"Must your mother stay the fortnight before the baby comes," groaned Richard.
"She must. You know theses things are not exact. The babe might come anytime between now and the middle of April. Kitty was nearly four weeks overdue," answered Elizabeth.
"Are you very sure that your mother couldn't have been wrong in her counting?" asked Richard dubiously.
"Quite sure. Although that is why Kitty is often sick, or so Mr. Jones says. I also cannot imagine being expectant for another six weeks complete." Elizabeth shuddered at the thought. From what her mother and sister said, it only got worse from here, as the baby would grow extremely rapidly now.
"But Lizzy," said Richard, grabbing Elizabeth around the waist and pulling her against him. "We shall have to be so much more discreet, and I shall not be able to spend half so much time with the babe as I would like. She might become suspicious."
Elizabeth kissed Richard and stroked his face. "But you shall be the 'godfather'. Surely you can use that as an excuse to see the baby whenever you wish. And she will be gone a few weeks after the baby is born."
"I wish I could just be your second husband, in truth. Then we would not have to sneak around half so much. I covet every night that Darcy is able to spend in your company that I am not or every liberty he gets to take that I do not, for fear someone might see."
"I know, my love. Although, since we began hiring the newer servants to replace those who leave and the renovations, have you not been easier?" asked Elizabeth.
Ever since their arrangement began, whenever a servant needed to be replaced, they looked to replace them with someone who needed a place for reasons some would consider scandalous. Unwed mothers, women who wished to leave the oldest profession for something more respectable, mollies, and other people who, while not having done anything wrong, were often considered unemployable. As there was no other means of earning a living for these servants, they were extremely grateful to the Darcys for giving them a place and would not betray them. Between them and the connecting doors, it was much easier for Richard to com and go as he pleased. Even now, they were in the sitting room that connected Richard's chamber's with Elizabeth's.
She began to kiss him when he did not answer, hoping some intimacy would put his mind at ease. When she reached for the buttons of his trousers, he grabbed her hand.
"I thought you said that you should not now, for it can bring the baby early."
"That was only because I had those pains, which I have not had since. The midwife also said that the babe would no longer be early if it came now. A fortnight or so on either side of the estimate usually brings a healthy baby. We no longer have any restrictions on what I can do. I was even told to go walking again."
"I imagine that you are quite pleased to not have your activity restricted any longer. I have not seen you with a dirty petticoat in a month or more."
"It is not my walks that I miss most," said Elizabeth with a saucy look.
"Pray, tell." Richard sat on the chaise and pulled Elizabeth onto his lap.
"I shall crush you," she protested.
"You certainly shall not. You are like a feather."
Elizabeth looked at him sceptically, then down at her stomach. "More like a whale."
"I have seen whales," said Richard. "You look nothing like them. They are much larger, and they squirt liquid from a very different place than you do."
"You are dreadful."
"Perhaps, my dear Moby," said Richard.
Elizabeth slapped Richard playfully, making him grin. "Oh, is that how you wish to play, my love?"
"Yes. I shall punish you for that remark."
"Please do. I am at your mercy."
Elizabeth quickly scanned the room, her eyes lingering on the cords that held back the heavy velvet curtains. "Undress. I shall be right back," she said, rising and untangling two of the cords, letting the curtains fall closed and darken the room. When she returned, Richard was lying on the chaise naked, grinning at her like the cat that got the cream. He looked far too self-satisfied.
She ordered him to give her his hands, which she tied together. She then firmly secured the other end of the cord around the top of the chaise. She went to his feet then and bound them together.
"I need to show you better knot-tying skills," said Richard. Although he would play along with her, he had got free from much more firmly tied knots than his when he had been in the army.
"Hush." Elizabeth disrobed slowly as his eyes followed her movements. She might feel huge, but he did not mind in the least. She was big with his child, her breasts were large and full, and she was still his sensual Lizzy.
"Are you certain I shall not crush you?" She asked as she approached.
"If you do, I shall die quite happy." Ricard looked at her hungrily. It had been five very long weeks since he had last had her. Already he felt as if he would burst immediately when she touched him.
She climbed onto the chase, cautiously distributing her weight mostly on the furniture and not on him, before sitting softly on his chest. "This is comfortable?"
"Not exactly, because I cannot touch the parts of you that I wish, nor are you touching the parts of me that I wish you to touch."
"That is not what I meant."
"I know. Yes, it is fine. You can put your weight on me. If I can withstand Darcy in this position, I certainly can take your form," said Richard reassuringly.
"Oh?" asked Elizabeth. She had never seen the men in this position. Richard did not answer her, too transfixed by her quim. It was so close to him, but too far away to taste. He could feel the wet against his chest and it was torture.
"Let me taste." He leaned his head forward in an attempt to reach her, but she was too far away.
Elizabeth raised her eyebrows. "I do not think you are in a position to make demands of me, my love."
"Then shall you just sit on me?" he asked.
"I shall do as I like with you." With that, she leaned forward and kissed his forehead gently.
"Is that all you intend?"
"Certainly not. Yet, you seem far too confident, still. Not at all as you should be."
"How should I be?"
"Less commanding, more asking me. More pleading."
Richard looked at her sceptically. "You wish me to beg for you?"
"Yes. Otherwise we shall remain like this, or I shall go find Will and have him instead."
That idea did not appeal to Richard at all, unless Darcy was to come join them here. "Please, Lizzy."
"Please what?"
"Please, can I taste you?" he asked.
She smiled and moved so she was kneeling over his face. Slowly and carefully, so as to not put her weight on him, she lowered herself. As soon as she was within his reach, he began to eagerly lick and suck, moaning as he tasted her nectar for the first time in weeks.
"Just sit, Lizzy," said Richard, "you are still hovering." He wished for her quim to be pressed against his face so he could more easily devour her.
"But…"
"Please!"
She agreed and lowered her weight onto his face as he eagerly pleasured her. She cried out when her pleasure came and he seemed ever more eager, continuing with great fervour until she was shaking and panting. Even when her release was over, he did not let up and she did not move away, letting him bring her to her peak once more.
When she came down from her second peak, she sat back on his chest and looked down at him. His lips were glistening with her juices, and his eyes were black with lust. "Please, Lizzy," he moaned.
She knew what he wanted, but acted innocent. "What is it you wish for, my love?"
"You. Your quim."
"You just had it, my dear."
"On my fucking cock, Lizzy."
"Language," she scolded with a teasing smile.
She did turn around, though, so she was facing his member. It looked painfully hard. She reached out and lightly touched it and it twitched, making her grin. A bead of liquid had already formed at the tip, and she knew he was aching for her.
She decided to take pity on him, and positioned herself above it, allowing it to lightly brush her entrance. He bucked his hips upwards, trying to enter her, but she moved him away when he did so.
"You remain still," she said. "Or else I will leave you here like this."
"You would not."
"Perhaps. Perhaps not. Will you remain still?" Elizabeth asked, looking back over her shoulder at him.
"Very well," he agreed.
Again, she positioned him at her entrance and, after waiting just a moment, impaled herself on him. He let out a moan when he was fully inside her. She began to move, rocking back and forth on him. He regretted that his hands were tied, as her arse looked perfect and he wished to touch it as it bounced on him.
Suddenly, they heard a key enter the lock in the door. Elizabeth leapt off him and grabbed for her clothes.
"It is just me," said Darcy as he entered. "No one else is about. I see you have started without me." He had been thinking about having Elizabeth ever since earlier that day when they learned it was allowed again.
"Dear God, Darce," said Richard. "You scared the wits out of us."
"Don't let me interrupt," said Darcy. "Continue." He began divesting himself of his own clothing while Elizabeth mounted Richard again, this time facing him. She leaned forward and kissed him. Her stomach somewhat got in the way, but she could just barely reach him.
When she leaned back again, she found that Darcy was kneeling behind her. He kissed her shoulders as he cupped her breasts in his hands. As he began to toy with her nipples, she felt the heat building within her again. It was only a moment more before she fell apart, using Darcy to support her, otherwise she was certain that she would have fallen backwards. She was too caught up in her own ecstasy to notice Richard's release coming on as well until she felt his hot seed fill her.
She slipped off of him when he softened within her. Darcy went to the head of the chaise and untied Richard's hands while Elizabeth undid his legs. He seemed content and did not move from the chaise, tired as he was. He had fallen asleep in his own room the previous night, and a nightmare had come on as a result. Still, he was not so tired as to actually sleep, so he watched with part of his attention as Darcy approached Lizzy and murmured something to her. She nodded, and Darcy grinned.
"I wish to have Elizabeth, but if you want, we can go elsewhere so you can rest," said Darcy.
Richard said nothing, waving a hand as if to say, 'You may do what you like, but I am going to sleep here.'
Darcy found a blanket that was tossed over a chair in the corner of the room. He covered Richard with it and bade him to sleep well. Richard smiled and thanked him as the others quietly exited the room.
"Nightmares?" asked Darcy.
"I think so. He slept in his room last night, as you know."
"I wish he would not. He only gets them at night and in his room nowadays. Mayhap if he falls asleep in his room, we should go to him there," suggested Darcy.
Elizabeth agreed his suggestion was sound. She did not wish to talk anymore, though. She led Darcy to the bed and began to kiss him eagerly. He positioned her on her back. As she did not seem to require any stimulation, eager as she was, he entered her swiftly and began to thrust rapidly. She wrapped her legs around his behind, urging him on. It was only a few moments before she fell apart again, crying out and gripping the bed covers. Darcy followed her release rapidly, grunting as he spilled himself inside her, before collapsing onto the bed.
"Dear God, it has been a while," said Darcy.
"What shall you do after the babe comes?" laughed Elizabeth. "You will have to wait at least a month or two."
"I shall still have Richard," said Darcy, "but it is not so good as with you."
"Do not tell him that," warned Elizabeth. "You might hurt his pride."
"No, I shan't," said Darcy. "We are agreed that it is not the same without you."
"I suppose I am happy then, to not be dispensable."
"We are both hopelessly in love with you, Elizabeth," said Darcy. "Even if we could never have you again, we would still love you. No one could ever replace you."
"Nor could anyone replace either you or him."