At that point any restraint he'd had vanished, and she was on her back, and he was touching, kissing, licking every part of her he could. He fumbled trying to unzip her dress without taking his lips off hers. Her teal, silky dress that hugged her body perfectly and was low-cut enough to expose her collar bones and just a hint of the soft swell of her breasts. Upon first seeing her in this dress, he was rendered speechless. Now he wanted nothing more than to get it off of her, and he was losing his patience in not ripping it. She helped him, wriggling and pulling until the dress was off and discarded to the ground.

She immediately reached for him, but he took her wrists in his hands gently, wanting a moment to just look at her. He gazed at her body, drank in her ivory skin, her thin soft figure. Her bra and panties didn't match perfectly, but they were both black with lace. He wondered if this had been her plan all along, for them to end up like this tonight. Her bra was seemingly more for decoration than for function, because it was barely containing her breasts. He certainly wasn't complaining. He had never seen anything so sexy, and he had never felt so turned on.

When his eyes reached hers, he saw lust, happiness, and just a hint of impatience. Without hesitating, she reached behind and unhooked her bra, slipping it off and throwing it onto her dress in one fluid motion. He stared, transfixed as her chest rose and fell. She was perfect. She was smirking at him, and he realized that he was ogling her with his mouth hanging open like a slack-jawed idiot. Tentatively, searching her eyes for permission, he ran his hands along her stomach up to her breasts. She shivered, and his erection became almost painful. He went back to ravishing her neck, delighting in the sounds emitting from her, as he massaged her with his hands.

Experimentally, he took one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and gave it a light squeeze. He watched her eyes and her mouth fall open, as she let out a whimper. This spurred him on, and he did it again, desperate to get her to make that noise again. When he moved his lips down to her neck she froze and inhaled sharply. He looked at her, hoping he hadn't done something wrong. Her head leaning back on the armrest and her eyes were closed. She looked like she was waiting, anticipating something. Did she want him to-? Oh. If it meant her making those noises again, he was happy to comply. He slowly dragged his lips along her skin, first down between her breasts, then up, exploring her lazily.

When his lips finally reached her exposed nipple, she whimpered again, and he felt like he was inside one of his many, many dreams about her, because this couldn't be real. Nothing could possibly feel this good. He hesitated a moment, then lightly nibbled on her nipple and she whined in pleasure. With each noise she made he became more confident, and more urgent. He wasn't sure how much longer he would last.

Thankfully he didn't have the chance to find out, as she impatiently pushed on his shoulders until he was lying on his back, sitting up slightly against the armrest. She was straddling him again, and reaching between him to undo his belt buckle. He tried to help her undress him, but they were both so impatient and eager that it was a clumsy affair. He hazily thought that he was extremely grateful that he'd sent his staff home tonight.

Finally, finally, she wrapped her fingers around him and began to stroke him. Darcy literally saw lights flashing behind his eyes. Oh, oh, this is going to end very soon, he thought. The significance of that thought registered and his eyes flew open.

"S-Stop," he barely managed to get out, as he weakly swatted her hand away.

"Too much?" She asked, and although her voice was guilty, her smirk said otherwise. He nodded, shakily exhaling a breath he hadn't realized he was holding.

"Has it been a while?" She asked. He could tell she was going for teasing, but the genuine curiosity came through in her voice.

Oh no, they were going to have this talk.

"It's been...I mean, I haven't-I haven't really…" He knew his face was probably painfully red at this point, and he couldn't look her in the eye.

"Darcy," she said, and he noticed that she still wasn't totally converted to calling him 'Will', "Are you a virgin?" He cringed. He hated that word.

"No. I'm just not very...It's just-Do we have to talk about this right now?" he asked a little desperately. She was still sitting astride him, and his exposed erection was between them. Did they really need to have this discussion?

But she wouldn't be Lizzie Bennet if she didn't make this difficult. "I think maybe we do," she stated, leaning back and sitting on his thighs. He sighed, shifting so that the blanket was at least covering him.

"Fine," he began, lets get this over with. "Well, I've only really been with one woman. Dated, that is. It was my junior year of college, and her name was Emily. She lived down the hall from Bing and I. It wasn't at all serious. I liked her and respected her, but I didn't love her. But she made me happy. She made me feel...confident. She said she wanted to wait, and I respected her wishes. As it turns out, she was waiting for the rugby player who lived across the hall."

"That's awful," Lizzie said, looking down and playing with his fingers. He wondered if maybe she felt guilty for starting this, but he continued.

"Anyway, when I found out I was devastated. Bing and Caroline took me out and I got drunk. Very, very drunk. So...I slept with a girl from Caroline's sorority. It was my first time and I barely even remember it. I was nauseous and upset, and she cared even less about me than I did about her. The next morning she called me Bill." He winced at the memory.

Lizzie was looking at him like he was made of glass. "Will, I'm so, so sorry."

He nodded. "After that, let's say I had some trust issues. I never dated again, or did much else to do with women."

"So...after the girl from the sorority you never had sex again?" She asked gently.

"I'm not saying never," It'd been exactly twice after her. Well, once and a half. "I'm just saying...I'm quite inexperienced."

Lizzie looked as though she was pondering something as she absent mindedly drew circles on his abdomen with her finger. "Are you saying...Do you still want to do this with me?" She asked, and she actually looked nervous.

He seriously hoped he hadn't accidentally talked her out of this. He took her hands in his. "No! I mean yes, I do want to. Please, yes." His words came out in a rush, and she was grinning when he finally looked her in the eye. "But if I'm not exactly...I mean, you probably shouldn't expect…" His sentence sort of died and disintegrated into mumbles as he looked at his hands, embarrassed. After a long silence he looked up.

She had a mischievous twinkle in her eye as she said, "You know, I never would have guessed."

His eyebrows creased in confusion. "I never would have guessed that you're inexperienced," she said smiling. "So far you've been veryimpressive."

He felt his face get hot, and he couldn't help but look a little pleased. "Oh?" he said, aiming for confident and missing.

Without warning, she reached down between them, under the blanket, and took him in her hand again. "Oh," she purred, giving him a squeeze.

Was she trying to kill him?

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