Chapter 23
Darcy considered the closed door between his rooms and Elizabeth's. The time they had spent traveling the last few days had allowed Elizabeth to become more comfortable with his presence physically. She had even grasped his hand when they set out for a walk from the inn this morning. He had walked with her each morning and rather then merely offer her his arm he had grapsed her hand since the inn yard was quiet when they would set off. He found himself constantly finding excuses to touch Elizabeth. He had even proven to her that he was adept at tying her bonnet ribbons. She used his given name without any promoting and each time she did, he was thrilled. He had spent the last five nights without her sleeping next to him and he did not wish to spend another that way.
Darcy also was anxious for another opportunity to bring her pleasure again. He had only watched her orgasim twice but he wanted to do it again. Now that they were in London he wanted to begin slowly introducing his wife to marital intimancies. He was not ready to consummate their marriage, his uncle's words had only served to reinforce his fear of hurting her. He felt ashamed that he wanted to seek his own gratification within her. He did not have confidence that once he was inside Elizabeth he would not do as his uncle suggested. That he would forget to be gentle, to take care of her and see to her pleasure. His uncle's advice he considered unsuitable for an innocent maiden. Elizabeth was completely different then the women his uncle consorted with. He had remembered how tight she had felt around his fingers and knew the feel of her around his manhood might be more then his control could handle. Until he knew he could control himself inside of her they could not consummate, but he wanted to bring her to release again, multiple times and in multiple ways. But first he had to bring her to his bed so he could begin introducing her to intimacy, when she was neither inebriated or asleep. He wanted Elizabeth aware that he was making her feel pleasure. He was selfish enough to admit that he wanted her to know he was the one capable of making her experience an orgasim.
With a nod to himself he padded over to the door and knocked. When Elizabeth opened it, he quickly grasped her hand in his and said, "Come in. I have something I want to discuss with you."
Elizabeth allowed him to pull her into the bedroom. She looked around in curiosity. When he settled an arm around her waist tugging her closer, she looked at him but was not alarmed.
"Elizabeth, my love," Darcy breathed softly as leaned down toward her. "I am going to show you a little of how much I love you," he said softly before capturing her lips with his. Her's parted in surprise and he slipped his tongue inside. Elizabeth kissed him back. He had gently kissed her on their morning walks and would drop kisses on her hair and forehead throughout the day and if no one was around, her lips. He deepend the kiss this time, kissing her until her breath was in little pants and he was also breathing harshly. Then he carefully swept her into his arms and strode to the bed with her. He laid her on it gently following her body down with his own. He skimmed is fingers across her collorbone and traced a line downward. "I'm going to give you pleasure, Elizabeth. Just relax."
Elizabeth gave a jerky nod, but said nothing. When he leaned down to nuzzle her neck and his lips began to kiss her exposed flesh she trembled. She was afraid of what was to come and what was happening, but at the same time it felt pleasant and she trusted him. When he cupped her breast, her eyes that had drifted closed flew open.
"Shhhh my love," Darcy said as he genlty carressed her through her thin nightgown. He would have preferred to feel her bare flesh in his palm but knew it was important to introduce her slowly to the intimacies he wanted with her. There would be opportunities at other times to feel her flesh. Feeling her nipple harden he moved his head down to suckle her through her nightgown.
"F-f-fitzwilliam," Elizabeth gasped in pleasure and uncertainty.
Removing his mouth from her breast he raised his head and said softly, "Just relax, Elizabeth." And then he placed his mouth over the other one and as he of theElizabeth let out a low moan and arched her breast up towards him, begging silently for more. His mouth locked on her, he chuckled, pleased she was so responsive.
He switched back to the first breast and began to trail his fingers south while she panted and squirmmed in enjoyment. When his fingers reached the apex of her legs she bucked and let out a strangled shocked cry of, "Fitzwilliam!"
He chuckled again but said nothing. He hoped to have her soon calling out his name not in shock, but in pleasure. He spread his hand out and slid it downward palming her and rubbed her with his palm sliding up and down over her. She let out a high pitched sound and he pressed his palm more firmly against her. She arched into it and he cupped her as he rubbed her to stimulate her. He could feel her heat and arousal through her nightgown. His manhood was twitching in anticipation and he wanted to burry himself in the heat his hand could feel. Tamping down on his own desires, he continued to rub her as she moaned.
"Does it feel good, Elizabeth?" he demanded hoarsely easing up the preassure.
"Yes, Yes," she gasped arching into his palm as he applied more pressure once again.
"I want you to feel pleasure, to enjoy the touch of my hand on you." Darcy said as he slid his hand up and down.
"Oh god. Fitzwilliam, oh god, it feels, it oh god Fitzwilliam, " Elizabeth moaned as she arched up agaisnt his hand.
"That is it, my love. Come for me. Come for me Elizabeth." Feeling her movements becoming frantic, Darcy said, "Open your eyes, Elizabeth. Look at me."
Elizabeth opened her eyes and as he touched her deftly, she moaned his name as she cried out her eyes reflecting her orgasim back at Darcy.
Darcy's own breathing was harsh and he felt his balls tightening to release for his own orgasim from watching hers. He quickly fought to wrestle his mind from what he had just witnessed in her eyes so that he would not release in his pants like a green lad. He positioned himself on the bed to lay next to her, as she stared at him dazed.
"That was," Elizabeth said blushing. "What was that?"
"An orgasim. Sexual release," Darcy said with a satisfied chuckle.
"Is it okay? Does it make me wanton to have enjoyed it?"
"No it does not. If you had not of enjoyed it, it would mean I had been doing something wrong."
"Did it feel the same for you?"
"When I release it feels pleasurable for me, just like you felt pleasure. "
"Did you, release?" Elizabeth asked with a frown.
"No," Darcy said.
"Why not? Do I need to do to you what you did to me? If you tell me what to do I can."
"That is not necessary," he said quickly even though he knew that he would like nothing better then to feel Elizabeth's hands on him, even through the layer of his breeches.
"But if it is okay for me to feel that way, why do you not want to as well?"
"I want to but," Darcy said searching for how to explain to her that he would like to but he did not want to shock her with his response.
"Do you have to preform the martial act on me to feel the same? Is that what is wrong? I am ready to consummate our marriage," Elizabeth said bravely.
"I can feel the same pleasure without us consummating our marriage," Darcy said. "I just do not want to shock you."
Elizabeth naturally curious, tentatively reached her hand out towards him and as it settled onto his breeches over his errection he hissed in a sharp breath. "Did I hurt you?" Elizabeth exclaimed drawing her hand back quickly.
"No! It felt, god it felt good," Darcy said tightly. He wanted to grasp her hand in his and put it back over his manhood. Elizabeth gingerly reached out again and settled her hand back onto him. "It is hard," Elizabeth said in surprise.
Darcy's hips jerked, thursting into her palm where it lay over him "God, Elizabeth," Darcy said as she tentively began to trace her palm around the shape of him.
"Should I stop?" Elizabeth asked pausing.
"No. It feels. It feels really good," Darcy said his voice hoarse.
Thus encouraged, Elizabeth began exploring the shape of him through his breeches. She was fascinated by the feel of him. Darcy attempted to control his thursts as his wife saited her own curiosity, but her touch, even through his breeches, felt like heaven and when her delicate fingers flicked over him, his cock surged forward. Feeling his release coming on Darcy covered her hand with his and guided it to stroke him. As he came he gasped her name. Raising her hand to his lips afterwards, he kissed the palm and whispered "My dearest loveliest Elizabeth."
Elizabeth still confused, but curious said, "What you did to me, and what, with you. That was not the marital act. It was nothing like happens with the livestock. I saw a stallion covering a mare by accident once. It was nothing like what just happened. What do you call this? I assummed married couples only preformed the martial act in bed, not what we just did."
"What we did can be part of marital relations," Darcy said, trying to explain to her. "Marital relations are not necessarily always like what you have witnessed between livestock." To know she had seen a stallion cover a mare, he was no longer surprised she had been terrified the night of their wedding. "If a husband ensures his wife is ahh, ready to er receive him, it can be good for both of them."
"It does not have to be like, well," Elizabeth said pausing. "It seemed a very painful buisness for the mare."
"No. The ah first time can be painful for a woman, but after that it should never be painful."
"Will the first time be painful for you as well?"
"No, a man's first time is not painful."
"Are you sure? If a woman's first time is supposed to be painful how do you know a man's will not also be? Have you done it before?"
"I um have some experience in this matter."
"Is that how you knew what to do to me?"
"Um, my experience may have been useful for bring you to release," Darcy said. He did not want to tell her, he had already brought her to release twice before and it had been a combination of those experiences finding what she liked and his knowledge gained as he entertained himself with whores that made him know how to cause her to orgasim.
"Where am I supposed to learn these things?"
"I will teach you."
"But wouldn't it be more enjoyable for you if I knew without you teaching me? Do you think we could find a book on the subject? "
"Part of the enjoyment is in teaching you, Elizabeth."
"But just now you had to use your hand to, to feel the same pleasure because I did not know what to do."
"Trust me, Elizabeth. I enjoyed feeling your hand under mine as I released."
"Can we do it again tomorrow night? Or do we have to wait?"
"We can do it again right now," Darcy said.
"We can?" Elizabeth asked her eyes widening.
"Yes, but this time I wish to remove your nightdress."
"But I have nothing on undeneath it. No chemise, stays or petticoats," Elizabeth squeaked.
"That is the general idea," Darcy said firmly.
"Will you be n-naked too?" Elizabeth stuttered.
"No. I believe we can save that for some other time. You naked will be enough of a step tonight." Seeing that she was uncertain, he said, "We do not have to. I can do what I did earlier. It will still feel good, Elizabeth."
"No. I trust you," Elizabeth said and before Darcy could say anything else she was lifting her arms above her head and shedding her nightgown.
Darcy stared at her in shocked surprise. "You are beautiful, " he said reverently. He reached out a hand to stroke her breast. He gently cupped one in his hand, rubbing her nipple with his thumb. "God, Elizabeth," Darcy said breathlessly and then he leaned down and closed his mouth over it. Elizabeth arched her breast towards him and her hands came up instinctively to clutch into his hair
"Fitzwilliam," Elizabeth gasped.
Raising his head from her breast he trailed kisses across her chest and collar bone, lightly pushing her back into the bed. Darcy wanted to put his lips on every inch of her skin, but reminded himself to take things slowly, that he could explore her entire body another night if she was willing. He slid one of his legs between hers and bracing himself rocked his thigh against her as he explored her neck with his lips. She arched into his thigh. He pushed more firmly against her with it and was rewarded with a low moan. Darcy kept his mouth focused on her upper body and holding his leg in place as she arched against it. When she began to whimper he moved his hand south and replaced his leg with his fingers. He dipped his fingers in and out of her, her moans increasing. He gently took one of her nipples in his mouth and rolled it around. She let out a cry and bucked against his fingers. He released her nipple and did the same to her other, this time she cried out his name. He pushed his fingers in deeper and then applied pressure with his thumb. She screamed his name and thrust upwards against him. Her body tightening around his fingers as she experienced another orgasim. Slipping his fingers out, Darcy moved positions so that he rested between her legs. He gently kissed her mouth and rocked himself agaisnt her. She arched up to meet him on his next thrust. He deepened their kiss and rocked harder against her. She met each of his thrusts eagerly, squirming to be closer to him. He was careful to be gentle and not allow himeslf to grind against her hard or pound into her with his full weight. Finally when he felt he could not last another minute he used his fingers while still thrusting against her. He grunted her name as she moaned his, both finding release. He rolled onto his back off of her, and clutched her form to him, mummering how much he loved her. How he adored her and she was perfection. Elizabeth saited and sleepy mummered, "I love you, " before quickly subcombing to sleep. Darcy pulled her closer and kissed her hair, her eyelids and her nose, unsure if he had heard correctly or if he was dreaming.