Chapter 18
Elizabeth sat relaxed next to Darcy on the picnic blanket. He had his housekeeper pack some champagne and they had toasted their marriage. Elizabeth had giggled at the bubbles and confessed that she had never had chapagne before. He had poured her another glass whenever she had asked and before long he realized they had drank the entire bottle as they talked. He was midly concerned about letting Elizabeth drink so much on an empty stomach and was about to say so when swaying slightly, Elizabeth closed her eyes, tilting her face up towards the sun.
To Darcy she looked like a godess waiting for her first kiss and he forgot about his concerns over the large quantity of champagne she had consumed. He slowly leaned over her and gently placed his lips on hers. Elizabeth stiffened but did not pull away. Her lips felt soft under his and Darcy applied light pressure to them. He gently explored the seam of her lips. When they parted he dipped his tongue inside. After a few moments her tongue tentativly touched his. Desire shot straight through him and he began to use his body to guide Elizabeth's to the ground on the blanket, unable to think past how wonderful she tasted and how much he wanted her. He deepend the kiss and finding her laying under him he braced himself on his forearms and he covered her body with his own, rocking himself against her. Her body tentatively arched against him. Feeling her arching towards him he thrust against her again as he ravished her mouth with his. He was caught up in sensation. He moved himself against her, never once releasing her mouth as she arched up to met him. He hrusting harder and faster as he felt his release coming on. He braced himself on one arm, so he could emerse the other into Elizabeth's hair, intent of capturing the moans and whimpers coming from her mouth with his own. With a final thrust he felt himself orgasim. He released Elizabeth's mouth, his breathing harsh as he shruddered as he realized he had never felt as intense of satisfaction before. With Elizabeth he had been overcome with lust by a simple kiss and her tentative response. He realized with horror that he had just pushed his beloved wife to the ground and rutted on her fully clothed, thrusting against her innocent form like a green lad with no experience. He was grateful to have at least have been to lost in her to undo his breeches and raise her dress or he would have consummated his marriage outside on a blanket on the hard ground after telling her he planned on waiting until she was ready.
"Oh my god, Elizabeth. I didn't, I'm sorry. I should not have," Darcy stuttered.
Elizabeth looked at him, her eyes wide. She was unsure what to think. Her sense had been dulled by the champagne she had drank to quell her nervousness and she did not feel in control of her own body. Part of her wanted to feel her husband's body covering her's again. She wanted to learn more about the sensations he had caused in her. When Darcy had kissed her she had found her body responding in unfamiliar ways. She was unsure what was happening to her body but it had felt pleasant. Then things had quickly escalated and before she could assimilate what was happening he was putting parts of his body in contact with parts of hers in unexpected ways, rubbing her most private spaces and it had felt wonderful but terrifying. She didn't understand what was happening and that had scared her. Her body still trembled and she felt she wanted something but she did not know what and was scared.
"W-W-what happened?" Elizabeth asked. "I feel, I feel, I need, what, what is happening to me?" she asked as she arched her body towards him, wanting to feel the contact and sensation again. She was not sure how to articulate what she wanted but knew what ever it was he would know.
Darcy looked into the scared face of his wife as she arched her form up against him. He felt desire shoot through him as she rubbed herself against him seeking the release her body craved. She was shaking and trembling. He knew it was part from fear and part from desire.
"Ssshhh, my love," Darcy said soothing her as she whimpered and arched into him and then cringed away in fear. He knew he could not leave her as she was, trembling with desire she did not understand. "Trust me, Elizabeth," He said softly as he repositioned himself with her and moved his hand to gently caress her through her dress. She whimpered and arched greedily into his hand, responding instantly to his ministrations. He gently rubbed and leaned down to gently kiss her eyelids that had fluttered closed. He wanted to ask her to open her eyes so he could watch them as she experienced her first orgasim but knew now was not the time. Instead he focused on gently bring about her release without doing anything that would shock her. He had considered sliding his hand up her dress to bring her to orgasim but was worried the shock of such an action would cause her to cringe away. He loved the way she panted and arched into his hand. He knew he was rock hard again but was determined to ignore his own throbbing memeber and attend to her pleasure. He found her exquisite to watch and each whimper of pleasure was like a blessing to his ears. As her movements against his hand became frantic, he knew she was close. He urged her on, whispering words of love to her. When she did orgasm he felt intense happiness rip though him that he had been the one to bring her pleasure. She rolled toward him and nuzzled into his neck before promptly falling asleep.
Darcy gathered her to him and kissing her hair he held her close, content to merely have her in his arms. He knew he would need to retrive the handkerchief in the pocket of his coat he had disgarded earlier along with some water from the hamper to clean himself and his breeches off since he would rather not return to the house with a conspicuous stain on the front of him. He knew he need to do so before his wife awoke so that he did not further shock her while doing so but was reluctant to part from her sleeping form.