My Beginning With Mr. Darcy - Book Two

by Lauren King

  “Well, you have found me out. That is why I wanted a wife – just so that I do not have to dance with other young ladies.” Darcy tweaks Elizabeth’s nose good-naturedly. “Silly wife of mine; may I remind you that I like to dance with you. I would not mind going to parties with you. I do not care that no other lady will pay me any attention. I have you, and you are the only one that I want paying me her full attention. You are my love, my life – not just my shield.” Darcy kisses her lips tenderly. “I love you so very much. I cannot help it if you satisfy me in every way. What do I care with anything or anyone else?” Darcy proclaims resolutely as he nibbles her lips.

  “You are the best of men; just like Mr. Bingley has said.” In between the kissing, Elizabeth says with complete sincerity to William because it is very apparent that he fits that description. Her husband and her marriage bring her pure joy; there is no one better than William.

  “Bingley said that to you?” Darcy asks with surprise.

  “Yes, that was his description of you to me and my Uncle and Aunt when we first met him. Of course, he did not know that I knew Georgiana at the time or that I would eventually know you. His praise was genuine.” Elizabeth sees that her husband is actually a little shy from the praise. “Is my formidable, illustrious husband shy of praise from his good friend?” Elizabeth teases as she tries to tickle William.

  Darcy laughs as he captures her tickling hands. He hugs her tightly to stop her hands from moving, and he devours her mouth zealously. She melts into his seduction after a few seconds of feign struggling. His fervent kisses make him desire her right here and now. He made love to her this morning already, but he can feel his yearning for her rise again. She draws it out of him with her innocence and mischievous teasing. She is no longer innocent to what he wishes when they make love; he still has to initiate and guide her into it, but she is always willing to please him just as he is more than willing to gratify her. Darcy maneuvers his hands to grasp Elizabeth’s bottom and then he rubs himself on her so that she can feel his desire for her.

  She lightly gasps with pleasure as she hugs William’s neck and pushes her body closer to his. She tilts her face towards him to kiss his lips lingeringly.

  He certainly reciprocates with fervency. While they kiss, Darcy picks her up and places her on top of his desk. He steps in between her legs which he gently eases apart. His passion intensifies, and now he wants to make love to his wife.

  “Dearest, stay right there; I have to lock the door.” Darcy rushes off to secure the door.

  Elizabeth blushes when she remembers that Mr. Brook almost walked in on them the last time they made love here; luckily, he knocked. William assured her that the servants never enter a room without knocking first and waiting for him to allow them in. However, she was still worried that someone may open the door unknowingly while they were making love. She has even made sure that the beds in the master’s and mistress’ chambers have thick curtains surrounding it so that the servants that replenish the firewood for their chambers will not be able to see her and William while they lie in bed with minimal or no clothing on.

  When Darcy dashes back, he resumes his place and consumes Elizabeth’s mouth. His ardor has escalated, and he must have her now. “Dearest, I love you.”

  “I love you too, darling.” Elizabeth answers breathlessly as she enjoys William’s thorough suckling of her tongue and lips. She does the same to him and he groans satisfyingly. She, brazenly, pulls his body in closer to hers by his buttocks; afterwards, she caresses them and squeezes them openly. His tight, muscular buttocks are a pleasure to touch.

  Darcy kisses down her neck then to her bosom again before saying, “I want to love you again. Are you tired, my love?” Darcy does not want her to feel obligated to his advances. He does not want their love making to be considered her duty as his wife. He only wants to love her if she wishes for it too. They have so much love for one another that it is unthinkable that they would not be able to love each other freely. Darcy understands that he may want to love her more times than she may want; consequently, he tries to gauge her desires.

  Elizabeth replies softly, “No.” Elizabeth cannot believe that she also wants William’s love again. Will it always be like this? They will love each other this many times every day? She giggles within herself.

  Darcy gently nips her neck down to the middle of her bosom as he buries his face in between her plump breasts and breathes in deeply again. He can feel their softness and smell her fragrant skin that he is accustomed to smelling from her ever since they were able to stand close enough to each other. She does not wear any stays or underpants while they are at home with each other. She was very shy when he asked that of her, but she complied because he told her how much he loved her, and he wanted them to be free to express love for one another at any time. He encouraged her not to limit their love making unless she was uncomfortable with it. In return, she told him that she was not uncomfortable with it, but she just did not want him to think that she was wanton for accepting his love so often. He assured her that he would never think ill of her in regards to anything. She was exactly what he wanted in a wife; he wanted her to be wanton with him. There is nothing wrong with it when it was between them. She finally seemed to believe him and began to be more open and unguarded with her actions and responses to his advances.

  “You will tell me if you do not wish for my love, right, dearest?” Darcy asks carefully; he really hopes the answer will be in his favor.

  “Why would I not wish for your love, darling?” Elizabeth caresses his cheeks freely and then kisses him all over his face as he speaks.

  Darcy resists her kisses for a minute because he wants to stress his point. “I do not want you to feel burdened or obligated to succumb to my desires so many times a day. I want you to want my love too, not dread it and think of it as a duty. I would never force you to do anything you do not want; therefore, if you feel that I bother you too much, then do not be afraid to tell me, alright, my love? I never want you to feel coerced or troubled. I will deal with my desires.”

  She stops her kisses but her hands rub his chest amorously as they travel back up to the nape of his neck and into his hair. “Darling, why would I ever be troubled that you want to love me? I want your love just as much as you want mine. Loving you is not a burden or a duty; trust me, you have shown me joy and elation that I have never known. I love you so very much that I would be worried if you did not want to love me.” Elizabeth caresses his face and then innocently asks, “Is it not normal to love each other every day, darling?” Elizabeth thought what they were doing was the norm. However, it is reasonable to think that the people in marriages of convenience may not want to perform the act, much.

  “I do not think many husbands and wives love each other every day like us, dearest. I am just very… passionate; as a result, I want to love you more often because I want to show you the immensity of my love for you.” Darcy kisses her lips avidly.

  “We are special, then.” Elizabeth can feel that her lips are plump again from his attentions. She does not mind one bit.

  “I want to love you again.” Darcy says enticingly; her answer was exactly what he wished for.

  “I want to love you, too.” Elizabeth replies shyly and quietly as William gently moves her legs farther apart and then goes back to suckling her tongue. She can tell that he is unbuttoning his fall when his hands disappear from her neck and back.

  “I cannot get enough of you, love.” Darcy pulls down her dress’ neckline to expose her tantalizing full, firm breasts. He is mesmerized by her nipples hardening under his touch. He loves to suckle them to entice her and get her ready for their love making. Once he sees that Elizabeth is dazed from his ministrations, he eases her to lie back on his desk so that she is more comfortable as he continues to suckle her excitedly. He gently guides her legs to open wider as he places her feet on his desk. He touches and rubs her sex to make sure that she is ready for him; he is eager to massage her because she
has told him that it makes her private area ache for his love.

  Elizabeth becomes more lustful and yearns for him like a crazed lover. He can tell this to be true from how wet she becomes; he loves to see her wetness and feel it all over him, especially on his manhood. He rubs her special spot faster so she can become juicier and moan lasciviously. Sometimes he plunges inside of her sex with one hard thrust to the hilt. Sometimes he slides in slowly and lingeringly until he is buried completely inside her hot depths. Her burning sex entices him tremendously; he is impatient to start plundering inside of her so they both can feel the pleasure of their love. Today, he enters her luscious, tight depths with one hard thrust just the way they both like. He pierces her tantalizing, glorious, wet sex that is made just for him; he can feel every inch of it. It is the best feeling he can ever imagine experiencing; it is incomparable! She moans salaciously with pleasure as she engulfs his entire manhood. He had thought that he might hurt her when he saw how small she was on their first night together. Thank goodness she said that she felt extremely stretched but was not in pain from all his love making. That is why he is careful to check her readiness each time before he enters his heaven. Her moans amplify his fervor and lust; it encourages him to give her more pleasure. He is thrilled that their marriage is so expressive and amorous; both are willing participants in this love.

  “Oh love – you feel so good!” Darcy thrusts in and out. “So tight!” He pushes in and out again and again. “All mine!” Darcy groans out as he drives into her, enthusiastically. Elizabeth’s eyes are hooded as she moans out her pleasure and holds onto the edge of the desk as he plunges into her over and over again. She is a sight to behold. He has told her that he likes to hear her pleasure; hence, she has moaned freely ever since then. However, he can tell that she is being quieter right now because they are in his study and any number of servants may pass by and can hear their delight. At this moment, he does not care if anyone hears them because he is ecstatic beyond what his mind can process right now. Euphoria, elation, jubilation!

  “Feel all of me, love! Feel my lust for you.” He drives into her relentlessly – in and out – over and over. They enjoy one another, greatly.

  “Uhhh! Uhhh! William! Yes, William! Uhhh! Yesss!” Elizabeth’s head thrashes back and forth as she enjoys her husband’s love. All she can feel is his zealous passion which excites and delights her beyond belief. In turn, she is keen to give him all her pleasure, please him however he likes, and for as many time as he wants. She will never deny him her love. More than several times in the past weeks, he has gently awoken her in the middle of the night to love her because he yearned for her so intensely in a dream that he could not wait until morning. She was more than willing to love him at those times too. She enjoys his fanatic desire for her; it makes her more lustful for him. She does not feel it as a burden, at all. She gets pleasure out of it, too; she would never consider it a burden. It is pure elation that her husband desires her this much. She will endeavor to keep him as desirous of her as much as possible.

  “Do you feel my love? Can you feel how much I want you and need you?” Darcy asks salaciously as he stares at her lustful face then his eyes move to her bouncy breasts. Her breasts are full and firm; the skin is soft, smooth, and creamy perfection. He drives into her harder and faster the way they like. He puts her legs on either side of his shoulders so he can grab her right breast and squeeze it the way he likes. Her nipples are hard and protruding straight up. It makes him feel very possessive of her. She is his wife; she belongs to him! He has this kind of effect on her body! He is the one that possesses her, wholly. She, willingly and fervently, gives her entirety to him. She is willing every time they make love. God, he loves her beyond anything he has ever imagined. He kneads her nipples in between his fingers and also pulls on it. He yearns to suckle them again so he can lead her to her explosion; he bends down and takes one nipple into his waiting mouth and sucks it hard. He continues to plunder her luscious sex – in and out; again and again. The sight of her sex engulfing him entirely rouses him beyond imagination.

  “Yess! Yess! I love you, William! Uhhh! Uhhh!” Elizabeth cannot help her moaning; she is trying not to be as loud as when they are inside their bedroom chambers, but he is unrelenting in his love. All she can think of is his love and the bliss that he brings to her in every way – every time he loves her. Her heart beats wildly, and her mind is in a dazed state of euphoria; she does not want anything else but his love.

  “Do you want more of me?” Darcy persists on intensifying her lust with his talk so that she can feel his consuming passion for her. He loves that he can make her lustful for him with just his words.

  “Yess! Yess! Uhhh, uhhh!”

  “I will give you all of me! Feel it, love!” Darcy plunders inside of her and she continues to moan gratifyingly. The evidence of her lust and desire is thoroughly wetting his manhood; he loves to see her wetness every time. It makes him even more licentious for her. “Ugghh!”

  He rubs her special spot over and over again with enough pressure to prolong and bring about more pleasure for her. She explodes more profoundly when he touches her there at the same time that he is inside her tight depths. He has shown her several positions that they could love each other, and he was delighted that she did not object to any of them. She was rightfully shy when he first showed her. He was afraid that she would fear his suggestions and then feel obligated to satisfy him, but she said that she trusted him with everything; hence, she was willing to try anything with him. Music to his ears! His marriage bed is certainly the envy of many men. He cannot imagine his life with any other lady. No one else can satisfy him like her.

  “Uhhh! Yesss! I love you! Yesss!” Elizabeth moans with satisfaction as she reaches out for William; he instantly grasps her hand to entwine their fingers as he continues to love her fervently. She never knew that loving one’s husband could be so exhilarating; this is not a duty at all! She is glad to see to his desires and take care of him with her love. He has been loving, caring, gentle, and encouraging ever since they met, and he was no different during their first night together. She could not ask for a better husband.

  “Feel how hard I am for you; all for you, love!” Her love is irresistible, thus his ardor is vigorous, unrelenting, and intense.

  “Yesss! Yesss! William, I need you!” Her desire for him escalates, and she can feel the gripping sensation come to encompass her. His thrusts are powerful and passionate. His rubbing on her special spot is producing unadulterated ecstasy. She can barely think straight – luckily, breathing is involuntary.

  “Let it come over you! Let it come!” Seeing her moan and writhe in rapture is a sight he wants to see every day; it is magnificent!

  In a frenzied state she moans, “Yes! Yes! I am there, William! William! Williammmm!” Elizabeth could not feel any more contented and gratified than at this moment. Nothing surpasses her husband loving her.

  “Lizzy! Lizzzzzy!” Darcy is thoroughly fulfilled and satiated. There is no better feeling than being inside of his wife giving her pleasure and then expending himself within her depths – nothing better!

  They both breathe heavily as Darcy bends over and lays his body on top of his wife while they are still connected. He can feel her sex pulsing and squeezing his manhood. They stay still for a few minutes to come down from the exultation they just experienced. Last week he had told her that one day he will remain connected to her until he regains his energy, and then he will continue to love her without ever removing himself from her. She professed that she liked the idea. She said that she would do anything he wanted. He will bring that idea to life when they are in their bed chambers and have more time to love. Right now is just a quick love session to relieve his midday desire for her.

  As he pulls out of Elizabeth, he gently bends her legs at the knees so that he can place her feet on his desk. He uses his handkerchief to carefully clean her. She is more accustomed to his care now because he insists that he do it for her. She
is delighted to have his devoted attention.

  “I love you so much, Lizzy.” Darcy bends down and kisses her mound before he wipes himself. He tucks the handkerchief back inside his coat pocket and then rights himself and his clothing. He still likes to look at her sex while he buttons his fall so she lies there until he rights her dress for her and helps sit her up. He gives her breasts a last kiss before he covers them with her dress. He likes to care for her in this intimate manner. He recognizes that he is possessive of Elizabeth, but she does not mind it; this pleases him even more.

  “As I love you.” Elizabeth says dreamily. “Now, you have made me sleepy again, darling.” Elizabeth giggles openly.

  “Well, my little luscious wife, you can nap right over here.” Darcy carries Elizabeth to the large sofa against the wall and lays her down. “You nap for a little bit and by the time you wake, I will be done with my two correspondences. Afterwards, we can do whatever your heart desires, my love.” Darcy kisses her nose playfully.

  “I need you to lie down with me for a minute.” Elizabeth pouts sweetly; she becomes even clingier towards William after they make love. She always has him lie with her for a little bit before they head off to do whatever they do afterwards.

  “Alright, my love; close your eyes now.” Darcy lies behind Elizabeth embracing her for a few minutes until she falls asleep at which time he slowly and gently extricates himself from her to attend to his correspondences. How can he not be addicted to Elizabeth and their love? She is amazing in every way!

  Once Elizabeth wakes from her nap, they have some tea before Darcy takes her to Mrs. Templeton’s to have more gowns and dresses made: twenty day dresses and twenty gowns. He brooks no refusal. Elizabeth decides not to make it difficult for him, thus she just thanks him sweetly. Once it is all ordered, they make their way to the pastry shop and then head home.