“All right,” she sighed. She likely would have said yes to anything and everything he said right then. Her entire pelvis was tingling. It felt divine.
“You’ll need to lie down on your back on the bed,” he said.
That would mean he wasn’t touching her between her thighs anymore, would it not? She kissed his lips. “I’m quite pleased here,” she managed.
He laughed, kissing her hard. “You’ll like it, Lizzy,” he said in a voice like midnight. “Oblige me.”
She sighed, but she did it, moving back to lie down on the bed.
He climbed in with her and he began lifting her nightdress’s skirt. He bared her knees, her thighs.
Her breath picked up speed. Was he just going to do it, then, put that stiff part of him in her? Was shesupposedto like that? Maybe it would be different if it was his? That entire part of her body was all tingly now, after all.
He bared her there, urging her thighs wider and smiled down at her. “There we are, there she is, quite prim and pretty, isn’t she?” He brushed his thumb over the lips of her.
Elizabeth did not think that part of her was either of those things, but she liked the way he was looking at it and decided not to argue with him.
She was entirely stunned when he ducked his head down and put his mouth to her there.
“Mr. Darcy!” she cried out, horrified.
He licked her deliciously. “Please call me Fitz when I have my mouth on your cunny, Lizzy.”
Oh, he was going to use that word, was he? Was she the sort of woman who men said vulgar words around now? She supposed she must be. She felt a bit dejected at that, but then, she became quite distracted.
“Now,” he breathed into her sex, “the woman who taught me to do this rather liked this, but you may not, and you must say so if you do not, all right? It can be different, too, less pressure, more, harder, softer, whatever you would like me to try.” And hesuddenly latched onto the most sensitive part of her and pulled it right into his mouth and began to suck on it.
She let out a noise like a sob. What asensation. She had never evenimaginedanything like that, let alone felt it.
He let off. “Is it bad?”
“N-no,” she managed.
He chuckled, quite satisfied with himself. “Shall I continue, then?”
“If you… if you do not mind it,” she whispered.
“Oh, I do not mind atall,” he said and there was something in his voice that made her believe him and then he was sucking her again, and it was as if she was lifting off the bed, a thing with feathers, rising into the morning sky as dawn splintered the darkness, heat and light overtaking her.
She had pleasured herself before, of course, not often, for she was not proud of it, but she had done it, and it usually took her a bit of time, but this was so very, very intense, and it was so pointed, so much sensation all around the most sensitive part of her body, and she found herself climbing higher and higher and feeling spikes of brightness darting through her, pressing her towards the highest heights until she crested against his mouth with a broken sob.
He kept going, unaware, and she had to push him off, gasping out, “Too much, too much,” because she was far too sensitive now for anything like that.
He stopped, delighted. “That quickly, Lizzy? Truly?”
She lay on the bed, her legs like jelly, her body all shot full of good feelings. She was breathing too hard.
He hovered over her face, propped up on his arms, smiling down at her. “Tell me truly, do you always do that so very, very quickly?”
She shook her head.
“Did he make you do it so quickly?”
“No, no, obviously he didn’t do that to me at all.”
He was quite pleased with that and kissed her. “Do you mean he just didn’t put his mouth to you, or do mean he didn’t even bother to make you come?”
She panted. “He didn’t do anything other than… than stick it in me.” Oh, could she not have found some other way to say that?
