He lay inside her still and while she might not realize his manhood had done it's duty, he could feel it losing it's hardness.
“What on earth could you be sorry for?” Elizabeth said, giggling as she wiggled her toes.
“I...” Darcy couldn't bring himself to say it, certainly he wasn't about to explain it. “It's just that you're so beautiful and I...”
Elizabeth smiled, that knowing smile that he loved so much, the one that showed she'd figured out far more than her years. “Lost control?” she said.
Darcy dropped his head and laughed gently, “Yes I suppose I did,” he said.
“Well I shall take that as a compliment,” Elizabeth said, her grin spreading wide across her delicate features.
Darcy looked at his beautiful bride and thought his heart might burst. He stroked her cheek and stared adoringly into her eyes, “Mrs. Darcy, I do believe I am completely beguiled. I couldn't be more in love with you if I tried.”
“I can tell,” she said, reaching down to grasp him by the buttocks and giving him a squeeze.
Darcy, so lost in his wife's eyes hadn't even realized his manhood had become hard yet again.
“Can we do it again?” Elizabeth whispered, a twinkle in her eye.
“As you wish my love,”-
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