by Lauren King
He slowly pushes himself in further as he watches for her reaction. She is wet, so he is not afraid that he will rip her, but she may be frightened of the initial forcefulness when he enters her completely and takes her maidenhood. She is tight; that is for certain. It feels fantastic – tight, smooth, wet, and hot! This is heavenly! He has never felt anything better than his wife; he will never forget this moment with Elizabeth. Heaven could not be any better than this!
Since William does not rub her special spot anymore, she feels the loss of the sensation that was building before. Is that what making love is? Will he, being inside of her, make her feel the same way? What is she supposed to do at this point? Her hands instinctively come up to William’s arms, and she caresses them firmly in reaction to what she feels down there.
Darcy feels the resistance, so he bends towards her lips and devours it as he pushes in all the way with a quick thrust. He stops once he is to the hilt. Her gasp is swallowed by his suckling of her tongue and lips. He slowly releases their kiss and stops his movements to ask, “Are you well, my love?”
Very softly, Elizabeth replies, “Yes.” She felt the piercing sensation, but she was distracted by his fervent kissing and suckling, thus there was no immense pain that she was anticipating apprehensively.
“Does it hurt, my love?”
“Not anymore.” She answers quietly.
“Can I continue to love you, sweetheart?”
“Will it always feel like that?” Elizabeth asks shyly while looking away from William. She does not think it will feel good if making love will feel sharp like that all the time.
“No, love. The sharpness is from when I passed through your maidenhood. It will ease now.” Darcy wants to reassure her that their love making will pleasure her not hurt her. “Look at me, love.”
Elizabeth obeys and looks shyly at William’s eyes.
“You are fully mine, now. I will never hurt you knowingly. That initial sting was because you were a maiden. After that, our love making will be very pleasurable for the both of us. Your previous sensation will build again as I love you more, and we will want to push harder and come together deeper. That is normal. That is what you are supposed to feel, alright, love?”
Elizabeth nods bashfully.
“If it hurts too much, you let me know immediately, alright, my love?”
Elizabeth nods again as she feels him moving in and out, slowly. After a few times, he speeds up, and all she can feel is the tightness as she becomes hotter and more wanton, again. The same feeling comes back; it builds, once more. She cannot help but moan more as she feels him push in harder and faster. She thought that she would feel pain with William pushing inside of her so forcefully, but it does not hurt. It actually brings great pleasure, and he sounds as if he is intensely enjoying it too.
“Can you feel it, love?” Darcy thrusts in harder and faster as he monitors her reaction. He wants her to like what they are doing and not be frightened after tonight. He wants to sleep with her every night even if they do not make love; they will not sleep in separate beds. He wants her to want him to make love to her – to crave him like he yearns for her – and not be unwilling or stiff like what the gentlemen at his club has said about their wives. He could not believe it when he heard these so-called gentlemen talk about their wives. He will never share any intimate details about Elizabeth with anyone. Nobody will ever have the privilege of knowing those aspects; that is for him, alone.
Elizabeth moans with hooded eyes. Her hands hold firmly onto his arms as he drives in and out again and again. Her breathing is rapid as never before. The fullness and his thrusting feel marvelous – ABSOLUTELY SPECTACULAR! This is making love. She cannot help but clench all her muscles due to the sensations coursing throughout her body. As she pants and moans out her pleasure, he drives in and out harder and faster. She can do nothing except lie here and accept his love. She loves him desperately; she cannot think of anything else as he pushes into her. She can only feel him and his love.
“Uhhh! Uhhh! William! Uhhh!” She cannot stop herself from moaning; the sensation is…SO PLEASURABLE! “Uhhh! Uhhh! Oh God, William!” She sounds so wanton – so foreign to her own ears. She sounds like she is encouraging him. Will he like an immodest wife? She cannot help her feelings and the sensations that he brings forth in her. Goodness gracious! This feels INCREDIBLY GOOD! Should she be this expressive? Will that make her shamelessly immodest? Will William be embarrassed to have such a wife? Is she supposed to lie still and not participate in any way? She does not want to displease him; it does sound immodest when she moans. She can be silent.
It feels fantastic to love his wife fully – astounding! “Let the sensation build, love. It will overtake you; it will feel wonderful.” Darcy drives into her more; he cannot stop. He wants to expend himself inside of her, but he wants their first experience together to last longer than he has ever held out before. He wants her to feel the profound pleasure that he knows he can give her. Her moans and her expressive reactions excite his blood like he has never felt before; he loves that she is wanton with him. His only goal is to please her more. God, her sex is ASTONISHING – EXCEPTIONAL! He has never felt this immense, deep joy before – nothing or no one has ever come close to making him feel the way he does with Elizabeth. She is truly his! It thrills him to no end that she seems to enjoy their love making, too. She is not upset with him taking his full pleasure with her body. There is nothing more glorious than loving his wife; the pleasure is magnificently exquisite! He wonders if she will allow him to make love to her every day. He cannot perceive of not being able to love her daily.
Darcy is kneeling, now and is holding Elizabeth’s thighs open while he continues to plunge into her depths some more. Her eyes are closed as she moves her head from side to side in ecstasy while breathing heavily. Her body is hot and willing to experience anything William wants to do with her. Her hands clench around the bed sheets as he drives into her depths. It is an awe-inspiring sight to see him being swallowed up by her sex. It makes him lustier and his manhood harder. He has to hold back from releasing himself inside of her; he wants more of her, but he also wants the ultimate pleasure and gratification to overpower him. Gazing at her bouncing breasts has the same effect; he can freely and openly stare at her enticing, luscious breasts as much as he wants, from now on. He simply wants to suckle them and give her love bites all over her body. A simple look at her tempting body tantalizes him to an unbearable state of wantonness. If she knew how much he thought about her body and the things that he wants to do with her, she would not believe it. He will ease her into accepting his love and encourage her to let him love her at any time. She will soon crave him just as he craves her.
“William! Ohh! Ohhh! William!” Elizabeth continues to cry out in pleasure. She cannot help it; it feels too good.
His right hand goes to pleasure her special spot again while he continues to thrust in and out. Her wetness thrills him to no end. “Feel it, love! Let the feeling take over! Let it come! Now, love! Let it come!”
Elizabeth’s body clenches vigorously as she hears William’s exclamations. His commands actually make her feel more passionate and avid so she gives into the sensation. The intensity spreads throughout her body overwhelming her. “Oh God! Uhhhh! William! William! WILLIAM!” Her body trembles and convulses like she has never experienced before! The explosion of emotions engulfs her entirely, and then she sees stars behind her eyes as she clenches all of her body due to the euphoria that spreads to every inch of her body. William does not cease his thrusting, and she wishes that this rapture would never end; the intensity makes her breathless. She cannot sustain this extreme ecstasy for much longer; with her eyes closed, she can only hear William’s own cries of passion and then he slows his thrusting.
“Lizzy! LIZZY!!” Darcy plunges into her as deep as he can before he is overtaken by the supreme euphoria that he has been waiting for the last nine years. He stops pushing into her when he expends all of his love inside
of her. He lies still with half of his body on top of hers. They remain connected and wrapped in each other’s arms while they catch their breath. Darcy caresses one side of Elizabeth’s face tenderly while he kisses the other side adoringly. “I love you, my wife. I love you more than you can ever fathom.” Darcy pants and calms his breath before asking, “Did I hurt you, dearest?”
Softly Elizabeth answers, “No.” Elizabeth pulls his face down to her lips to kiss affectionately. “I love you, my husband. You have all of me and all of my love.”
Darcy’s joy and love for Elizabeth have never been so vast and immeasurable. He releases their connection and gets off the bed. He puts on his robe and walks out of the chambers without saying anything else to her.
Elizabeth did not think he would leave immediately after their love making like that. She wanted to say good night to him, but he left abruptly. Is he going back to his own chambers to sleep, now? Should she go after him to wish him a good night? Will that be too brazen of her to run after him? They will not talk or sleep in the same bed – not even for their first night together? She knows the convention of not sharing a bed with one’s spouse. They never discussed it before, thus she does not know his wishes. Elizabeth is worried that William may not have liked her being so vocal earlier. She is a lady for goodness sakes; she should not have expressed herself in such a loud manner. Maybe William thought it was vulgar or too brazen for his wife to act like that. God, she knew she should have contained herself. She will not be vocal next time; she will let him know that so he will not be uncomfortable with her and dislike being with her, intimately.
Elizabeth goes to put on her robe so that she can get a drink of water and then clean herself. She will not disturb William tonight and embarrass him. She did not think that tonight would end like this, but at least he was not upset or disgusted with her. She really thought that they enjoyed their love making. Maybe William did not enjoy it as much as she thought; she had her eyes closed most of the time, thus she is not certain if he enjoyed himself or not. Perhaps, she did not please him as much as she thought. She did not know what to do while they were making love. Was she supposed to do something for him? He did not say anything about that so she did not know. Well, she hopes that things will not be too awkward between them tomorrow morning. How can she bring up this delicate subject? She will have to gauge for the right time to speak with him about it. She, definitely, will like to please him how ever she can.
Darcy sees Elizabeth putting on her robe, and she does not look as happy as a few minutes ago. “Dearest, are you well?”
“Ohh!” Elizabeth startles as William speaks suddenly and walks towards her holding a small hand towel.
“Where are you going?”
“I did not expect you back; I am sorry.” Is he going to correct her for what she did? Oh, God; she did not want to cause any embarrassment.
“You did not? You are sorry?” Darcy is quizzical as to why she looks worried.
Quietly she confesses without looking at William. “Yes, I am sorry that I was so unlady-like earlier. I will not act like that again. I am sorry. I have no experience in this. I am sorry.” Elizabeth regrets not controlling her emotions earlier; she could have prevented this embarrassment for the both of them.
“You are sorry for what we did?” Darcy is concerned that Elizabeth did not want to do what they did but felt coerced into it. Did he hurt her in some way? Damn it; was he too rough with her?
Elizabeth responds ever so softly, “No, I am sorry for what I did earlier. I should not have acted so wantonly. You do not have to worry; I will not be like that again. I promise.” Elizabeth wraps her arms across her chest tightly as she stands there looking down at the floor in discomfiture. At least he knows that she will correct herself; she is not oblivious. He does not have to voice his displeasure with her again. What will happen to them if he truly is repelled by her behavior? Oh God…will he turn to a mistress who can satisfy him the way he wants? She can control herself – she can.
Darcy just realizes what Elizabeth is referring to – her moaning and writhing. Goodness – that was what he wanted to see from her. He wants her expressive and reactive when they make love. He grasps her tightly into his chest and kisses her head reassuringly. “Dearest, nothing you did was unpleasant to me. I enjoyed everything you did while we were making love. I know you are a passionate person, and I yearned to see your ardor. Did you not hear me encourage you to feel it deeply? I wanted to hear your satisfaction and gratification. I do not want you to lie there stiff like I am forcing you into accepting my advances.”
Darcy tilts her chin up so they will look directly at each other. “You are exactly what I want in a wife. You are the answer to my dreams. Do not be worried about how you should act – just act naturally with me. I do not want you to feign anything. I want to hear you cry out for me. I want you to grasp for me. I want you to feel my love for you and move however you wish. That is what I want from you. Please, tell me you understand.” Darcy kisses her lips lingeringly. “I love you exactly as you are. I was in heaven when you reacted so fervently. You acted exactly as I wished for. Do you love me, Lizzy?”
Elizabeth is very relieved; she could not be happier. “Of course, I love you. I love you so much that I could not bear to disappoint you, in any way. I wanted to please you, and I thought we were well, but when you suddenly left the bed and did not say a word to me, I thought you were dissatisfied with my actions.”
“Oh God, Lizzy; you need to ask me next time you are unsure about something, alright, sweetheart? Please, do not assume such things. I would never have an ill thought about you. Do you still not know how much I love you? I was beside myself with joy to have you the way you were while we made love. I could not have wished for more. I do not want you to worry about how you are supposed to act to meet society’s standards for us. I want you to be natural with me, and I want to be natural with you. We do not have to hold back our feelings and restrain our desires when we are together, especially when we are making love. Do you understand? I love you beyond anything.”
Elizabeth nods with great relief. “I love you so much. I was just thinking about how I was told that ladies should not be so expressive with such matters or else they will look wanton and…loose. Young ladies are not told anything about the marriage bed. If we hear stories about it, then we always hear about what a horrible duty it can be. I know you would never subject me to anything terrible. I am sorry I did not just ask you forthrightly, but I will from now on. All I want is to please you and love you.” On her toes, Elizabeth hugs William tightly around his neck and kisses him passionately.
Darcy kisses Elizabeth until they are sated. “I went to get a towel to clean you; that was all.”
“I am sorry, darling. Thank you for taking care of me. Poor you – here I am thinking you did not want me.” She kisses him again. “I love you.”
Darcy carries his wife to the bed and continues to kiss her. After they release each other, Darcy proceeds to clean her with the wet towel.
“Darling, I can do that.” ‘Bashful’ and ‘shy’ are not strong enough words to describe Elizabeth’s state when William insists that he will clean her there.
“I know you can, but I want to care for you. I love you.” Darcy says with great care and compassion as he cleans her wetness without any hesitation or awkwardness.
“I love you more than I can say.” She has to get used to how expressive and open William is when they are intimate with each other. It is incredible that he is so comfortable in taking care of her this intimately.
Afterwards, they lie on their sides to gaze at one another lovingly and talk about all sorts of subjects. They have always liked talking to each other, and now is no different. They freely touch, caress, and kiss one another wherever and whenever they want. Elizabeth is relieved that her natural reactions were not offensive to William. He likes her to be expressive like that. Thank goodness because she felt extremely close to him while they were in the mi
dst of their love making.
Darcy confesses. “I loved hearing you cry out for me; it made me even more lustful for you. That is what I want. I never want you to inhibit yourself while we make love; I want all of your emotions. You do not have to be shy about it. It will only be me and you. Do you want and feel the same things, dearest?”
“Yes…I am very happy that you feel this way. Thank you for loving me the way you do.”
“Thank you for loving me as much as you do.” Darcy kisses her lips lingeringly, and this leads to them loving one another again.
There is no holding back this time by anyone. Moans and declarations are expressed freely, openly, and candidly, just the way they like it. His fervent love and desire is unstoppable. He satisfies her vigorously until she is sated before he takes his own pleasure. His gratification is so great and comprehensive that he cannot think of anything else except his love for her. It is unimaginable that there was a time that he did not love or yearn for her.
“Did you truly enjoy what we did, dearest?”
Very softly, Elizabeth answers, “Yes.”
“Are you in any discomfort or pain?”
“No.” Elizabeth replies quietly.
Darcy squeezes Elizabeth’s body closer to his; he does not want any space between them. “Are you still shy, sweetheart? It is just us here. You do not have to be shy with me. I love you; I want to hear whatever you have to say about anything.”