She turned her face up to his and her bashful protest became a moan of surrender as he placed his mouth on hers with a sensual kiss that splintered her senses. His embrace wandered now, caressing her boldly.
His warm touch moved between her shoulders and down, finally teasing along the cleft of her bottom, and when she was sure she could bear no more, back up her sides and around to her soft breasts. With gentle strength he eased her down onto the bed and crawled alongside her as she shuffled to rest her head on his pillow. He kissed her again, lightly this time, on the lips and smiled.
“Close your eyes beautiful.”
Now there was nothing in Sarah’s universe but Darcy, touching, kissing, biting, and exploring every inch of her body with his tongue, mouth, and hands. Everything else fled from her mind, Robert, Duchess, Acton Manor…everything. The endless delight of Darcy’s careful attention sent a tremor through her loins. His mouth travelled over her, found her breasts and nipples, his tongue teasing them until she moaned in need.
Nothing in her experience had prepared her for these sensations; the tingle of her skin, the tightening of her belly when his lips brushed over her; the overwhelming appetite he drew from her, saturating her, swelling her until she ached for him.
Now uninhibited, her passion became urgent and desperate, but Darcy forced her to yield to his unhurried pace, his leisurely touch, bringing her, again and again, to the edge of ecstasy and then denying her until she almost wanted to beg for it.
With a movement that surprised her, he opened her legs with his strong hands and she gasped as they found their way under her buttocks where he cupped them and lifted her pelvis to meet his mouth. With subtle flicks of his tongue, he brought her close to climax so many times that she lost count. Sarah could do little but entangle her fingers in his hair and hold on for the whole intense ride.
Darcy’s hands found their way back down between her legs and he opened her slowly with his thumbs. He found one of the hands in his hair and pulled her hand down to her softness, compelling her to feel her own moistness, watching her urgent caresses.
He released her finally and slowly moved up the bed again. Sarah tried to relax, watching him prowl over her. She felt him pull down his drawers and her heart thudded in response. By the candlelight she watched him looking down upon her and his face descended towards her. Their lips met and she eagerly returned his kiss.
They kissed deeply and her hands ran over the smooth skin of his back, down to his buttocks which she squeezed and caressed. She could feel the hard length of him against her thigh and reached under with her hand, grasping him, gratified at the pleasured gasp in her ear. Unable to resist any longer she wriggled under him and guided the throbbing head of his shaft to her opening. She groaned, the promise of what was to come almost too much to bear. She opened her legs, scissoring them around his hips until he gave an ecstatic growl and plunged into her.
Holding on for dear life and awestruck by the sensation of the kiss, she arched her back and jerked, shuddering against the heat of him as they both reached the summit of their pleasure. They convulsed against one another for another minute before finally, Darcy melted against her, spent. They lay like that a long time, Sarah listening to his breathing, stroking his hair as he softened inside her. After long sensual minutes he rolled off and onto his back as they stared up at the undressed timber of the ceiling above them. Finally Darcy rolled towards her and propped his head up on his elbow.
“I want you to know that I didn’t kill my brother.”
Sarah began to protest but he put his finger over her lips gently.
“Please, I want no secrets from you. It was an accident, we were skylarking by a cliff top, fighting with wooden swords when he slipped. The thing was, that we had whacked each other a goodly few times and were both angered. It was silly of course, but we were brothers and had been in that situation many, many times. Just never in so dangerous a position.
“When he slipped I tried to save him, he had managed to catch the edge of the cliff with his hand and I grabbed him, but he was too heavy…and we both began to slide over. I wasn’t going to let him go, and I was willing to fall to my death if I couldn’t save him, but he was yelling at me to let go, he saw it was hopeless and began to break free of my grip as I neared the edge. I couldn’t hold him when he struggled like that and he fell just before I tipped over too.
“Of course I blamed myself, I told everyone who would listen that I had killed my brother. Eventually my mother had convinced the authorities that it had indeed been an accident, and for that I am eternally grateful.”
Sarah wiped a tear from her eye; she couldn’t bare the pain on his face and kissed him gently on the forehead.
“Thank you for being so honest with me.”
They held each other for a long time until he looked at her again and took her by the hand.
“I love you Sarah, every second that goes by confirms my helplessness. Promise me you’ll come away with me tomorrow and be mine forever?” His words took her breath away.
“I love you too Fitzwilliam Darcy. I promise, but before we go, can we…revisit what we did just a short while ago? Just one more time?” she asked saucily. He laughed at her forwardness and kissed her again before releasing her and smiling.
‘That my dear we can do as many times as you like…night or day, circumstances permitting of course.”
They both laughed and Sarah nestled her head on his shoulder as she began to dream of what the future held for them.
The End
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