Courtship and Confusion

by Laura Maybrick

  Slipping one of his hands into the tight bodice of her beautiful gown, Darcy cupped her one breast with one hand, slowly circling her very hard bud, while his other caressed the small of her back. She was not wearing stays, he realised with some satisfaction. While he had not much experience himself, he had heard that those blasted things had a habit of getting in the way of many an eager man and eager he was.

  Why, oh why was it still so many miles until they would be home? By the time they would get there he would be insane from sheer want for his wife.

  By the looks of it, so would Lizzy as she had started to writhe in her seat, making her own need apparent. If it would have been possible, he would have grown even harder at the sight of her restless squirming, but alas, there was no way in the world any man could have a more violently raging hard-on as he had at present. And it had been some time since any of them had given another sound except for the odd moan. Question was, how long a man could hold himself back before he was undone completely?

  By the time that finally the carriage rounded the last corner and came to a halt at his house, either of them was unable to speak any coherent word and before the poor footman had clambered down from his perch, Darcy had flung open the door of his carriage himself and all but dragged Elizabeth with him. If one could call it that, since she quickly jumped out of the chaise herself and right into his arms following quite willingly.

  Thank goodness that by now it was dark and most houses closed up already and consequently not a single soul around except for his own servants and the two of them. The only thing in his way now was the door, which he unlocked with shaky hands and, of course his servants thinking it necessary to bring in their luggage. Blast, could a man not take his wife in peace?

  “Will you require anything else, Sir? Madam?” the footman asked and Darcy seriously started wondering if the man did it on purpose or if he really was that oblivious to their need of privacy.

  Oddly enough it appeared to be the latter.

  “No,” he managed to press out from between his teeth. “No, thank you, that will be all. Have a good night.”

  Finally! The house was dark and quiet and most of the furniture covered with sheets to protect them from dust, but that mattered little, he was here with his beautiful wife and alone. And while at first Elizabeth had been fairly timid as she had once said, her courage had risen with every attempt to intimidate her. Or in this case her courage had risen with her increasing arousal that was perfectly d'accord with his own.

  Reaching out for her once again, just as he had done in the carriage many hours ago, Darcy once more took her face into his hands gently, but this time to kiss her deeply, challengingly slipping his tongue between her teeth where it was met with her own dancing around each other in perfect harmony. Eventually he picked her up, though never breaking their kiss and carried her over to his library. It, too was drenched in darkness, but he knew his way around and at least there was no danger in stumbling down the stairs at any accidental misstep. Besides, the sofa in front of the fire place was a comfortable and large one.

  “I want to see you!” Elizabeth suddenly gasped. “Let me see you in all your glory, Fitzwilliam.”

  As impatient as he was, she had a point. He, too, longed to see her beauty while making unabashed love to her. And what was a moment longer after they had held themselves back for so many hours together. Feeling around in the darkness, he found that there was still wood stacked beside the grate and a few candles on the mantelpiece as well as the lighter he always kept in this room. It did take a bit of fiddling around with the steel and fling until finally the tinder had caught fire and he could put on some of the nicely dry logs, which quickly caught fire. When he turned around again he was surprised do find his bride spread out on the sofa, though still dressed, but looking surprisingly comfortable as she watched him. And besides, the lighting the fire had somewhat relaxed him, meaning that while he was still eager for her, the utter urgency had given way to a deep desire to more slowly fulfil both their needs. Taking off his coat, ever so slowly he unbuttoned his waistcoat, never leaving her eyes. Her tongue darting out and licking her lips at the sight before her, made him smile.

  “Do you like what you see, my dear?”

  “Very much so,” was Elizabeth's calm reply, in rather a husky voice. “And you, do you like what you see?”

  “Very much, indeed, but you show me very little.”

  “Hm, then perhaps you should ask me to show you a little more, my dear husband.”

  “Take off your dress!”

  “I would love to, but I am afraid that I will need your assistance in opening the buttons, seeing that they are inconveniently at the back.”

  “With pleasure, my love.”

  In a sense this was surreal. There they were neither of them with anything that could be called experience as yet, except for a few stolen kisses here and there when nobody had been looking and yet, the perfect comfortableness they felt with one another made it such a very natural thing to talk and do as they did at present.

  The buttons of her gown were indeed a challenge, but he took his time, just as he had done with his waistcoat. His fingers all the while caressing her while fumbling to open the blasted things, his lips occasionally finding their way to the nape of her neck no nuzzle her.

  “Do you not think it to be unfair that you can touch me so freely while I have little choice but to stand by idly?” she at last inquired archly.

  “Perhaps, but alas, that was the final button and perhaps you can return the favour by unbuttoning my shirt?”

  “Hm, let me think about it, Mr Darcy.”

  “But not for too long, Mrs Darcy,” he teased back challengingly all the shyness he had once held gone.

  What reason was there to be shy anyway with such a woman by his side?

  Not that she did anyway, for hardly had he slipped her dress off her shoulders and off her slender form for it to pool at her feet, that she had turned around and with teasing fingers started to undo him. Literally. And the concentrated look on her face was so very endearing.

  Once again his heart soared to the skies. Yes, he wanted her, but his ardour was still nothing to the love he felt for this wonderful woman before him. It was such a confusing state of raw lust, pure love, and tenderness between them he never would have anticipated. A feeling that was beautiful in itself.

  Quite unexpectedly, Elizabeth had reached down to undo the buttons of his breeches likewise, gasping in surprise at the sight of him and rousing him fro his daze. The flickering flames danced on their bared skin and yet, both still wore their under things. But not much longer. Finally they both were as bare as on the day they were born, seeing each other truly for the first time.

  “I need you, Lizzy,” Darcy whispered into her ear.

  “And I you,” she replied keeping her voice equally low as if afraid to break the spell that surely must have been cast between them.

  Pushing her gently back onto the settee, he lowered himself onto her gently feeling for her folds to find them wet and ready for him and with what he knew must be uncomfortable at first, Darcy quickly pushed himself into her down to the hilt, breaking her barrier in one smooth moment before keeping himself perfectly still. Her small outcry at the pain he had caused her broke his hear into a thousand pieces, and yet, to prolong it by going slowly would have been even crueller. Kissing away a stray tear of shock, he slowly began moving. That a woman could be this tight he had certainly not anticipated. But to feel her around himself was the most wonderful thing he had ever experienced so far. That she also relaxed rather quickly was s good thing, too and not five minutes later she moved with him in perfect harmony, meeting every one of his measured thrusts with one of her own until she writhed beneath him.

  “Wait!”

  Her cry startled him and he indeed managed to stop despite getting increasingly closer to his release.

  “Am I hurting you?” he anxiously inquired, hoping dearly he did not.


  “No, it is just that, goodness, what is this thing? This feeling? I... - I am...” she was obviously lost for words.

  “Losing control?”

  “Yes,” was her gasped reply.

  “That, my love is the very point. Lose control for me, my dear and I will topple over the edge with you.”

  It only took three more slow and deep strokes before she cried out his name in ecstasy, her walls contracting around his arousal, massaging him until he could take it no longer and with a throaty moan of his own, Darcy spilt his seed deep inside his wife, just the way it should be. And if he had any say in it, they would do this over and over again in the next couple of days until it was time to leave and join his sister in the north.

  Sleepily they both snuggled together and quickly fell asleep, truly husband and wife and yet so much more and they always would be. And perhaps, some day soon, their love would become obvious to the world in the shape and form of a little addition to their family. It was a wonderful thought to fall asleep to and that they both did.

  The END

  About the Author:

  Laura Maybrick is the pseudonym of a past-time writer, who, on occasion, likes to indulge in the more raunchy side of historical romance. With a particular affinity for the works of Jane Austen, her main focus has, as yet, been intimate variations on Pride and Prejudice. After 'Ardour and Affection' and 'The Bearskin-Rug' – collection, this is now her third publication featuring everybody's favourite couple.

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  [1]Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice, Chapter 32.

  [2]Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice, Chapter 61.