intrusion and pushed toward it, seeking more. "Please."
"Enough." With a quick motion Darcy flipped her onto her back. His mouth sought hers as he nudged the head of his cock against her core. He drove forward, but as well-loved as his wife was, he didn't feel resistance, only gripping wet heat. Elizabeth sighed into his mouth and stroked her tongue against his. He pulled her calves high over his hips and pumped into her with strong measured thrusts.
Her hands had settled on his back, but now one came between them, finding again her clitoris and pressing with each thrust of his hips. Her legs clamped tighter around him, signaling her growing urgency. He held her with a firm grip while he maintained his pace, withdrawing halfway then sheathing himself to the hilt with each motion.
A quick intake of breath and Elizabeth seized in his arms. Darcy felt the ripple of her internal muscles squeeze his cock, unwilling to relinquish their connection. As she descended her peak, he gave in to the need to pulse faster and harder, his rhythm becoming erratic as he sought his own climax. His fingers bit into her hips as he pinned her to the mattress and shouted his release.
Heart hammering, he shifted his weight from Elizabeth, pivoting her into his arms so that her head rested on his shoulder. He let his breathing slow, then sighed in contentment. But the familiar shared lassitude seemed just out of reach.
Concerned, Darcy raised his head to look at his wife, who was quietly studying the canopy of the bed. "What troubles you? I thought you liked it?"
"Oh, I did! It was most - exciting," she said with a slight blush. "Only I…" She trailed off with a touch of trepidation.
"Elizabeth, you know I would have you speak openly. What is it?"
A second passed before her question came. "How did you know to touch me there? I mean - that is - I've heard…"
"Are you asking if I have done that with other women?"
She nodded. The blush had traveled down her chest. He tracked a finger across her pink skin, from cheek down to the swell of her breast.
"I have not," he replied, "but I can show you the carefully hidden volumes in the library which serve as inspiration."
Elizabeth smiled at the thought, then sobered. "And have there been many other women?" She would have his honest history. He would give it to her without hesitation.
"Three, since I left Cambridge. And no one for the past two years. I've been preoccupied." He gave her nose a light tap. She caught his hand, bringing the pad of his thumb to her mouth for a brief kiss. He was encouraged by the gesture. "I pray that you will ask any question you have. I shouldn't like secrets between us. They - those women - were my past and you, only you, are my future."
His words opened the floodgates of her courage. "Are there any lingering commitments from those arrangements? A house or perhaps a pension," she ventured.
"No, I have never kept a mistress. My liaisons were with women of independent wealth and no need of a gentleman's support, and certainly not a husband. They were carefully selected in order to protect Pemberley's future prospects, you see."
She nodded her understanding. But another awful thought seemed to occur to her. "Was there ever feeling involved?"
"Not truly. There was initial attraction and a certain degree of respect. But no attachments lasted more than a few months before attraction waned and we parted ways mutually. You can be assured of discretion. My heart was never engaged until I met you. You've found yourself well and truly snared."
Elizabeth gave a small smile. "Considering how I resisted you at first, you must have thought me the worst kind of artful coquette."
"Never," he protested. "Although you may consider practicing your arts on me freely and openly, as often as you like." His flirt was met with another becoming blush.
"And are these arts different, with a wife instead of a liaison?"
"As different as a sketch and an oil masterpiece. I think my earlier performance should convince you of that, but if the lesson requires repeating, I would be delighted to assist." Darcy reached for her chin, tilting Elizabeth's mouth up to accept his tender kiss. "But for now, we should seek more sleep before we need to greet the household. I'll show you the family spaces this morning."
"Shall your tour include the library? I have a burning interest in some volumes that my husband has just described to me. He once extolled the virtues of women who pursue the improvement of their minds through extensive reading."
Darcy gently tweaked her backside in response. "I cannot deny you anything. Sleep now." Elizabeth sighed her agreement.
And, as the sun began its gentle ascent over the rugged peaks of Derbyshire, they slept.
(End Scene.)