Elizabeth suggested that they walk around the house before entering. The house was a light, almost yellow brick with white trim. It was much bigger than a cottage, but had an airiness that reminded her of a romantic cottage tucked away amongst the wood. Trees and flowerbeds surrounded it; the beds seemed a little wild, but full of colourful fall flowers. As they rounded the house to the back, they saw a formal garden. There were well-marked paths, trellises with grape vines, benches scattered around the lawn, and another large fountain with Grecian statues at the four corners and one in the centre. Around the edge of the garden, there appeared to be paths continuing into the surrounding trees.
Elizabeth found it delightful and that she could see herself living in such a place. Though Darcy loved Pemberley, he admitted fancying the smaller, graceful, romantic feel of the Great House at Stoke. Once they had walked back around to the entrance, Darcy took the key that Mr. Bennet had given him and unlocked the door.
Chapter 14
8 December 1811
Though Darcy loved Pemberley, he admitted fancying the smaller, graceful, romantic feel of the Great House at Stoke. Once they had walked back around to the entrance, Darcy took the key that Mr. Bennet had given him and entered.
The entrance way had a marble floor and was wider than they had originally thought. To the left was the drawing room and to the right was a handsome lady’s parlour. The rooms were filled with drop cloth covered furniture. With the giggle of a little girl, Elizabeth went around peeking beneath the cloths. “Oh, William, come see!”
Admitting curiosity only to himself, Darcy moved about the room, uncovering several pieces. He was pleased to find settees, and elegant, yet not ostentatious furniture.
They continued to walk through the house. Darcy made a few notes for Mr. Bennet as they went along. The wall covers appeared in good condition. It appeared the partial staff kept by Mr. Bennet was doing a good job, as there was no dust to be found. In fact, they wondered why there were coverings on the furniture, as there did not appear to be dust upon them either.
There was a small dining room (or it could be used as a breakfast room), and there was a larger formal dining room. Darcy and Elizabeth both agreed that their favourite room down stairs was the library. It was there they decided to set up their luncheon. Once they had found that the kitchen actually had running water, Darcy had filled a basin in the downstairs washroom for her to use. They each took a few minutes to refresh themselves.
When Elizabeth returned from freshening up, to her delight, she discovered Darcy had started a fire, and had removed the drop cloths from much of the furniture in the library. At a table with two chairs near the fire, he was setting up their luncheon. There were two armchairs, two sofas, and a large chaise that graced the room. The table might originally have been a game table, but it would do quite nicely for their repast. Elizabeth brought a couple candlesticks she had found and placed them on the table, and with a match from the fireplace, lit them as well as several candles that were placed about the room.
One of the walls of the library consisted almost entirely of windows looking out on the formal gardens they had previously toured.
“This is quite a handsome room, my dear. I believe I could spend many happy hours here. This house may not be much larger than Longbourn, but the ceiling is higher and, in this room at least, the windows allow enough light into the room to make it very welcoming,” Darcy said as he approached and pulled her into his arms.
He touched her cheek and then rubbed a finger along the seam between her lips, until she opened them to him and he kissed her deeply. “I have been longing to do that. Come, let us have our luncheon,” Darcy said.
“This is the only kiss I am to receive?” Elizabeth queried impertinently.
“No my dear, but more kisses will be served for dessert, if you clean your plate,” he smiled and she lightly giggled.
They sat at right angles with only a corner of the table between them. The table was turned as a diamond to the fire. They ate their meal and exchanged small talk. Both were happy to simply be in the other’s company. In truth, they were both thinking more about “dessert” than their meal. The fire lightly warmed them, even though the day was warm for late fall. But as the house had not been warmed in some time, they were grateful for the fire to dispel the chill. The sun shining in the windows had also graced the room with a little warmth, and soon they found they were quite comfortable.
Neither ate much preferring to gaze into each other’s eyes. And as new lovers often do, they would take a bite off each other’s plates, or nibble something from the other’s fingers, nibbling the finger a bit as well. They spoke of nothing in particular, but thought of all that was to come in their life as man and wife. Contentment seemed to fill them both. For the time they had in this house, in this room all alone, they were grateful.
Darcy lifted her wine glass for her to drink, and was entranced as he saw the liquid wet her lips. Elizabeth lifted his glass to him and could not help herself from running a finger along his lips as he finished his sip. When they had eaten what they wanted, they packed the leftovers away. Darcy stood and lifted her from her seat and said simply, “Come.”
He led her to the chaise. It was made of rich tapestry and was wider than most. Darcy unbuttoned and removed his waistcoat, cravat and his vest as well as her spencer and propped himself into the corner, against the rolled back before pulling Elizabeth against him. He proceeded to remove the pins from her hair, burying his nose into her curls as he kissed the top of her head. He then put his arms around her just below her breasts. She leaned further against him and put her hands on top of his. They sighed in contentment.
“William, is it time for another lesson?” Elizabeth queried.
“Well, my love, as you are longing to become quite the proficient, perhaps we simply need to practice what you have already learned,” he said as he kissed along the back of her neck and up until his lips caressed her earlobe. She moaned and turned into his arms, leaning up to nibble his lips. As he had done to her before, she took his lower lip into her mouth and suckled it, doing the same with the top lip before kissing him full on the mouth. And to prove herself the conscientious student, she began a duel with his tongue as her small tongue entered his mouth. He moaned and pulled her firmly against his body.
She turned to face him and pulled up to straddle him as he reached behind her to unbutton the first couple buttons at the back of her dress. As he released the buttons, he kissed along her jaw line, and then along her neck to her pulse point, kissing her deeply until he heard her moans increase. He then moved to her collarbone and continued until he reached the hollow at the base of her neck. His tongue flecked out to circle the small hollow, and her head fell back to allow him better access.
When he knew he had enough buttons opened, he stopped long enough to lower the top of her dress and her chemise. Again with a slight gasp, he whispered in a husky voice, “No stays again today? Anticipating another lesson, my dear? Oh, my Lizzy you are so, so beautiful. I can wait no longer to taste your sweet fruit.” He lowered his mouth to trace a path down her neck, kissing around one breast and then the other. He then focused on her left breast as he circled around and around her flesh with his tongue until he lightly tapped the tip of the nipple, then moved to the left breast with the tip of his tongue. Frustrated with his teasing her, she reached up to grasp his head, trying to force him down fully onto her nipple.
Yet, he resisted her and looked up into her eyes. He saw them swimming with dark passion.
“No, No, No, my love. *All good things come to those who wait. Patience my love,” and he continued his light tapping on her nipple for a couple more moments, until he changed to short light licks on the tip. Then his teeth just lightly grazed her firm, hard berry as his light ministrations had had their desired effect.
When Lizzy thought she could bear it no longer, he took her nipple fully into his mouth. First, he suckled lightly and circled with his tongue; then
releasing it, he bestowed the same attention to its mate. With each pass between the two, he picked up his pace and the firmness of his suckling. When he had her panting, he suckled hard and gripped the tip with his teeth. She moaned and pulled him hard against her as her hips began to rock against him. She was now aware that he was hard and firm below her. She was getting closer and closer to a release, and began to moan, “More, William, I want more.”
“What do you want, my Lizzy?”
“I want you to make me your wife, William. I long for it. Please, William! I want to know what that will be like. I do not want to wait. I want to know now. Please, William? Please,” she gasped and then looked down into his eyes.
Darcy stopped and pulled her back against his chest and lifted her up to look into his eyes. They both were panting. “No, Lizzy, I cannot. I cannot dishonour you in that way. You deserve a wedding night. In a big beautiful bed after taking a warm fresh bath, and coming together when we are man and wife in the eyes of God.”
“William, William, my love, do you not know that you are already my husband in my heart? Please, William, please. I know you love me, and I trust you, you have made it so. You have taught me all I need to know. I am no longer afraid, but I do not want to live with this anticipation of the unknown anymore. I tire of it. I want to be your wife—I am ready to be your wife. We are alone in this beautiful romantic place. I cannot think of a better time for us to join as man and wife. Please, William.”
“Oh, Elizabeth, please do not ask this of me. I cannot dishonour your father, my godfather. He trusted us in this trip today. I cannot take advantage of you or him in that way. Please understand my love. I cannot,” Darcy was finding it more and more difficult to resist her, as his physical response had reached an acute level.
Elizabeth sat up again, straddling him and put her hands to frame his handsome face, and she said directly into his passion filled, ebony pools. “William, my love, I love you. I know you love me. We are to be married in three days. You want me; I feel the evidence of it below me. If you will not volunteer for this, then I fear that I must take advantage of you,” and with that she reached down and began to undo his breeches, reaching in to grasp hold of his manhood and lift it out.
She began to stroke his arousal, and Darcy found his body was betraying his will, as he grew harder with each of her strokes. He was putty in her hands, and as she watched his body’s reaction, she knew it. Cocking her head slightly to the side, and with her brows raised and her lips grinning she said, “Well what is it to be? Ravish me, or will we go home now?” With that she stopped stroking him and started to lift off of him.
He grabbed her hand as she began to push off and stopped her. “Good God, Lizzy, you are dangerous. Are you sure? Are you absolutely sure, my love. I do not know what I would do if you were to regret this.”
She then slid down farther onto his body again, and began to stroke him again, “I will not regret this. But I do encourage you to begin the ravishment now; as I will be angry with you should you refuse me. I am begging you to make me your wife in a most wanton way, and if you were to deny me, then I will be most unhappy.”
He put his hand on top of hers and stopped her movements as he said huskily, “Then if we are to proceed with this ravishment, you must cease what you are doing now.”
“Why?”
“Oh, my love, my restraint may be strong, but you are pushing me beyond my limit. If you truly want me to make you my wife, then I need to be able to spend inside of you. If you do not stop, I fear I will find my release much too soon.”
“Can you only spend, as you say, one time a day?” Elizabeth asked.
Darcy lightly chuckled, “Yes, curiosity will kill the cat, but I fear I will be the cat. Oh, my Lizzy, it is possible for me to spend more than once in a day, but it usually takes quite some time for me to recover, and I would much rather enjoy this with you than alone. That is, if you are really determined…”
“William, do not ask me again, I am determined.”
He pulled her back and said, “Then you must stand up, for if this ravishment is to commence, we must remove more of our clothes. Shall we?”
She giggled lightly and moved off of his lap, and he smiled as she helped pull him to his feet. Darcy turned Elizabeth around and unbuttoned the remaining buttons on her gown and it fell to the ground along with her chemise.
She reached up to run her hand down his chest from his chin to his waistline and when she reached his waist, her fingers lowered into his waistband to pull out his shirt. As the ties had already been loosened, he raised his arms and allowed her to help him take it off. He removed his breeches as she watched and then sat down as she removed his boots. Elizabeth marvelled at his nakedness. Her eyes raked over his body; from his neck, down his chest, resting on his manhood and then down to his muscular, tight buttocks and thighs. “You truly are like the statue of Adonis, my love.”
Darcy picked up the cloth covering that had been on the chaise and folded it, placing it on the chaise before sitting Elizabeth on it. He began to remove her shoes, running his hand lightly up the inside of her leg until he reached the inside of her thigh. Then just for a minute he reached up higher to slightly tease her as his finger entered her small clothes, slightly tapping her bud. He then took her stocking down her leg as he looked up into her eyes, repeating the same motion on her other leg.
“Oh, my love, you are everything that I could have ever imagined in a wife. You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life. If at any point you want to stop, please know that I will. If I do something that you particularly like you must tell me. Even if you cannot say it in words, you can move my hand, or mouth, or finger to anywhere you want them. Do you understand, my Lizzy?”
“I do, William. But less talking, please. Precede with the lesson, my love.”
He chuckled and reached up and removed her small clothes. He gazed at her in adoration. Her naked splendour made him want to worship at her feet. He knew that he must taste her before he made her his own. He had her lean back against the corner of the chaise as he began to kiss her feet, and then her calf and continued up her leg to the inside of her knee. From there he continued, gently opening her legs as he went, kissing along the inside of her thigh.
Elizabeth was gasping, “William, what are you doing? You are not going to kiss me there are you?”
He reached up to touch her nub and began to lightly rub her. “Yes, my love, I am going to kiss you here and I promise you will like it. I wish to bring you pleasure, extreme pleasure, before bringing you any pain. Please, allow me this. Just lay back and close your eyes if you must. I promise to stop if you do not enjoy it. Is that acceptable to you? You did say that you would trust me?”
“I did, William, but is this part of what must be done? Is this part of making me your wife?”
“It is not something that is required for me to make you my wife. But I believe it will allow me to make you my wife with the absolute minimum amount of pain. Lizzy if you can find your pleasure, if the wetness your body makes is enough to make it easy for me to enter you, it will be much easier this first time. You must relax, my love, just let me give you pleasure.”
“I will, William, I will allow you. Oh, William, that feels so good!” she gasped as Darcy’s tongue first touched her nub, “Oh, William! Oh, William! Do not stop, do not stop!”
He stopped just enough to say “I have no intention of stopping” and his finger entered her wet folds as he spoke.
Darcy alternated between lightly licking her nub and licking all along the crease of her folds, each pass his tongue going a little deeper. After several passes, her legs began to clench his head, and he moved his hands to lightly keep them open as he moved up to suckle her nub.
Elizabeth lost all conscious thought. All she felt was pleasure. All the focus of her entire body was on the place where William’s mouth was touching; the place she had just discovered this week. The place she had been taught could bring her shame,
and it had brought her fear. Only now it was bringing her intense pleasure. Darcy lifted her legs up and over his shoulders as he suckled her harder still, and began to rhythmically move one and then two fingers in and out of her honey nest. He could sense her opening up to him, relaxing to his touch and rhythm as he suckled her. He added a third finger, and in between each in and out motion he lightly opened his fingers a bit wider with each pass to prepare her for him.
Then he felt her approach, and heard her increasing moans, “William, oh God William! Do not stop, do not stop! Oh, God!” and with that she sparked and erupted. She screamed at the top of her lungs, “William!” as she rode his mouth, faster and faster.
Darcy lapped at her juices as she was so wet, but he did not allow her to recover. With her one of her legs still over his shoulder, he placed his manhood at her entrance. Teasing her with just a little bit at a time.
He rocked her lightly with each small entrance. He leaned over to suckle her nipple, and he opened her legs just a little more as he entered her just a little farther and a little farther, reaching as far as he could without hurting her. He tapped her nub lightly and then rubbed gently as said, “My Lizzy, this may hurt a little, but I will need to thrust a bit harder in order to break through your maidenhead. This will join us as man and wife, and make you my own. Are you sure? Are you ready, my love?”
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