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“Ah! I remember! It was just the one bent hook. I forgot to fix it before the ball.” Lizzy laid her head back against his chest and sighed. “Are you sure this is related to mathematics?” she asked.
“Only very tenuously,” Darcy confessed. “What colour are your nipples and aureoles? Cerise?”
“Fitzwilliam! I am embarrassed!”
“No. You cannot be embarrassed because it’s not fair. I cannot see for myself and so you will have to help me. Look in the mirror. Are they cerise?”
“No, they have changed. Fairbanks says it is because of the baby. They are a darker colour—brownish. And the aureoles are bigger.”
“I thought so. They felt bigger to me when I touched them last night and the nipples too. Brown, you say. You must look very exotic.”
“I suppose so,” said Lizzy, watching his tanned hands against her white skin in the mirror as he continued to fondle her. She was having trouble keeping her eyes focused.
“Excellent!” said Darcy as he kissed her neck slowly. “Now I need you to help me shift this mirror. I intend to put it on the floor and perhaps I had better face the glass towards the wall.”
Lizzy knew better than to argue with Darcy when he was in one of his instructive moods. She coached him in the placement of his hands at the centre of mass of the mirror uprights and guided his movements so that the mirror was successfully transferred to the floor.
“What now?” she asked.
“Now, I want you to sit on the dresser. Here let me help you up,” he said, clasping her waist and depositing her gently on the top as she guided him. “Ah! You are still wearing your stockings! Hmm... Would I prefer them on or off? I think I like the idea of them on.”
Lizzy was fairly sure she knew what he was up to now, so it came as no surprise to her when he dropped his breeches to reveal a massive erection.
“I thought you would be tired after our journey?” she teased.
“No, no. But I admit that the combination of travelling and knowing we are here on our honeymoon has overwhelmed me.”
Sliding his hands from her garters along her thighs to her bottom, Darcy drew Lizzy to the edge of dresser to nestle between her thighs and enter her.
“I told you,” he breathed as he began to ply her gently.
“Told me what?” Lizzy gasped as she fondled the hair at the nape of his neck and kissed his jaw.
“This dresser is just the right height.”
In ordinary circumstances, Lizzy might have rolled her eyes, but he had reduced her to a state of gibbering compliance. She pawed weakly at the buttons of his waistcoat and successfully loosing one, slid her left hand inside. Not sufficiently satisfied with her progress but having already reached a state of overwhelming need, Lizzy twined her arms over Darcy’s hips to possessively grab his butt cheeks to bring him deeper.
“Nah, ah, ah!” he admonished, stepping backwards.
“What now?” she asked in frustration.
“I wish to explore the orthogonal dimension of this piece of furniture.”
“Meaning?”
“Jump down,” he said, offering his hand.
Lizzy took it and landed gracefully on the floor.
“Come to the end, here, and lean forward along the length of the dresser.”
Lizzy obeyed.
“Now,” Darcy said, finding her garters and running his hands up her thighs and over her bottom before tracing them along her torso and onto her shoulders. “Arms above your head, along the dresser. Beautiful. I can just imagine it. Ready?”
“Yes.”
He entered her gently. “Nice?” he asked as he insinuated himself slowly into her slickness.
