Page 85 of Penned By Mr Darcy
She nodded, her smile fading. He kissed her again, his hands cradling her face.
“I suppose we had best get it over with,” she sighed. “You will stop, won’t you, if it is too terrible?”
“Yes,” he promised. “Damn, I left the oil in my room. If you would give me a moment…”
He could not leave the room in this state. Even if the hallway was empty, the possibility of being caught was too humiliating.
“Do we need it?” she asked. “I do not want you to leave me, however briefly.”
“It may make things better, but I believe you…” he cleared his throat, “produce lubrication of your own.”
Her nose wrinkled.
“Do not say it like that, Fitzwilliam,” she said with distaste. “You make me sound like some sort of barnyard animal.”
“I am sorry. I would not cause you pain for anything in the world, my dearest. Only comfort. Only joy.”
Elizabeth’s smile softened, though a flicker of apprehension passed across her face. He kissed her again, his hands tender at her cheeks.
“Promise you will stop, if it is too dreadful?”
“Of course.”
“Do not leave me. Not now, not even for a moment,” she whispered. She leaned closer to him, her lips touching his ear as she spoke, so softly he would have been ignorant to her words had she not been so close to him. “I am ready. I know that I am ready. When I think of you…”
Her words undid him. He pressed his hand between her legs, finding her just as she said she was. He groaned, his eyes closing for a moment as he composed himself. She was so wet, so ready for him, and he had yearned for this moment when their two souls would finally be joined as one.
“Take me, Fitzwilliam. Please.”
He settled himself between her, then drew back slightly, pausing as though to etch the sight of her into memory. In that still moment, he knew with absolute certainty that he could never weary of beholding her thus; open, trusting, entirely his. She held him utterly; body and soul, he was hers, and he would spend every day to come content to be her willing captive.
“What are you thinking?” she asked. “You seem lost, my love.”
He was the furthest thing from lost. He was found. A lifetime of feeling apart, of moving through a world that had never quite made room for him, seemed to fall away in the sanctity of their bedchamber. At last, all was clear. The relentless, exhaustingnoise of his mind had stilled; in her presence, he knew only peace.
“That I love you,” he smiled softly down at her.
“I love you too.”
She opened her arms to him, and when he came to her, she drew him in as though she would never let him go. Their lips met, urgent and unrestrained, until he thought he might forget how to breathe. When at last the moment deepened and they gave themselves wholly to one another, her breath caught. He pulled back, fighting the sensations overwhelming him as her most secret flesh surrounded him. She clung closer still, answering him with a fervour that banished all doubt.
“I am well,” she whispered. “Quite well, in fact.”
“May I…” it took every shred of his resolve to speak, the vise of her muscles around his cock rendering his brain almost useless. “May I move?”
She nodded, her hands wrapping around his waist and tugging him closer. He gasped at the motion, his hips snapping towards her as he began to take what he had desired for so long. Her heels rose, pressing against his buttocks as she urged him deeper, deeper. The fevered cling of her was hard to resist, and he was sorely inexperienced in endurance.
“Are you well?”
“Fitzwilliam,” she purred, pressing a kiss to his neck. “You do not need to ask. I feel…it is as if you have lit me aflame. Move.”
“I will set you aflame as often as you desire,” he panted against her ear, each word punctuated with a hard drive of his hips. “I am yours to command.”
“How often is polite to engage in this act?” she murmured, her tongue flicking over his earlobe and making him see stars.
Restraint left him. Courtesy left him. His mind was no longer in his control, as his darkest desires left his lips.
“I would have you around my cock every second of every day. I would make love to you wherever you want, however you command me. I would fuck you until I forgot my own name, for you own me. I am yours. I am only yours Lizzy, oh, fuck, I…”
