Was she trying to kill him?
He was about to feebly protest, to tell her that she didn't understand how close he already was to finishing, when she stilled her hand and began kissing his neck. Her lips moved down his chest to his stomach and down, down, and once he realized what she was doing it was too late. Oh. By the time her lips finally made contact, he was shaking with anticipation. His breath was coming short and fast, and he was almost unbearably excited.
If there's one thing Lizzie Bennet isn't, it's shy. She took almost all of him in her mouth almost immediately, using her hands to make up for what she couldn't fit. He hissed, grasping the blanket beneath him and trying to remain calm. This felt better than anything he'd ever done with a woman (or, you know, alone). He was going to come embarrassingly fast.
He had trouble caring too much when she pulled her head up and back down, sliding and pressing her tongue along the ridge on the underside of his shaft. She spent extra time on the spot right beneath the head that drove him insane. How did she know about that? How was she so good at this? He couldn't have cared less, as long as she didn't stop. He was already throbbing, and after only a dozen or so strokes, his eyes shot open.
"Lizzie," he breathed urgently. "Lizzie, I'm going to-" He gently tried to pull her up by her shoulder, but she pushed his hand away, not missing a beat. On the contrary, she started increasing her suction and moving her tongue from side to side, going faster. He lost the ability to speak altogether.
He shouldn't do that in her mouth. He was pretty sure gentlemen didn't do that. Why wasn't she stopping? Did she wanthim to finish in her mouth? The thought sent him over the edge and he came, hard. She stilled briefly, before moving her mouth over him and sucking again. He held his breath and watched her swallow. When she looked at him, the intensity of her gaze left him dizzy.
"You didn't have to do that," he said breathlessly, his dark eyes betraying how much he'd enjoyed it.
"Maybe I wanted to," she said, and he barely let her finish before he grabbed her by the waist and spun her, placing her under him and kissing her fiercely.
She let out a surprised little squeak, and he pulled back to look at her. "Are you alright?" He asked.
"I-Yes. It's just...I didn't think you'd want to kiss me."
"How could I not want to kiss you?" He asked, amazed. To prove his point he leaned forward again, this time sliding his tongue along her lower lip so he could explore her mouth.
"That was incredible, Lizzie," he said against her mouth. "May I...return the favor?"
She looked him in the eyes. "You mean…" She glanced down. His gaze followed hers, and he realized he wasn't sure whathe'd meant. He just knew he wanted to make her feel the way she'd made him feel.
"I-I just want to make you feel good," he said sheepishly.
"Well...only if you want to," she said, playing with the buttons on his shirt (only the bottom two were still buttoned, and one was torn off. Where was his tie, on the floor? When had thathappened?) For the first time that night, she was shy. She looked embarrassed, and he'd never seen anything so cute.
"I do," he said with more confidence than he felt.
He'd never done this with his mouth before. He made his way between her legs much less gracefully than she'd done, and began to pull off her panties. She helped him, and then he was looking at her, completely bare. Every woman he'd seen before was hairless, but Lizzie had a neat short patch of dark brown hair. He found that he liked this much better.
As he settled himself, she spread her legs. He gulped and just looked at her for a few moments. He was obviously more awkward about this than she'd been, and probably far less talented, but he would do anything to make her feel like he had.
Experimentally, he ran his tongue up her slit, from the bottom to the top. He didn't know what he was expecting, but she tasted salty. That seemed to fit her. He took his middle finger and pressed against her, moving up and down but not entering her.
He glanced up at her face. "Am I-Is this ok?"
She was looking at him with amusement and such adoration that it made his heart skip a beat. "Yes, of course. Just-here." She reached down and took his hand in hers and guided his middle finger upward to the little nub at the top of her slit. She placed it there and pressed, and immediately her head fell back in pleasure.
He decided to stick to this area, and pressed and encircled and pinched until she was writhing in front of him. He had always been told he was a fast learner. He decided to try something. Lowering his mouth to the nub, he sucked it into his mouth, and she gasped. After using his tongue on her for a minute or so, he lightly nipped her with his teeth. She let out a cry so loud that he worried he might've hurt her, but when he pulled away she let out a soft "No!" and he didn't need to be told twice.
His mouth still on her, he sank one finger into her, and he was amazed at how smoothly it went in. God, she was so wet. He had done that to her. The thought, along with her reactions to his touch, had him completely hard again in no time.
When he slipped in another finger, he started to notice her shuddering. He felt her tightening a little around his fingers, and he wondered if she was going to come. Perhaps she was close, but she didn't seem to be quite there yet. Well, that was probably a little hopeful for his first time.
"Will," she said, and he looked up.
"Yes?" his voice so low and husky that she didn't hear.
"Oh, Will," she breathed. He realized that she wasn't trying to get his attention. She probably didn't even mean to say his name. She was saying it because he was the one who was making her feel this way, hewas the man doing this to her. Suddenly it hit him like a ton of bricks: after all those months of hoping, wishing, dreaming, he was finally here. He was between her legs, in the most intimate position he could imagine, pleasuring her. Making her sigh and moan and say his name. His heart swelled with euphoria, contentment, and love. It was all too much, and he had to pull back for a moment and rest his cheek on the inside of her thigh.
"Will," she said, this time clearly seeking his attention. He moved so that he was face to face with her.
"I need you. Now."
His heart sped up, if that was even possible, and he was nodding like an idiot. "Alright." he said stupidly.
"Here," she said, leaning over and retrieving something from the outside pocket of her purse, which was next to the couch. He moved so that he was sitting next to her, and pulled her legs into his lap. She ripped the condom rapper open with her teeth, and reached down to roll it on to him. Even that small touch nearly set him over the edge, and he was thankful that she'd already finished him off once that night.
She leaned back and pulled him on top of her, unbuttoning the last buttons on his shirt and tossing it aside. This was really happening. Anticipation and terror rose within him. They were shifting, scooting so that they were in the most optimal position, and he reached down to position his tip into her, when-"Wait."
She had to be kidding.
"Yes?" he said, trying to keep the strangled desperation out of his voice.
"I sort of...made you tell me about yourself. Before we do this, do you care about my experience?" The fact that she even thought he would care was ridiculous. Unless, was she talking about George Wickham? The thought made him ill.
"Did-Did you and George…?" Her eyes widened and, to his great relief, she laughed.
"No, God no. We barely did anything apart from kissing."
He grinned, feeling extremely childish but also smug that he was about to make love to the woman of his dreams, who Wickham had tried and failed to woo into bed.
"Then I don't care."
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