He took off his shirt and pushed her dress up to her hips, revealing the red cotton panties she was wearing. Smiling with approval, he placed his lips over her mound and kissed her once, lightly. His hand slowly trailed up and down her outer thigh, over her rounded hip. Elizabeth’s head tipped back as she relaxed in his touch, and Darcy felt again the trust she placed in him.
“Roll over, Elizabeth,” he growled.
With a sexy smile she followed his direction, turning her ass to him. She moaned slightly as his hands caressed and squeezed her through the thin cotton.
Elizabeth felt herself growing hot under his ministrations. She let herself go and enjoyed the feelings he was giving her, forgetting to worry about how she might look.
Darcy enjoyed the sight of her unashamedly taking her pleasure and he stopped to remove his pants, all the while telling her how he had stared at her ass for so long, wanting to touch it.
“Can I see it now, Lizzy, please?” he asked as he crawled back on the bed. Elizabeth lifted her hips and let him draw down her panties, gasping slightly at what he saw. “You’re so beautiful, Elizabeth. I need to taste you.”
Slowly Darcy dragged his tongue over the twin curves he found there, stopping only to nibble lightly with his teeth. Elizabeth yelped and wiggled and he slipped his fingers between her legs to find her center wet and open. Carefully he inserted a finger with a second nip, startling her with the sensation. He continued to stimulate her, licking, nipping, and inserting a second finger, until she was crying out in earnest.
Then he stretched himself on top of her, resting on his elbows and cupping her breasts with his hands. “Did you want something more, my love?” he asked as he slid into her.
“Oooooohhhhhh,” Elizabeth sighed as her eyes closed in pure bliss. “Yes, please.”
Darcy found the depth he could achieve in this position was a pleasant surprise. Elizabeth was purring sensuously as he thrust himself in and out of her. “Do you feel this, love?” he asked as he forced himself completely inside of her. “That’s what your sexy ass does to me. You never even touched me.”
Elizabeth moaned, lost to the feeling of him. She had never been pleasured so deeply, and with the way he was kissing and sucking on her neck, she thought she would explode, but she couldn’t move due to his weight pinning her down. She had to endure every touch, her tension and excitement building. Darcy let go of her breasts to place his hands on the bed and changed the angle of his attack. Elizabeth cried out as his thrusts were then deeper and harder against her.
“Oh God, Lizzy,” his voice was shaking with effort as he neared his climax. Elizabeth lost herself in the sensations, crying out her release, and he came with her, her body grasping him tightly and forcing every drop from him.
They sank into the bed, glad no one else was at home to hear them. Then Elizabeth rolled into his arms and smiled brilliantly. Darcy smiled back and kissed her tenderly. “What are you thinking?” she asked, breaking the quiet of the room.
“I’m just amazed at how sure I feel about you. There is no doubt at all, even when I hear you talking about your old lovers, and you are leaving in two days with two men I would cheerfully strangle. There is no question, no uncertainty in my heart or my mind at all.” He laced his fingers with hers, their palms pressed together. “I’m yours and you are mine. We are one.”
Elizabeth nodded, smiling bemusedly at how accurately he had described her own feelings. “I know. I couldn’t explain it to Alex or my dad, but it’s absolutely true. It makes no sense at all, but I don’t really care.” She smiled brightly then. “What is this about happily strangling Alex?”
Darcy looked at her sadly. “He hurt you, Elizabeth. I don’t know if I can ever forgive that.”
Elizabeth drew his hand to her lips and kissed his knuckles. “Can you forgive me for hurting you?”
“I already have.”
She leveled her large, expressive eyes at him. “Can you forgive yourself for hurting me?” She knew this was the crucial question.
“No,” he whispered with a shake of his head.
Elizabeth had been afraid of that. She kissed his temple, holding her mouth against him. “You are going to have to forget it then, my love, because I have forgiven you.”
He pulled her close. “I hate the part of me that hurt you.”
“And I hate the part of me that hurt you, but it’s going to happen. No matter how much we love each other, we are going to have misunderstandings and missteps. That’s what happens when you let someone in that close.” She turned his face to hers. “That’s why we have to be able to forgive.”
“I do forgive you, Lizzy,” he said, an impertinent smile coming to his face.
Elizabeth sighed noisily. “That’s it! I give up!” They laughed together, their closeness easing the tension in the room. “Hmm, you know what? I’m hungry.”
Darcy rolled off the bed and offered her his hand. “Then let’s get you some dinner.” He quickly pulled on a pair of faded jeans, sitting low across his hips, and a clingy T-shirt, as Elizabeth fixed the dress she was still wearing. Together they went to the kitchen, Darcy giving her an informal tour along the way. Once there, Darcy pulled out two covered plates from the refrigerator, revealing cold dinners on each.
They sat at the table and Elizabeth asked where the meals had come from. “We have a housekeeper and cook, Mrs. Reynolds. This is her day off, but she always leaves meals for Georgie and me.”
“I see,” Elizabeth said, as she digested this information. “My father asked if we could go up to their house for Sunday dinner next week.”
“That should be fine. I’d like to see your family again.”
“It will just be Mom and Dad. Mary’ll still be at Tanglewood and Kitty and Lydia are at the Gardiners’. Dad also asked for Jane and Charles to come.”
Darcy put down his fork. “What?”
“Jane and Charles,” Elizabeth repeated. Then her shoulders dropped. “Oh my God, you don’t know?”
Darcy just looked at her questioningly.
“Oh, I should’ve told you. They’ve reconciled.” She smiled. “They’ve been at his place in California for the last few days.”
“Really?” Darcy smiled slowly. “That’s good news. I’m happy for them.”
Elizabeth reached across the table to take his hand. “Char told me that you and Charles weren’t talking. I should have remembered. Sorry.”
“How did Charlotte know?”
Elizabeth blushed at her forgetfulness. “Richard and Char have been talking. He’s been calling her almost every night.”
“Have they reconciled?”
“No. Char said they are just talking, but she sounded happy.” She looked at Darcy, realizing for the first time how alone he had been. She walked around the table and took him into her arms. “I’m sorry,” she breathed.
“I’m just happy they are able to get themselves back together,” he said, his voice humble. “I’m sorry I ever interfered.”
Elizabeth shrugged. “I don’t see how you really interfered with Richard and Charlotte. They got themselves into their own trouble. And as for Charles, I know you were only trying to do the right thing, trying to protect your friend.”
“Protecting Charles from what? Jane? I should have realized long ago that Charles doesn’t need protecting,” Darcy said in a frustrated voice. He looked up at Elizabeth. “I seem to owe a lot of people apologies.”
“They’re your friends, Will,” she smiled. “They know how you are and they love you anyway. I know they’ll forgive you.”
Darcy pulled her into his lap and kissed her thoroughly. When he stopped, Elizabeth noticed a determined look in his eyes. “When did you say Charles and Jane are coming back?”
“They should be back now. Would you like me to call and see if they would be willing to come over to the loft tomorrow? Maybe you two could work things out?”
Darcy nodded. “Would you?”
Elizabeth got the phone from the
other room and dialed the number Darcy gave her. She was glad when Jane picked up and she spent a few minutes telling her sister about herself and Darcy.
Jane was delighted with the news, and after a brief conference with Charles a date was set for tomorrow afternoon.
When she hung up, Darcy thanked her with a kiss. “You know, life is much better with you.”
“You mean the frequent sex?”
“Well, that too, but I mean hearing your voice and seeing your smile. It just makes me feel happy all over.”
Elizabeth smiled glowingly at him and kissed him deeply. “I know exactly what you mean.”
They spent a few more minutes kissing until Darcy asked what she would like to do.
“Did you say something about a pool?”
“I did. Right this way,” he led her toward the French doors.
“I don’t have my suit.”
“I never said anything about a suit.”
He walked Elizabeth down a stone walkway to the back of the house. It was amazing. Twin waterfalls fell gracefully over piles of rocks into the large, rounded body of water. It looked completely natural, with flowers growing all around it. It was unlike anything Elizabeth had ever seen before.
As she stared, Darcy shucked off his clothes and then started undressing Elizabeth. Elizabeth finally came out of her pool-induced trance and smiled. “Water and Stone, right?”
Darcy nodded.
Moments later they were both naked and relaxing in the cool water. Despite the elevation of the house on a mountain, it was still well into the nineties. Elizabeth’s only complaint with the pool was that she couldn’t do laps, but sitting naked in Darcy’s lap, she had to admit that swimming was really the last thing on her mind.
She leaned back in his arms, resting her head on his shoulder as he played with the buoyancy of her breasts. “This is so beautiful, Will.”
“I’m glad you approve,” he said warmly. “I mostly grew up in the loft, but this was where I always thought of when I said home when I was growing up. I guess that’s because it was here when both my parents would relax and we could all be together.” He kissed her neck. “I can’t tell you what it means to share this with you.”
Elizabeth arched herself against him, feeling his erection once again. She smiled, looking forward to more amazing sex, when a thought hit her with warp speed. “Will!”
“What?”
“I just realized something.” She spun so she could see him. “Water and Stone! Slurry is a mixture of crushed stone in a solution. Water and stone! Will, it’s you!”
Darcy beamed at her, confirming her guess. “Yes, Water and Stone make a Slurry when put together.”
“Just like Fitzwilliam and Darcy.” Elizabeth covered her mouth with excitement, her eyes huge. She felt like she had just solved a puzzle, which in fact she had.
“Do you know that no one, not Richard, not even Georgiana, has figured that out?” He looked at her almost shyly.
“That’s because no one knows you like I do, Fitzwilliam,” said Elizabeth, her eyes flashing.
They surged into each other’s arms, their mouths eager to share each other. Elizabeth relished the slipperiness of his hard body touching hers. She sank down in the water, letting it surround and touch her everywhere as her lips remained locked with his.
His hands played lightly over her skin, teasing it to full sensitivity. He positioned them under one of the waterfalls, the falling water adding yet another sensation to their kissing.
When he felt she was ready, he gathered her in his arms and carried her to the edge of the pool. “Rest on me,” he told her as he supported her weight in his arms. He eased her legs apart and turned her so she faced the wall. Squeezing her ass, he moved to just the right place, watching her face as she felt the jets of water touching her.
Her eyes flew open then closed with a blissful sigh, as her body adjusted to the rushing water that was passing over her most sensitive spot. Darcy watched her nipples harden as her hands tightened on his arms. He tried to follow her leanings, moving her ever so slightly to increase her pleasure. He loved watching her. Her face, expressive as always, told him all he wanted to know. When she finally tensed in his arms, then drew a shuddering breath, he knew he had pleased her by the look of pure contentment on her face. He shifted her in his arms, cradling her as she recovered.
It didn’t take long. Soon the wanton grin he had come to anticipate as a forecast of intense pleasure flashed at him as she eased herself out of his arms. “What are you doing, Lizzy?”
Elizabeth only smiled sexily as her hands slid down the length of his body, under the water, to his erection. Her hands closed on his shaft, and she watched his eyes close as the pleasure came over him. Slowly she stroked him, lingering at times at his velvety tip or playing with the softness of his balls.
When Darcy thought he could take no more, he watched in wonder as Elizabeth took a deep breath and submerged. The feeling of her hot mouth on his length against the cool water of the pool was so intense he cried out. She sucked on him hard, her tongue wiggling on him like a tiny fish, then she released him and her face broke the surface. He watched the water stream down her face and hair as she drew another deep breath and sank down again.
Darcy knew that she could never hold her breath long enough for him to come, nor did he want to, so he relaxed and let the sweet tension of Elizabeth’s talented mouth work on him. He wondered if she enjoyed the taste of him as much as he did her. He smiled again at the feeling of control he had over her when he had licked her the night before.
When she surfaced again, he decided he wanted something else and he pulled her up. The water was waist deep and after kissing her hard, he asked her to float on her back. She seemed pleased with the suggestion and slowly raised her arms into the air as she lay back on the water.
Darcy enjoyed the view that he knew was only for him. His hands slid down her body to her hips and he pulled them close to himself. Elizabeth understood exactly where this was going and opened her legs to him, allowing him to enter her and wrapping her legs around him.
Elizabeth held his eyes with her own as he thrust into her. She encouraged him to watch her body, her hands trailing to her nipples, which she teased to hard points. Darcy luxuriated in the vision before him even as he enjoyed the sensation of thrusting out of the cool pool water and into Lizzy’s hot depths and back out again.
He could feel his own release building but saw she wasn’t there yet. He slid his hands up to her sides and walked her into the deeper water, so that it came up to his shoulders. Elizabeth sat up with the water, and he supported her ass in his hands.
“Is that better?” he asked, panting.
“Oh God, yes!” Elizabeth moaned and they were at it again, Elizabeth clutching his shoulders with her hands as Darcy moved her up and down on top of him. “Oh Gooooood!” she wailed as she tightened in his arms, coming against him. Darcy pushed her up against the pool wall and rode her for all he was worth, his body struggling until it reached its climax and found its release. Elizabeth’s eyes flared as she felt his hot come pour into her.
Panting, they sprawled on the broad steps of the pool, their hands tightly linked. “Thank you,” Darcy huffed. “I can’t tell you” (breath) “how long” (breath) “I’ve wanted to do that.”
Elizabeth looked at him and laughed breathlessly. “Me too!” Smiling, they snuggled close, holding each other and talking softly as the summer sun set and the light faded.
***
Elizabeth woke up to the sound of music. She rolled over to a sight that would stay with her for the rest of her life: Darcy, sitting naked in a chair, his guitar in his lap as he softly played. She watched the concentration on his face and knew he didn’t see her. A few more moments of observation told her why; he was composing. She could tell from the tune that he was playing. It was clearly lacking a melody line. Once she even caught him humming, but his voice was too soft for her to make it out clearly.
He stopped to write something on the table next to him and that’s when he saw her. She smiled warmly at him.
“You’re not supposed to be hearing this.”
“Why not?”
“Because,” he said as he rose to his feet, “it’s not finished yet.” He walked to the bed and sat beside her, his hand gently tracing the curve of her cheek and down to her throat, and between her breasts, which were shamelessly uncovered.
“Will I get to hear it when it’s done?” she asked, her large eyes caressing him.
“Oh yes,” he assured her, as he leaned down and kissed her.
Elizabeth wrapped her arms around his neck in a slow and lazy fashion; being near Darcy made her feel sexy and seductive. “I think I deserve something for waking up alone, don’t you?” she asked teasingly.
Darcy smiled and lifted an eyebrow. “If you wish.” He settled himself on the bed and raised the neck of the guitar. Elizabeth watched, fascinated, as he played for her. His fingers coaxed a high vibrato out of the guitar while he plucked a simple melody out of the lower register.
She lay back on the pillows, watching all of him: the profile of his face, his hands, his arms and shoulders, his legs. She was struck again by his beauty and by the intimacy of the moment. There was no one else. This was only for her.
The message of the music was different this time as well. In the past, he had played to win her, to prove himself. This time it was more about sharing, an expression of how he was feeling: the contentment, the joy, the awe. Elizabeth shared every one of those emotions.
When he finished, she reached for him and expressed with her body all that she felt for him.
***
The drive back to the Village felt like a triumph for them. They had both traveled to Massachusetts in a state of depression, and there, to their utter surprise, they found bliss. They spent the drive talking easily about the tiny details of their past, sharing the events of their lives, and coming to know each other better.
Elizabeth was astonished, when they reached the building on Broome Street, to learn the first floor was actually a garage. Darcy unlocked the large door with a key and brought them in, parking his car in one of the two spaces labeled “seven.”
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