Chapter 85 - A total want of propriety!
In Dallas
"Oh Caroline! Thank God you're here!" Jane grabbed her and pulled her in the room. "There's an emergency and I need someone to watch the boys!" she frantically exclaimed. "I was just about to call a babysitter, but at this late notice... Oh, I'm so glad you're here! You don't mind do you?"
"No Jane. I hope everything is alright?"
Jane's lips trembled. "My, my sister Lizzy..."
I hope somebody shot that bitch!
"Oh no! You run right along, we'll be fine."Tears fell. "Thank you Caroline, you're a Godsend!"
Jane ran out of the house, jumped into the car and drove off the property in a devastatingly high speed. Of course, there was staff there, as well as a nanny, to take care of her young ones, but that did not fit into the plan. And Elizabeth's name was used for sly purposes only. She laughed as she wiped her tears. Do your mama proud my sweeties!
*****
Caroline was glad for the diversion, for she desperately needed a place to hide.
"Hello in there?" Caroline opened the door.
"Auntie Caroline! Auntie Caroline!" Trey and Bennet hugged her around the waist.
She bent to kiss the tops of their heads. "Your Mom had to run out. I hope you don't mind that I'm here?"
"Oh no, we like you!" exclaimed Bennet.
"Can you play with us?" asked Trey.
She smiled. "Let me check on Melinda first, then I'll be right back."
They nodded eagerly.
*****
"Alright then, what shall we play?"
"Cowboys and Indians!" shouted one.
"No Stagecoach!" shouted the other.
Caroline cringed at the boisterous kids. The last thing she wanted was more noise and surely the shoot 'em up adventures of Cowboys and Indians would try her nerves.
"What's Stagecoach?"
Bennet stuck out his tongue at his older brother. "One of us is the bad guy and one of us is the good guy and you play the lady that needs help when the bad guy tries to rob the stagecoach."
"Ah, I see." Whatever!
"You go get Daddy's chair?" pointed Trey.
Bennet ran down the hallway and soon enough, he brought back a desk chair with wheels.
"Now you sit here, Aunt Caroline, and pretend your riding in the coach," prompted Bennet.
Caroline jostled herself as though on a horse, while Bennet wheeled her around the room. She was actually enjoying it. At least I get to sit down...
"Bang! Bang! Hold your horses there, Mister!" shouted Trey.
"Whoa!" Bennet whirled the chair to a stop, then he whispered to Caroline. "I'm your driver too!" He straightened up. "We don't want no trouble here partner. There's no gold or silver, just a nice lady going to visit her sick grandmother."
"I've got to bring something home for my troubles, so I'll take her!" Trey pulled on her arm and whispered. "You're supposed to cry for help."
"Oh!" Caroline was enlightened. "Oh please sir, don't take me away? My poor, poor mother!"
"Grandmother!" admonished Bennet in a whisper. "Now hold on there!"
"Bang! Bang!" shouted Trey.
"Argh!" exclaimed Bennet. "I've been shot!" He dramatically fell to the floor.
"Oh no!" giggled Caroline.
"Now, I gotcha!" he grinned. "And just so you won't give me no trouble, I'll have to tie you up!"
"Please sir, please?" she squealed.
Trey grabbed the rope and tied one end of it to the back of the chair, then commenced to wrapping it around Caroline's waist and chest, before securing it to the back of the chair. Aunt Elizabeth had shown him how to tie a hardy knot. Then Bennet joined the fun and tied her legs and feet to the bottom spokes. Caroline was getting a bit nervous. Trey, by this time, had been wrapping another around her hands, which were placed behind her.
"Hey wait a minute..."
The rest of her sentence was muffled by a dirty sock that was stuffed in her mouth. Caroline was pissed as they gagged her mouth and blindfolded her. Good thing for them, because they would not have believed that someone that was related to them had such a foul mouth.
Once all bondage had been checked and double-checked, they yelled and yooped for 30 minutes as the game now changed to Cowboys and Indians. Caroline, even with nausea and a headache, wailed and scooted, but to no avail she was securely hindered, with no help within.
"I'm bored!" Trey dismissed.
Caroline sighed and smiled through her gag and blindfold.
"Me too!" admitted Bennet
"Let's watch Nickelodeon?"
"No Teletubbies!"
They argued for another 5 minutes. Then it all was quiet, except for the whisperings. Suddenly Caroline felt herself being wheeled backwards. Moments later a door closed, she felt it get dark. A few moments after that, an irritating song wafted through her fear. 'The Itsy-bitsy spider went up the waterspout. Down came the rain and washed the spider out...' She cringed. Caroline hated spiders. Then another door closed. She waited and waited, but no movement did she hear. Caroline scooted around and something fell across her lap, then rolled to the floor. She screamed! That damn song kept playing; she screamed some more. She tried to stand up, but her head hit something, then something tumbled down. That's precisely when Caroline realized that the boys had encased her in a closet.
*****
Darcy paced outside the theatre; waiting, waiting, hoping, hoping. He paced and paced and mumbled in torment as onlookers watched him in fear of his obvious insanity. I will never forgive her, if...
The imaginable and unimaginable gnawed at his heels; the certainty and uncertainty gnashed in his stomach; finally truth and reality sliced and gutted him as he heard the opening chords from inside the closed doors.
It was, to the best of his knowledge... over. Over before it began. Ill-fated ere it started. Doomed fore it blossomed.
He lamented softly, humbly bowed his head in torn up emotions, and slowly walked away.
The only sound above the disquiet was the distant delight of the world rushing him by. The only reverb above the soft ting of the traffic lights was the blood ceasing in his veins. The only clamor made above the hum of the bright neon-lighted sign was the thud of his heel-toe dully danced on the pavement. The only noise above the moans and mumbles of the general populace was his heart crumbling to pieces. The only cacophony above the sick-at-heart soul was the quick click of a stiletto accompaniment...
"Will..." hissed a zephyr from a far off outpost.
He shivered.
"Will..." hinted a skylark flapping its wings against the stillness.
He hesitated.
"Will..." rustled an apparition's tentacles on his coat sleeve.
He shrugged and walked on.
"Will..."
"Stop haunting me!!!" he exclaimed in murmured anguish.
Chapter 86 - After all, I will be the one to hold you...
"Please, don't be mad at me?"
Darcy stopped dead in his tracks. "Liz?!"
"Who'd ya think it was?"
Darcy spun around and lunged toward her. "Oh Liz!" Sprooooooiiiing! "I, I thought I..." He devoured her lips.
His hands wandered and she reciprocated. They made a spectacle of themselves!
"Are you... real?" he panted against her lips.
"Umm hmm," was her only response.
The passersby were in humble admiration; one could tell by the catcalls and whistles, pats on the back, and praise, but Darcy and Elizabeth never heard or felt a thing. They were deeply involved, or otherwise occupied.
At length, Elizabeth tried to speak. "Will..." she mumbled against his lips. "Will..." she tried to force from under his tongue. "Will..." she panted as he eased off, a little. "The concert?"
"Who cares?" He began kissing her anew. "Let me... love you?"
That statement was too broad to be believed; she needed to investigate its intent more thoroughly. But not right now! Hell, it had been nearly 5 years since someone was even close enough to her to fathom sex!
"Umm hmm," she breathed. "Okay."
Kissing continued, ravenously. "My hotel... is about a... mile from here. Care to... take a... stroll?"
"On foot?" she asked; he smiled in between kisses. "Not in these... heels."
"I'll carry you."
"Tempting... but I'm parked... just up... the street."
*****
Things had cooled considerably as Darcy and Elizabeth walked to the car. Things normally do that when two people have to stop kissing each other! But this gave them an opportunity to talk.
His arm clasping her body to him. "So what made you come back?"
Elizabeth laughed. "How in the world did you get Caroline to do that stupid commercial?!"
Darcy smiled. "That brother-in-law of yours is very creative."
"Charles?!"
Darcy nodded. "Yep."
"He couldn't have done it all by himself. There were things in it, that only you and I shared."
"I'll admit that Charles, Jane and I did a lot of planning and scheming, but Caroline has made a lot of enemies as well."
"Count me as one of them! When I see her, I'm gonna kick that bitch's ass and..."
Elizabeth's tirade was quelled by a searing kiss.
"Now, where were we?"
"Huh?" she stammered.
"You were talking about the commercial."
"Oh... yeah! Aren't you afraid that McDonald's is going to sue you?"
"I purchased McDonald's from the Kroc family a few years ago."
"Really?!" she brightened. "Does that mean I can get free french fries whenever I want to?"
"I'll be bankrupt!" he laughed and ran through the garage.
Elizabeth ran after him. "You can run but you can't hide!"
"Who's hiding?"
Darcy held out his arms and she accepted a powerful embrace and a ravenous kiss. Darcy murmured some of his fantasies about her in quick whispers.
"How about going to your house in Granbury instead?"
Instantly feeling uncomfortable. "Why?"
"I don't want to be confined to just a few rooms," he chuckled.
Damn! Didn't Wickham say the same thing?!
She pushed away from him and blurted out the first thing that came to her mind. "Do you mind if we take Bud?"Elizabeth was in such a quandary that she had yet to realize that in her haste to call Jane, drive the 8 or so hours from Lubbock to Dallas and get dressed for the evening, she had forgotten to pick up Bud from the kennel.
Darcy was a little mystified as to why she might need her dog with her, but agreed anyway. "Uh, no. Sure."
*****
They were silent as they drove to her townhouse.
"You sure you want to do this?"
"Yes," she whispered.
"Liz, pull over?" No response. "Liz, pull over?" he asked again. And just as before, she ignored him. "Elizabeth... pull over," he commanded slowly. She did as asked, without a word. Darcy cupped her face with his hands and slowly turned it toward him. "Liz... if we're going to do this, we should be honest with each other." He could see her lips trembling, but she still did not exert herself verbally. "If you want to wait, I'll understand. Do you want to do this?"
"Yes. It's just..." She breathed out a trembling sigh. "It's just... I don't wanna go back to that house."
"Is it because he was there?" She nodded. "He's out of our lives. Forever."
I don't want to lose you!
Elizabeth shook her head and the tears flew out from under her eyelids."Please tell me?"
"He... threatened... me," she whispered.
Rage burned from deep within and his hand instinctively gripped her chin tighter. "What?! When?!"
"Tuesday..."
"Tuesday? How?"
"I went to see him..."
"Why?!" he roared and his arms flailed.
"He asked to see me." She looked down. "He wanted me to change my testimony..."
I'll kill him my damn self!!!
Darcy tried his best to calm himself and bit down his malevolent deliberations. "Or?""Or... he'd tell them... that I... that we..." Her throat constricted, but she pushed it out. "That we had sex!" she sobbed into the steering wheel.
"Oh Liz," he comforted. "Nothing happened."
"I wish to God that were true! But I don't remember..."
"You were examined. The doctor's examined you when you were brought in."
"What?" She looked up, incredulously.
"That's the truth. Charlotte told me." Darcy stroked her hair. "It was precautionary. Both you and Gina were examined."
Relief washed her ashen and she broke down and cried in his arms. Darcy soothed her wounded spirit until the tears dried up.
*****
They finally reached the townhouse. Although it was a mere 20 miles from whence they came, it was more than an hour from the moment they left the Symphony Hall.
Before she opened her door, Darcy reached for her hand, emotion carved in his features. He pulled her close, and whispered. "I love you."
"I, I... I love you too." Tears came forth again.
He smiled. "Then why more tears?"
"Don't hurt me Will," she sniffled.
Elizabeth was a hard nut to crack, but once one penetrated that outer shell, they would find a gooey mess.
Darcy cupped her chin with one hand and looked fixedly into her eyes, yet with the utmost sincerity in his eyes. "Trust me."
"I will."
Basically, that was all she needed or wanted him to say.
So, with a shy smile that turned saucy, Elizabeth returned playfully, "Are we going to stand out here all night?" And with that she turned away from him and opened the door.
*****
As Darcy closed the door behind him, without turning on a light, Elizabeth planted herself directly in front of him with barely a millimeter between them.
Darcy wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her even closer. They fell softly against the door. She wrapped her arms around his neck and stood on her tiptoes. Even in the dark, they could clearly see the love glow in each other's eyes.
He bent his head to hers and kissed her softly on the lips, 3 times. "I love you."
Elizabeth's insides jerked and lunged as she accepted his tender kisses. "I love you."
"I dreamt of being with you... like this," he breathed against her lips.
"Shut up and make my fantasies come true..."
Almost as soon as she uttered those words, his lips were on hers in full force; rough and hard. The heat and passion building between them as their tongues parried and thrust in an undistinguishable concerto. Hungry, unsatisfied moans accompanied the swish of cloaks and jackets discarded haphazardly as hands jockeyed for position.
She ran her hands through his curly locks as she nipped his chin, sucked his Adam's apple, and licked his earlobe in a head spinning pace. He threw his head back against the door to enjoy her assault as he traced the curve of her waist, trailed the small of her back and firmly gripped her buttocks in an unconscious frenzy.
With a firm grip, he pressed her to him and rocked her against his hardened penis. "Liz," he moaned. Darcy wanted her lips again before he lost all control. He maneuvered his face toward her chosen path of his left ear and intercepted them.
Elizabeth's entire being tingled as he plowed his tongue into her mouth; she hungrily explored his as well and pumped harder against him, nearly throwing herself into an all too early orgasm.
Suddenly, she pushed herself away from him to gather her breath and calm her wanton alter ego. "This way," she pointed to the stairs.
He pulled her forcibly back from her intended direction. "I don't think I can make it that far," he struggled to say.
With her back to his chest, Darcy kissed her neck and shoulders and massaged her breasts as she wriggled her behind against him. She put her hands on his as he continued to arouse her swollen nipples, turned her head, and sought out his mouth again.
Darcy feverishly kissed her mouth as his hands left her breasts. Slowly he lifted her gown as his tongue fought with hers. She moaned as his hands traced her inner thighs around the top of her stockings. She gasped as he stealthily unclipped them from her garter. She closed her eyes, spread her legs, and leaned back as his fingers traced her panty line.
"Oh...."
Darcy pulled at the outer rim of her underwear and slipped his fingers inside; she trembled as he massaged her wetness.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" she groaned and stopped his hands before he was able to dip them inside of her.
He stopped, stiffened, and removed his hands. Was he offended? Quickly she turned to face him fully, to reassure him. Elizabeth kissed him so fiercely that he fell back against the door. Darcy pulled her with him as they continued their fervent dance of the tongue.
In their passion, she managed to bite and take hold of his bottom lip for a second, then suddenly he shifted position and pinned her up against the wall, spreading her arms out in a vice grip, and grinding her midsection against it.
"Oh Liz..." he murmured on her lips. It was all over for Darcy now; he was too far-gone. Nevertheless, he needed to slow down or else it would really be all over.
He released her hands, pulled her slightly forward, and blindly tugged at the zipper on her gown. Once that task was completed, he pulled the spaghetti straps off her shoulders and as the dress descended, so did he. Darcy fell to his knees as he tugged the dress down to the floor; he kissed her belly button as he removed her shoes, licked her bikini line, and pulled down and off her garter.
His tongue darted and slurped along the lips of her vagina. Elizabeth could not take it anymore! "Oh God, Will!" She gripped his curls roughly and pulled him up by his hair. "I want you! Not your fingers, not your tongue... You!"
She worked intently to unbutton his shirt, while he shook off his shoes, unbuckled his belt, and unzipped his pants. They both hurriedly stripped down to one last garment. She reached back to unhook her bra, while he removed his briefs. For a few unadulterated blissful moments they just stood and stared at each other in the semi-darkness.
At length, he leaned forward and pressed his hot lips against hers. His hands sought out her breasts and he cupped them and stroked them, while her hands instinctively went for his penis and she cupped it and stroked it into full erection.
Suddenly he stopped kissing her. He laid his head on her shoulder to control his rapid breathing. An eternity seemed to pass. Then he carefully picked her up, she wrapped her arms around his neck again, her legs around his waist, and after 3 pushes, he entered her.
They both gasped at the final culmination. Actually Elizabeth was so tight after 5 years of celibacy that the extra effort was necessary, plus the fact that Darcy was rather robust in the length and girth of his penis. Elizabeth held on to him for dear life as he tore at her insides. She couldn't kiss him because it was too painful at present. She couldn't scream because it was too glorious to cast away. She could only accept and appreciate.
Eventually, her cavern began to conform, yet constrict and the sensation was indescribable to both.
In and out, in and out, round and round and round about. She squeezed her hips to him and the feeling almost made him cum early, but he held on.
He leaned down to kiss her as he pumped her against the door and she willingly accepted it.
There was nothing tender about their lovemaking; it was hungry and thirsty and lustful, but then Darcy hit that spot and, for Elizabeth, it turned into pure untainted mind-blowing sex.
Elizabeth trembled, called out his name, and grabbed his buttocks to help him hit it again. No one had ever hit her G-spot before and it made her say things she never would have before.
"Fuck me Will! Fuck me!"
Outwardly he didn't like her to curse, but inwardly it pleased him that she lost all inhibitions with him.
With her guidance, he pumped furiously and hit it again and again and again. "Oh yes! Ohhh yes! YES! Ohhhhhhhhhh yeeeeeeeees!"
She shuddered and shook and gasped for air under his power and pace. Sweat pouring off his body, he moaned in pleasure, but kept up the tempo and nearly pounded her through the front door.
Darcy felt he could go on forever with her unending orgasms undulating around his shaft, but then Elizabeth sank her teeth into his neck as though she were Vampira. That caught him by surprise and he abruptly stopped pumping and stood up straight; his eyes rolled to the back of his head, he trembled and shook. Then he exploded within her.
As he crushed her against the door, an indiscernible sound pushed from the depths of his soul and flew out of his mouth, "Unnnnnnnnghhhhhhhhhh!"
His legs gave way and they slid to the floor. Elizabeth still clung to him as he kneeled before her. Being experienced in the art, she squeezed her hips, making him cry out again.
"Oh shit, Liz! UNGH! Stop?! Ohhhh..."
His head collapsed on top of her shoulder, gasping. She held on tight to him, still experiencing her own quakes and quivers, which in turn, wrung out the last vestiges of passion in him. They came down slowly and his withered penis slipped from its security blanket.
She kissed his tired existence and they stayed that way for a long, long time, until their heart rates had rejoined the human race.
He lifted his head and kissed her perspiration-soaked lashes. She opened her eyes and smiled; he hardened again instantly. His love tool instinctively sought out that all-new place of comfort as a heat-seeking missile would its target.
"Round 2?" she whispered.
"Ding, ding, ding!" he chuckled.
"Do you think we can make it up to the bedroom this time?"
"Later..." he smiled slyly. "I have yet to take a tour of the living room, kitchen, or any other room on this floor."
"Where then?"
"How big is your couch?"
"Big enough!" she giggled.
Very slowly did Darcy pull away from her, revealing himself a full-monty. Even in the semi-darkness, she could see it. Good God! That was in me??? She blushed a deep crimson.
Elizabeth, with a sudden and unexplainable shyness about her own nakedness, stood up and moved away from him; she chose to pick up their clothes as a means to distract him from leering at her body.
However, this bashful act did not distract Darcy, but instead attracted him. He had smelled his scent on her as she moved away from him and the shadow of her frame leaning over to do housework in her birthday suit catapulted him from the floor.
Elizabeth refrained from turning on any lights, so the task was difficult, and she stumbled over shoes in the darkness. Of course, Darcy was there to save the day. He caught Elizabeth by her waist and pulled her to him. His still hardened penis making its presence known against her back.
She leaned into him as his fingers began to massage her breasts anew. The clothes she had collected were now unceremoniously deposited where they stood.
"You are soooooo beautiful!" he whispered in her ear as he bit her earlobe. "My hands... my body seems to have a mind of their own."
Elizabeth could only sigh as she turned her head and sought out his mouth.
He slowly guided her from the hallway into the living room. They were still passionately kissing, so there was no real direction or path. Their tour was halted abruptly when it became clear that the couch was not going to budge and they nearly tumbled over the back of it.
"Are you alright?" He asked, since she took the brunt of the blow.
"Yes!" she answered breathlessly.
"Good!" he exclaimed as his right hand, once again, sought out her sacred place.
She was still wet. "Ummmmm!" she breathed as one hand pinched her left nipple and the other plowed inside her walls.
She started scrunching down to make his fingers explore deeper. She was insatiable and he was very appreciative.
Darcy backed her up and leaned her over the back of the couch. She spread her legs as he guided his phallus between her thighs. There he toyed with her, his tip circling, dipping, caressing; it was just enough to get her all frenzied again.
"Don't play with me!" she demanded, shaking him from his reverie.
"I don't..." he entered her with force. "... intend to!"
"Oh!" She gasped. Each time he pulled out and pushed in. "Oh!"
Despite being praised a gentle lover, deep down Darcy desired a certain athleticism in his woman, a roughness: a body built for coarse action, rough lovin' and speed. Elizabeth did not disappoint.
"Faster!" she panted. "Faster!"
He complied. "Unh! Unh!"
She sucked her teeth. "Harder!"
He was determined. "Ohhhhh yeah!"
He had found her spot again and with accuracy he drove his point home.
Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the back of the couch while he pummeled her backside with renewed vitality.
SLAP! She startled when he smacked her behind and could only moan with utter joy. SLAP! Her legs trembled. SLAP!
"Oooooooooooooh!"
That was sound he wanted to hear! She may have mastered his heart, but he was damn sure going to control her body.
He forcefully grabbed her hips and lifted her off the floor. He did things to her that one could only dream about; stretched her beyond her wildest imaginings and pushed her beyond the brink of reality.
Uncontrollably, Elizabeth screamed and clawed and orgasmed with a mighty force, several times.
These renderings did not go unnoticed by Darcy, he had his share of groans, outbursts and lack of control.
Every time she 'oooohed' he 'ohhhhed'.
What once was a nicely coifed bun, had loosened considerably in the previous melee. And now, with Darcy grabbing her hair as though it was a horse's reins, it was completely undone. Darcy rode Elizabeth until she begged.
"Oh God!!!!! Oh Will!!!!!!!! Have mmmmmmmmmercy!!!!!!"
Nevertheless, wanting to make the ecstasy last a little while longer, he held on. "You wanted me... to fuck you... didn't you," he stated forcibly.
From somewhere unknown to her, Elizabeth got her second (or third) wind. She braced herself for his continued assault on her body and with the skill of a trained gymnast, wrapped her legs around his, ready to receive even greater punishment.
This drove Darcy wild! His excitement drew a deeper heat to his loins and he swirled and swiveled and pounded at a furious speed.
Elizabeth was in such a state that she could say or do nothing else; she just accepted what he gave without pause.
At length, he deposited all he held in him into her with a great tremor and even greater exclamation. "Oh Liz!!! Liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiz!!!!!" He collapsed on top of her.
He kissed her back, her neck, and her damp curls. His shriveled penis slipped out as she slipped slowly to the floor in a shaking worn-out heap.
After several minutes and with what little strength he had left, an exhausted Darcy picked a near-comatose Elizabeth up and carried her to the couch. He placed her on his lap and buried his face in her hair. "I love you," he whispered with fervor.
"And I love you."
"Never leave me again?"
"With my heart and soul, I promise," she rendered honestly.
They sat there on the couch for a long while, just holding each other, until Elizabeth's stomach growled loudly.
"Hungry, my sweet?" he breathed in her hair.
"Famished!" she whispered near his shoulder.
"I'll cook," said Darcy as he lifted her up from his lap.
Elizabeth watched him fumble towards the back of the house. "Naked?"
"But, of course! I have many talents you have yet to discover!" he laughed.
Elizabeth leapt off the couch to guide him, but did not turn on a light.
"Do you expect me to cook in the dark, Liz?"
"If you can cook in the nude, then..."
"For this occasion I do need my sight, but for others I could be blindfolded."
"Remind me of that later," she mumbled almost to herself.
Elizabeth reached for an apron, but could not decide which one of them should wear it. Darcy grabbed it from her hands and found the light switch as she disappeared down the hallway.
"Where are you going?" he asked as he opened the refrigerator door. No reply. "You have nothing in here!"
"Try the pantry! Near the door!"
"What are you doing?" Again, no reply. He walked towards the pantry, looked down the hallway, opened the shutters, and partook of some of the cupboard's contents.
Darcy scrounged around for the proper utensils as Elizabeth appeared in the doorway, covered in her previously discarded cloak. "Have you found something?"
"Corned beef hash," he sighed and set to the frying of it. Then Darcy turned towards her; slowly a smirk came across his face.
"What?!"
"You look like a... a..." He paused. "Flash me, baby?" he winked. A deep red blush spread across her cheeks and silently she gasped. "Flash me, please?"
Elizabeth looked down at her feet and pulled the cloak around herself tighter. "Is that done yet?"
Darcy turned his efforts towards the stove. I'm not done yet! "In about a minute."
Every once in a while, Elizabeth would sneak a peek at Darcy. My, my, my... That apron may have covered his front, but that little string did nothing for his backside! Well, except for enticing Elizabeth to stare and drool and long to touch him. A strong back, slim waist, hips to hold, thighs to... She sighed and looked away.
*****
All through the meal, Darcy stared fixedly at Elizabeth, making her feel even more timid and shy. She could not fathom how his lustful gaze made her all creamy inside. Yet, she had come to feel the heat emanating from his eyes throughout their months of acquaintance, but had not anticipated this.
"Will... Please don't look at me like that?"
"Like what?"
"Like you... like you want to devour me."
"If my eyes betray the truth then let my hunger be satisfied..."
Elizabeth shivered visibly. She stood up and walked to the counter to begin the cleanup.
Quietly, the water ran from the faucet into the sink as she tiptoed around the kitchen picking up dirty cutlery, plates, and the frying pan. Darcy watched from his seat and inwardly grinned. Elizabeth commenced to wash the dishes, although fully aware that his eyes were directed at her.
At length, and after tossing the apron aside, Darcy crept up behind her and slid his hands over her hips; she stopped. "Liz, what are you afraid of?"
"Me."
He kissed her temple and whispered, "Why?"
"I, I don't know what I'm supposed to do."
His hands roamed lower to lift up the cloak. "You don't have to do anything. Just lay back and let me love you."
She moaned as she felt the satin cloak slide up her thighs. "Ohhhhh... Will, I'm trying to be serious."
"Be serious then." Unconsciously, she spread her legs. "Be serious when you hold me..." He stroked her wetness. "... kiss me." He nipped her earlobe. "... in our lovemaking..." Darcy pushed 2 fingers deep inside her. "Be serious by all means!"
"Ohhh... deeear... Lord!" she whispered in a hypnotic state.
Darcy removed his fingers and wrenched Elizabeth around in his embrace and even thoughtfully turned off the water, before he picked her up in his arms. She was all submissive to his charms and wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. They kissed rapaciously as he carried her over to the kitchen table.
There, Darcy laid her down on it, unbuttoned the cloak, and silently prayed that the table was sturdy enough for his next actions, all the while remaining in a lip lock with her. Gently, as Darcy could, he released her from their passionate kiss, pushed aside the garment, and massaged her hardened nipples. Elizabeth sighed and moaned and squirmed in anticipation and within moments, he felt himself fully erect for this next assault.
Slowly he guided himself into her warm fleshy cavern; she arched her back and squeezed her legs tighter around his waist as he filled her sheath.
Darcy grabbed her hips while watching her eyes flutter, her mouth form an 'O', and soft sounds come forth; it was mesmerizing to see her face and it made him harden even more. Slowly, he pushed in and out, swirled and swiveled round and round as he scrutinized the glow on her face.
"Ohhhhh..." she murmured. "Yeeeeeeeeees...." she hissed. He seemed to be persistent in hitting that spot! Maybe it was his to find, maybe it was... "Ooooooooooooooooooooooooh!"
Quickening the pace, Darcy groaned as he pumped and pounded "Oh baby! Oh Liz! Girl!!! Damn!!"
The heat and slight friction between them caused each to express themselves in loud outbursts and exclamations. There was no need for coherent language, because there was no advantage to rational thought. Neither minded the lack of conversation, they took immense gratification in the act itself and thusly rendered their concentration in that.
Purely inquisitive, Elizabeth opened her eyes and watched her man take pleasure in her body. It was something that she had never done before, but the sight of it excited her inner flame. She grabbed at his hands that were placed flat on the table, held on, and vowed that from this moment on they would make love with plenty of light in the room. Whichever room that was!
Elizabeth orgasmed first and second and third and shivered as he slowed after each one. However, this man had stamina! He was building up for a furious release and this time he wanted them to do it together.
He told her so. "Liz..." he panted. "Next time... let me know... when."
Next time???
Elizabeth could only nod.Darcy pulled her forward to a position where her buttocks rested just off the edge of the table, but then he lifted her hips to his midriff's height and threw her legs upon his shoulders and began anew.
This new tighter sensation affected them both. Darcy frantically pumped and gasped and groaned, while Elizabeth moaned and absorbed and jiggled and grit her teeth, to accept this new fury.
At length, Elizabeth screamed, "Will! I can't... take it... anymore! I can't... hold on!"
Desperately she grasped for him and that sparse contact induced him into such spasms that he could hardly contain the jerking motion that came up from his toes.
"Liz!!! Oh Liz!!! I..."
They came together in a white light of blinding explosions and eruptions.
So explosive was it that Darcy was propelled backwards into the counter and both collapsed on the floor a few feet apart from each other.
A few minutes later, Darcy reached for Elizabeth's hand. "You're like a drug to me," he whispered. "I can't get enough of you... I want to get high all over again."
Elizabeth had gained a little control on her breathing. "Higher... and higher."
To say the least, they rested for a very long while.
*****
Darcy slid over to Elizabeth and began to delicately stroke her body.
Propped up on one elbow, he spoke softly. "You are absolutely beautiful, Liz." She blushed visibly, but said nothing. "And shy too! Unbelievable..."
"Why is that so hard to believe?"
"You've always shown yourself to be a hard-boiled, no nonsense kind of woman. I just assumed that was how you were all the way through." He chuckled. "It definitely puts all my fantasies to shame."
"And what... How so?"
"More or less, you were the aggressor."
She giggled shyly and bit her lip. "Mine too. I, I mean... with you, most often I was the one to take charge."
"Is that what you want?"
"Maybe..."
Darcy leaned down and kissed her gently. "Try," he whispered against her lips.
"I'll share my fantasies, if you share yours..."
They proceeded to tell each other briefly of some of their private dreams and, in the process, arousing each other all over again.
"Suffice it to say, other than a half-bath, I have no other rooms on this floor."
"Liz! Was that one of your dreams?"
"I was saving that one for reality," she giggled.
"Really?" He licked his lips, then hers. "Me too!"
"I... bet..." Elizabeth's stomach growled again. "Sorry!"
"Hungry again?" He nibbled her ear.
She laughed and squirmed. "I didn't have much of an appetite while I was gone... Nor did I have that much time."
"How about we get something delivered and you tell me about your latest adventure?"
"No." She sat up abruptly. "I don't want to think about that right now. Do you want pizza or Chinese?"
"Do you have any good late-night Chinese places?"
"One." Elizabeth stood up and walked over to the phone hanging on the kitchen wall. "What do you want?"
Darcy rolled over on his stomach, looked up, raised an eyebrow, and smirked. "You."
"You already had me," she smiled. "What do you want to eat?"
"You." She gasped. "God, you're even more beautiful when you blush!"
Before she had fully turned her back to him, Darcy made one swift movement from the floor to right behind her, or at least that's the way it seemed to Elizabeth. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her tight to him, pressing his semi-erect phallus against her back.
"I don't care what it is, just as long as it's fast and there's plenty of it!"
Unsteadily she dialed, placed the order, and hung up, all the while Darcy was licking her shoulders, her neck, and the hollow behind her ear.
"We've got 15 minutes..."
He pressed her against the wall and began swaying his midsection against her backside. "I'm not limiting myself to 15 minutes."
"Then hold your horses!"
"I don't know if I can. I want you right now!"
She wrenched in his embrace to face him. "Then maybe we can do a quickie..."
"Bad girl!"
He grabbed her hand and they dashed towards the stairs. After Darcy had reached the first plateau, Elizabeth came to a halt behind him.
"What's wrong?"
I should try...
She hesitated until he turned to face her. "Nothing."The suddenly she grabbed his penis with both hands and began to lick the tip.
Instinctively, he gasped and grabbed her head; her curls entwined around his fingers as he tried to force-feed it to her. Nevertheless, she pumped it, massaged it, licked it, slurped it, sucked it, and nearly swallowed it whole, until Darcy lost his footing and collapsed on the steps. Undeterred, Elizabeth had him at her mercy; she scooted down a few more steps, put her face in between his wide-open legs and began again.
One hand held onto the banister, the other plastered to the wall; yes Darcy was losing this battle.
"No Liz!!! Oh God Noooooooooo!" he panted. "Oh! Oh! Ungh!" he exhaled heavily.
Elizabeth could feel Darcy pulsating in her mouth and that urged her to continue sucking.
"Nnnnnnnnnno! Noooooooooo-ooooooooh!" Tremors upon tremors displayed.
Suddenly she tasted a hot spurt of salty cum shoot up from his organ; it almost made her gag, but the trooper that she was, she held on and swallowed.
DING! DONG! The doorbell rang. DING! DONG! It rang again.
"Shit!" he spat as Elizabeth left her position. "Shit!"
Elizabeth wiped her mouth. "Coming!"
As she reached the landing in front of the door, Elizabeth grabbed his jacket, threw it on, and kicked the rest of their clothes to the side so they would not be seen. Darcy was not seen, because he could not move, at present.
Elizabeth held the jacket around her with one hand and opened the door with the other. "Hi Jimmy."
He looked at her in surprise. "Hi... Lizzy."
If she had taken the time to look in the hall mirror, she would never have opened the door because she would have fainted from fright: wild hair, smeared lipstick, and dewy faced was she.
Quickly she grabbed the bags from him. "They put this on my tab, didn't they?" The delivery guy nodded. "Give yourself a really nice tip. Thank you."
Elizabeth kicked the door shut before the young man could offer up a response. She was headed for the kitchen, but a strong arm reached out and grabbed her roughly.
"Upstairs!" he commanded and pulled her thus without a care.
At the second landing, Darcy pulled one way and Elizabeth the other.
She winced at his rough handling. "My bedroom's this way."
Darcy strode passed her, yet still gripping her arm. He nearly kicked open the door, threw her in the room, and pushed her up against the wall.
"Don't you ever do that to me again!" He grabbed her head, kissed her roughly, and pressed her and the bags into submission. He seemed like a wild man on a quest to quench his carnal thirsts!
"Will..." she tried to say. "Will... you're... hurting me!"
Darcy began kissing her face all over, softly, tenderly. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I lost myself... I'm sorry."
"I understand..."
Breathless, he rested his head on her left shoulder to gain some control over his behavior. "I'm not like that, I swear I'm not!"
"Okay," she placated. "Okay... Can I eat now?"
Completely embarrassed, he backed off, gently took the bags from her arms, and carried them to where she pointed, to a table against a wall.
Elizabeth followed him. "What do you want to start off with?"
He shrugged and cowardly stepped away to look out the window.
Elizabeth nearly laughed as she opened the soiled bags, but unpacked the squashed up mess without a peep. She set out paper plates for them both and dished out healthy portions from each carton.
"Here."
Darcy quietly sat down and ate (or tried to) at the table, while Elizabeth sat cross-legged on her bed and ate. The former-facing a wall and the latter-facing forward.
Every once in a while, she would look over at him. His slumped shoulders bent in obvious remorse as he picked at his food in evident humiliation was almost too much for her to endure. She would set it straight after she was properly nourished.
At length, she brought her empty plate over to the table and stood there; he did not look up. Gently, she stroked his cheek with the back of her hand, still he did not move.
"I'm sorry," he sighed. "It's been 2 years... No, I have no excuse. I was only thinking of myself... but I'll never force myself on you like that again."
"Shhh... You're forgiven," she soothed. "Plus... I kinda liked it." She smiled as he looked up, incredulous. "I was just more hungry for food at that time."
He swallowed hard. This was more than he had ever dreamed! "I love you," he croaked.
"I love you," she whispered.
She bent down to place a tender kiss upon his lips. As the kiss increased in fervor, Darcy's hands drifted up her thighs, under his suit jacket that she was still wearing to caress her buttocks.
"Fuck me again, wild man!" she hissed against his lips.
Straight away, he hardened. "Damn Liz! You excite me to no end!" He slapped her behind.
"Oh!"
"There's nothing I'd like to do more than to fuck you..." He bit and held onto her bottom lip while he slid his right hand between her thighs. "But you're not wet yet... Hmmm. I'll have to do something about that!"
He pulled her close to him, stood up and carried her to the bed and laid her down upon it, with her head on pillows near the headboard. Instinctively, she opened her legs to him. Of course, he crawled in between them in a kneeling position and opened the jacket.
Darcy bent over and kissed her again. At first tenderly, then hungrily, and then ravenously. All the while, deepening the spread of her legs with his body as his erection toyed gently with her clitoris. She returned each increase of said kiss with a fervor all her own.
His lips left hers and traveled down her chin, to her throat, to the cleft between her large breasts, and there he lingered-sucking on each hardened nipple, licking the surrounding tissue, pushing them together, and biting where it hurt (which was all over).
It was something about their musky scents intermingling that drove Darcy to distraction, but he was a man of conviction and dedication and would not be deterred.
She moaned in pleasure as he left a hot stinging trail of moisture over her upper torso. At length, he continued downward to her abdomen, paused for a bit at her belly button, and languished around her bikini line; she squirmed in anticipation.
Drifting off into never-never land, suddenly Elizabeth's body arched towards him on its own volition, her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and her mind screamed in heated excitement. Her mouth soon followed those screams, as Darcy's tongue plowed into her juicy sheath, while his fingers skillfully tantalized her clit.
"Oh! Oooooooooooooh! Oh God! Oh! Oh! Oh shit! Oh Wiiiiiiiill! Oh shiiiiiiit!" She squeezed her thighs around his head to stop him before she succumbed again to orgasm.
Darcy seized the opportunity, he swiftly raised up and entered her. Lifting her hips to him: thrusting, pulling, pushing, swirling, and swiveling with reckless abandon.
She exclaimed at the top of her lungs as he pounded out his speedy pace. "Ayeeeeeeeeeeee!" She purred as he slowed down. "Oh Wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiill!" She cursed as he sped up again. Her arms flailed and pounded the bed as he pulled out his length to near-tip and then slammed it back in again, repeatedly.
He was forceful, powerful, overwhelming, and unmerciful. Hurting her and pleasing her at the same time. Her G-spot (and body) were definitely his for the taking!
Darcy held on for dear life as Elizabeth had orgasmed several times under his mastery. He leaned down upon her body, kissed her, and continued in this vein of torture. She was building up again and he would be as close as possible to her heart as she crescendoed.
Fast and furious, furious and fast; Darcy continued onwards. Elizabeth was beyond speech now; she could only mumble incoherently.
Slowly but surely, Darcy's control was slipping as Elizabeth dug her nails into his back and shoulders.
At that moment of ultimate satisfaction, Darcy wailed as he thrust one last time. "Oh Lizzyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!"
His body stopped, jerked uncontrollably for a few seconds, stopped, jerked some more and then he collapsed on top of her in a sweaty heap.
Elizabeth's breathing was shallow and Darcy realized that she was under the strain of his weight. He then flopped over on his back to relieve her suffering. They came down slowly.
Do I need to infer, yet again, that Elizabeth and Darcy rested for a long while?
*****
After a few hours, Darcy managed to get out of bed, massage his aching loins, and stumble to the table to partake of some of that Chinese food. Elizabeth was content to sleep. He watched her as he ate.
The dawn of a new day had arisen and was making its presence known through Elizabeth's windows on either side of the bed.
"What are you looking at?" she yawned.
"You. You're just as beautiful waking up, all rumpled, sweaty and worn, as you are when you're dressed to the nine's."
"Was that a compliment?"
He raised an eyebrow. "Yes."
She threw a pillow at him with near accuracy. "Didn't sound like one!"
"Madam, that was an act of challenge!" He strode towards the bed. "Are you up to the task?"
"Oh no! Will, I'm too tired!"
He crawled on top of her and pinned her arms to the bed. "You should've thought of that before you threw that projectile at me!"
She giggled as he nibbled her neck. "Will, you're insatiable!"
"Can't... help... it!"
"You cannot arouse what prefers to lay dormant!"
He laughed heartily. "Wanna bet?" Then he flopped over on his back and turned to look at her. "You get your rest, you'll need it."
"Mr. Darcy! Don't tell me you have more things in your bag of tricks?"
"Ever read the Kama Sutra?"
She gasped loudly and sat up. "You, you..."
"I see you've read it," he smiled and winked.
She pounced over him and straddled him. "You devil! You're not going to have me hanging from chandeliers and playing helicopter and..."
"I'm not going to have you do anything you don't want to do..." he smirked.
"That's right, buddy!" She dug her pointer finger into his hairy chest. "I'm not doing..."
Darcy grabbed her arm and pointed to her flesh wound. "What's this?"
"Nothing."
"Did you fall?"
"No."
"Did you bump into something?"
She leaned down to kiss his lips and to distract him. "No."
It worked! And just as suddenly she was no longer tired. Darcy did not utter another word while Elizabeth tended her soft ministrations. His hands stroked her back and buttocks in a circular motion, while she traversed down his body with her lips. His breathing became short and rapid as she neared his shaft.
"Shall I continue?" she quipped.
"Yyyessss," he hissed.
Elizabeth continued where she left off on the stairwell. Darcy moaned and twisted and jerked and stammered with each kiss, nip, lick, and suck. However, when his pleasure instrument got to the point where it was upright and rigid, Elizabeth straddled him again, grabbed it with one hand, and gyrated on the tip. Darcy was near the edge of emotional constraint already and pleaded with her to take a seat. And so she did.
She swiveled and swirled her hips and pinned his arms down on the bed. He didn't have much strength to fight anyway, so he remained a trembling, mumbling mess as she beat a frenetic pace on his midsection.
In some semi-conscious spurts, he marveled. Elizabeth was, is good! She was his equal in every way: strength of mind, character, body, stamina, and sexual drive. Probably even more so because he craved her, everything about her drove him to desperation. There was no way he could let her go. I want her to be the mother of my children! He reached for her and exploded as she bent her shivering body to him.
Elizabeth lay still on top of Darcy; both exhausted to the hilt after this latest lovemaking session.
"Liz?"
"Hmm?"
"What happened to your cast... splint?"
"It's over in the corner... there," she pointed.
"Why did you take it off?"
"I'm all better."
"Are you sure?"
"I was able to hold up on the couch, wasn't I?" she asked cheekily.
Darcy smiled in remembrance. "Are you going to tell me how you got that mark near your shoulder?"
"Not right now... Let me sleep."
"Okay." Darcy wrapped his arms around Elizabeth and they both slept, soundly.
*****
Darcy woke up suddenly and looked around to gather his wits. Reality slapped him upside his head and he liked what he saw. He smiled. But where's Liz? He heard water running... Aha, the shower!
Curious individual that he is, Darcy decided to snoop around her bedroom. He didn't know exactly what he was looking for, but when he found a set of handcuffs on her dresser, he chuckled.
Stealthily, Darcy snuck into the adjacent bathroom intent on joining Elizabeth. Through the semi-clear shower door, he could see her lithe, yet buxom body bent over as she let the water rain down on her head to wash the shampoo away.
He felt himself grow hard just watching her. There was something about her that started deep down inside him and escalated to explosive heights: maybe it was the way her eyes sparkled, maybe it was her smile, maybe it was the way she moved, maybe...
Slowly, Darcy slid the door open and stepped in behind her; Elizabeth had yet to notice him. He grabbed her around the waist and she startled.
"Oh!"
"Did I frighten you?" he whispered near her ear.
"I expected you to still be asleep."
He nibbled her neck and shoulders. "I missed your warmth." She giggled and squirmed as his lips fluttered on her skin. "Can I wash your back?"
"I'm already finished, but I can help you..."
"Ummmm, I'd like that."
Elizabeth reached for the shower gel, plunged the sponge under the water, and worked up a good lather. She turned to Darcy and stepped to the side, so that he could move forward under the spray.
She soaped him from head to toe, working from back to front; kissing soapy spots as she went along. He couldn't help but be aroused, especially when she lathered his rather large erect penis. She lingered there longer than necessary until he grabbed her hands.
"You'd better stop that right now, unless..."
Elizabeth threw her best saucy look at him. "Unless what?"
For a few seconds, Darcy let the water wash the soap off his front, then he leaned down and kissed her which forced her backwards against the wall. His palms placed placidly against the wall behind her did not betray the intensity of the kiss. He liked being with her-yes; he loved her-yes, but he wanted her badly and needed to be inside her. His phallus told her so as it made its presence known by poking her in the stomach.
Elizabeth wrapped her arms around his waist and purred against his chest. Darcy, instead of reciprocating, pulled the shower door open grabbed the handcuffs from the railing and in one quick movement, cuffed her right wrist.
Elizabeth tried to pull away. "What are you doing?!"
"Keeping you with me at all times." Then he cuffed his own left wrist.
"This is very awkward."
"How so?"
"I might not have the key..."
"Not a problem." Darcy put both his hands under her buttocks. "I've thought about this very carefully." He lifted her; she wrapped her legs around his waist, then he whispered in her ear. "You might be embarrassed if we have to call someone to come and unlock us..." He put his tongue in her ear and toyed with her clit from behind; instantly she became all creamy. "... but I won't."
"Damn fool!" she hissed.
"Damn right!"
He entered her swiftly and thus the assault on her body began again. Elizabeth was at a disadvantage; naturally right-handed, she instinctively tried to put her arms around his neck to hold, however, her right hand was cuffed to his left and thereby went wherever he chose it to go. At present it was dangling near her buttocks.
Darcy panted and groaned as Elizabeth hissed and moaned and the water had since gone tepid. Neither cared, it was hot enough between the two of them. Such a build up was never to be seen or heard, but Darcy decided it too much torture for Elizabeth to be pounded in such a way, unmercifully. He stopped cold and Elizabeth slowly became aware of what had happened.
Darcy leaned his head back under the water and shook his head wildly. He then turned off the water, opened the shower door, and carried her out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. Elizabeth just clung to him without a word. She was glad about the change of scenery, of course, her back had taken a beating from the front door and the shower wall.
He laid her gently on the bed and kissed her tenderly. She sighed against his mouth as she felt him growing firmer inside of her.
Although she never complained, Darcy felt that Elizabeth had taken enough of a pounding against hard surfaces. Moreover, the urgency was gone; the hunger had been satiated. He was now past 'just' sex; he wanted to make love to her, slow and easy.
Thus ensued a tender lovemaking session. Instead of making her cuffed hand go wherever his went, he entwined their fingers. Instead of looking into some far off plane, he looked straight into her eyes as he worked his magic on her. Instead of thinking only of himself, he asked what she wanted. Instead of fulfilling his own desires, he pleasured her.
Intermittently, in this tender scenario, they paused-to enjoy the new found intimacy between them; to languish in the comfort zone when one has found the other a perfect fit; or to listen to the symphonic rhythms of their collective heartbeats.
These things may seem insignificant to an outside observer, but for Elizabeth it made a world of difference. Not that she minded the rough and tumble, the jarring and jerking, the fluff and fold, but somewhere deep inside her soul she wanted to be loved more than desired. Darcy showed that to her and she wept. Quiet tears ran down her face as she orgasmed repeatedly.
If you think Darcy was not affected, then you would be wrong. Never had he wanted any woman as much as he wanted Elizabeth and she was willing to give her all. Never had he needed anybody as much as he needed her and she had promised to always be there for him. Never had he loved anyone as much as he loved her and she loved him back without first thoughts or fantasies of his name, his situation, or his money. When he looked into her eyes, he saw everything he needed to see there and he wept. Silent tears rolled down his cheeks as exploded in her.
Darcy raised up on all fours and rolled himself off of Elizabeth, then he pulled her close to him. They snuggled quietly; her head tucked under his chin, his right arm wrapped around her shoulders, her left leg possessively laid across his midriff, their cuffed hands still entwined.
"I love you," she whispered.
"I love you," he repeated.
They fell into a dreamless sleep for the rest of the morning.
*****
Some how, some way, Elizabeth had found herself on the other side of Darcy; his right arm under her chin, their cuffed hands laying across his chest.
Believing she was sound asleep, Darcy whispered in her hair. "Liz, I missed you so much when you went away. That last time..." He swallowed hard. "If it weren't for Jane and Charles, I don't know what I would've done without you."
"I'm sorry," she whispered. Then Elizabeth turned her face and body to him. "I'm sorry."
"Shhh..." he breathed against her forehead. "I thought you were asleep."
"Not for quite some time now."
"Go back to sleep. We'll talk about it later."
"No. I think it best that we continue now." Darcy nodded. It took Elizabeth a long time before she began again. "I was rash in my judgement... again."
"You were hurt."
"Yes. But I should've stayed... I should've... stayed."
"You didn't trust me."
"I couldn't trust you, Will. I've been..." Her lips began to tremble. "I judged you based on everyone else. I'm sorry." Darcy tried to interrupt. "No, let me finish. I've done a lot of soul-searching these past few weeks... when I had time. I've come to the conclusion that I run away far more often than I confront. Everyone thinks that I'm off doing some job and I let them think that, but, honestly and truly, I leave. I just... leave. Will you help me?" Tears ran down her face; Darcy wiped them away. "Help me before I turn you against me?"
"I love you, Liz. There's nothing that we can't fix... together."
"I don't deserve you," she sniffled.
"We deserve each other," he chuckled and kissed her forehead. "I'll help you and you'll help me."
Elizabeth looked at him curiously.
"I'm a pretty distant fellow. Brought on by years of pride and segregation-all my own doing, of course. I've been that way for almost all of my adult life, but around you..." He sighed. "I've told you things that I've told no one else. I've done things with you that I've done with no one else. Hand dancing-for one, mud wrestling for another, and loving you." Darcy kissed her nose. "I'm right stiff and awkward in the midst of people I don't know. I don't have many friends, mainly business associates and acquaintances. I don't trust either, but mostly, I don't give anyone the chance."
"It's funny, but after about a week of us being confined together, I felt a... a kindred spirit in you."
"I felt it too. It bothered me, but I was too busy having fun to notice. I know that sounds awful, when I should've been thinking about my sister, but I felt... I don't know-comfortable in and around your aura."
Elizabeth snuggled closer to Darcy. "It was a strange time for both of us."
"Everything was going so good for us though. Where did you run off to?"
"Lubbock... Oh Will," she sobbed. "I thought I had lost you forever. I didn't know what I was gonna do or where to go... I realized that I loved you but I thought it was too late."
Darcy embraced her fiercely. "I'm glad you came back to me, Liz. So very glad."
"I'm glad you didn't give up on me," she whispered into his shoulder.
"I was tempted." He let out a throaty groan. "Sorely tempted. But really, I would've just been spinning my wheels trying to forget you."
"What about Tahoe?"
"Bring up all my failings, why don't you!" he laughed.
"That was my aunt and uncle's doing, you know?"
"I know. I had been drinking heavily that night and when I saw you... my twisted mind thought you unreal. I wanted to leave you alone, but I wanted you to hurt... like I was."
"We've done some serious damage to each other, haven't we?"
"I led you into mistrusting me."
"I was willing myself not to trust you."
"But through all that, we finally got together."
"Yeah, through all that." Elizabeth kissed his chin. "I'm still gonna give Caroline a good ass whoopin', though!" she giggled.
"I think us being together is enough punishment for her. She deserves neither our attention or our efforts for retribution."
"I guess."
"Liz..." he admonished. "Let it go."
She sighed. "I'll try."
"Will you tell me about your escapades whilst I anguished over your long absence?"
"Okay."
Elizabeth sat up and related her tales of Candace and the Dashwood's, although she did skirt around the danger she had faced.
"You don't think they're related to Drs. Dashwood and Ferrars, do you?!" exclaimed Darcy.
"I didn't even think... God, I hope not!"
They both shuddered and held each other tight.
"I can't believe you're hard again!"
Darcy blushed. "Well, all this talk about you fighting the evil foe just aroused me. I can't help it!"
"Do you want me to relieve your suffering?"
"Ardently!"
Elizabeth stroked Darcy's phallus until it was altogether firm and attentive. "That's a good boy!" she purred.
"Oh, this reminds me of one of my fantasies!" he exclaimed.
"Which one?"
"Instead of telling you, I'll show you."
Darcy proceeded to turn Elizabeth over on all fours, but...
"This will not work, Will!"
Darcy sat quietly for a few minutes. "Okay. Put your right hand here..."
Darcy placed both of Elizabeth's hands on the footboard, her right leg on the bed, while the other leg was on the floor. He positioned himself in the same way behind her. From underneath, Darcy took her left hand, drew it between her legs, and placed it around his shaft. Elizabeth pushed and pulled his penis back and forth, massaging herself into a warm creaminess, while he fondled and pinched the tip of her right breast.
"Ummmm," she exhaled.
Darcy could feel the warm liquid trickle out of her and trembled with burning desire. He fervently wanted to be inside of her; to feel her swell and constrict around him. He desperately wanted to turn that sweet, creamy trickle into a raging flood.
"Liiiiiiz," he hissed. "The way you make me... feel!"
Elizabeth bent over further and guided the head to the opening of her cavern. Darcy entered her and all was right with the world. For a few moments, he paused in reflection. If he stood still, he truly could feel her walls crush his shaft in its grasp and then let it go; he really could feel her lubricant gush from within.
Soon enough, passion forbade quiet contemplation and made him pump her in a slow rhythmic pace.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" he murmured, each time he withdrew.
"Ummmmmmmm!" she panted each time he entered.
The soft sucking noises that emanated between their bodies added little to the almost quiet. Darcy's hand slipped slowly from her breasts down to her clit and labia, and there he inflamed her with his torturous fingering.
The pace quickened. Elizabeth sucked on her teeth and hissed and squirmed and wiggled as Darcy pumped and toyed. He could feel little spurts of his cum spew forth as he lost some of his control; to counteract this, he spread her legs even further apart by lifting her right leg in the air and pounded himself into her backside. Elizabeth's body spasmed uncontrollably underneath him and she gasped in short quick breaths. Darcy felt her sheath tighten around his shaft like a boa constrictor suffocates its prey and instantaneously expelled his own juices.
Reflexively he reached for her waist and pulled her to stand up with him. As he splayed the last of his love in a series of jerks and tremblings, she just leaned back against his chest to come down on her own.
After a bit, Darcy had pulled her down on the bed.
"What did you do with that Chinese food?"
"I put it in the fridge. You hungry?"
"Yeah." He sat up. "I'll get it. Are you hungry?"
"I could use some nourishment. Thank you."
"Anything in particular?"
"Moo goo gai pan, please?"
"No problem."
"Problem indeed!" Elizabeth raised their shackled hands.
"Oops!" Darcy chuckled.
Elizabeth reached over and opened the top drawer of her nightstand. "I have a skeleton key."
"Why doesn't that surprise me?" he raised an eyebrow as she unloosened the cuffs. "Thanks. Keep those handy, I'll want to use 'em again," he smirked.
Darcy did not bother to put something on to cover himself. Strange... he was uncannily comfortable just walking around her house totally naked. Not that Elizabeth minded-his body was to be admired... but Jane and Charlotte had keys! Jane knows... probably and Charlotte... well, she'll just have to be embarrassed! Elizabeth huffed, threw the covers around her, and then reached for the remote control.
*****
"Ah, I see you found the tray!"
Darcy handed her the breakfast tray. "I would've had to make 2 trips and I didn't think I was up to it," he smiled. Darcy strode around to the other side of the bed and slid underneath the covers. "What's on?"
"No clue."
They ate, watched a little television.
You deserve a break today!
Voiceover: Are you over 30?
So get up and get away.
Voiceover: Unmarried? Bitter?
From McDonald's! We do it all for you!
Voiceover: And still doing this?
A not too cheerful cashier chimed in. "Hi! Welcome to McDonald's! May I take your order?"
Darcy groaned and reached for the remote. "Remind me to pull that damn commercial!"
Elizabeth giggled.
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