Nights With Fitzwilliam Darcy

by Sophia Grace

  “Shh.” He slid his whole finger in and pumped his hips forward into her hand at the same time. Elizabeth cried out and he quelled her response by kissing her lips once more. “You are my everything,” he said. His thumb pressed into her nub as his finger slid in and out of her hot, wet hole. She struggled against him, tipping her hips, begging for more as she quickened her movements on his hard length.

  “Elizabeth, I want to feel the inside of you. You’re so hot around me. I long for you to accept me into you so I can feel all of you. I have thought about this too often.” He ran his thumb in circles over the top of her folds and she stilled as heat rushed to that spot. She clenched him harder in her hand, but the rest of her body quaked in anticipation as Mr. Darcy’s fingers worked on her. She was strung tight with anticipation as her body moved her higher and higher, reaching toward a ledge she didn’t understand.

  Mr. Darcy, realizing the why of her sudden inability to move, only worked harder. His tongue licked her nipple again and again as he moved his finger in and out of his beloved quicker. Her chest beat against his mouth and her breaths were shallower and more rapid. He worked with all his might, fully realizing his dream. She cried out just before her body clenched and re-clenched around his finger in waves.

  Her legs gave way and he held her up, teasing every bit of pleasure from her as he still moved his finger in and out of her entrance.

  Breathless, she looked into his eyes. “Mr. Darcy, I— I must be in quite a state. I am so sorry.”

  He pressed his thumb against her once more, silencing her as her eyelids fluttered closed. Pitching his hips forward, Elizabeth returned to her strokes against him. He pushed his hips into her slowly, repeatedly, until her own hips once again inched toward his. Mr. Darcy placed her more firmly on his knee while his hand worked on the buttons of his pants. He moved his clothing away until his cock jutted out from his body.

  Elizabeth gasped before reaching out and touching it like he had shown her. It was thick and firm, sticky at the top with his juices. Darcy’s eyes closed as she worked on him. She watched his jaw tighten with her every stroke. The muscles in his chest and arms stiffened as she played with the tip.

  “Elizabeth,” he said, placing his hands around her behind and lifting her. “I need you.” His cocked teased her entrance. Elizabeth felt it there. With every pant of breath from her Darcy, she knew how much he wanted to push inside her. She wanted him, too. All restraint had been lost as soon as they were alone together. Who could refuse such a man as this? Such a man that her heart belonged to. Surely there could be nothing wrong with allowing him to take her innocence when so much love was between them. She nodded her head eagerly and Darcy pinned her against the door and slid his cock inside her.

  She pulled the skirts of her clothing up as Mr. Darcy’s cock teased her insides. She bit her lips as he entered her inch by lovely inch. When he was almost fully seated, she felt a slight pinch and she gasped. Mr. Darcy stilled. “Am I hurting you, love? I will stop if you need me to.” His hands trembled around her. There was no way she would stop him now, just when he was reaching the point that her body craved.

  She shook her head. “No, Fitzwilliam. I am well. Please, continue. I am lost in this, but I long to feel you take pleasure in me.”

  He kissed her neck, and then reaching up, pulled at her ear and then nibbled it. He retreated and then slowly and languidly pressed into her repeatedly until her body accepted him and his body nestled inside hers, her walls clinging to him.

  She grabbed his backside, digging the tips of her fingers into his flesh. “Mr. Darcy,” she said. The need returning inside her. “I’m overcome with pleasure. Please make me feel the way I did before. Please.”

  He retreated and then slammed into her. She cried out at the same time his movements rattled the door behind her.

  “Again,” she said.

  He repeated himself time and time again, driving Elizabeth higher and higher. He slammed into her core and rubbed his body against her nub. She met his movements with her own. She found his lips in the dark and tasted them in passion as he quickened his heavy strokes within her. Elizabeth grabbed the back of his head and forced his lips to her nipple and then moaned as he pulled and pulled, taking from her what he needed, but also rewarding her with pings of pleasure.

  Every last spark of fire he pulled from her traveled between her legs until she was pulsing with want. Mr. Darcy’s movements became frenzied as her moans and sighs hurried from her. His hot mouth still over her nipple, he drove inside her at the same time he pulled her hips down. Elizabeth screamed. The tip of his cock hit a most pleasureful point deep inside her he had yet to hit before. He did it again and again until Elizabeth couldn’t think. She met him stroke for stroke, slamming her own body down on top of his as he suckled her first nipple and then moved onto the next.

  “Yes, give me…give me,” she moaned.

  Mr. Darcy’s frantic movements turned quick and shattering. His short strokes intensified the volcano building inside her until he yelled and slammed his hard cock inside her one last time. His hot seed emptied inside her and once she felt it seeping through her insides, her world broke apart. She squirmed against him, milking him for everything he had until his hardness had given her everything it could.

  He pulled away, their breaths mingling, and cupped her cheek. “We may have to tell your relations sooner rather than later. In fact, I think we should marry straight away. Maybe within a fortnight?”

  Elizabeth’s breaths still sawed through her and his words did nothing to calm her. She wanted nothing more than to feel this way again with her beloved. She could find endless hours of enjoyment doing this very act time and time again.

  Darcy’s brows furrowed. “Please tell me I am to still have you, Elizabeth?” He set her down on her feet, his cock slipping from her. She felt empty as the tip retreated. His frown increased. “I have not overstepped, have I? I know I let my passions get away with me, but I believed you were enjoying me.”

  “I did,” she hastened to say. “I enjoyed that very much. I am just distraught that after I tell you what I must that you may not want me anymore.”

  He moved her shift up and then put her dress back in place. “Pray tell me, what is it? Though I assure you nothing could make me change my mind. You have touched my heart and soul, dearest, loveliest, Elizabeth.”

  Elizabeth’s cheeks warmed. She fretted over her lip. “I had a letter from Jane yesterday with some concerning news. Lydia is soon to be wed to an officer whom you are acquainted with.”

  He stilled his movements of buttoning his pants back up and arranging his shirt. He took a deep breath and leveled his gaze at his soon to be wife. “I can only guess you mean to tell me your younger sister will soon wed Mr. Wickham?”

  Unable to form words, Elizabeth nodded. Then, pausing briefly, she said, “I will give you no ill will if you wish to turn me and my relations out of the house for such an indiscretion.”

  Mr. Darcy took Elizabeth’s chin in his hand and made her look at him. “You have bewitched me, Elizabeth. I would not care if your sisters all married Mr. Wickham’s. We are to be together as husband and wife for the rest of our lives. Do you think I would so easily turn my back on you? You must not be aware of the depth of my feelings. Believe me when I say that absolutely nothing could make me want you any less. I am taken with you, Lizzy.” He smiled and Elizabeth’s heart soared. “We are to find my sister now and then we are going into the drawing room to tell our good news to everyone. I will, of course, write your father a letter to obtain his permission, but I don’t think that should stop us from telling our dear friends how happy we are.”

  He took her hands and kissed them one by one. His eyes glittered with emotion as he stared at her. Then, he tucked her hand in the crook of his arm and they walked from the library determined that nothing should ever come between the most deepest love imaginable, for no one ever loved a woman as much as Mr. Darcy loved Elizabeth.

  THE
END

  Happily Diverted

  A Pride & Prejudice Sensual Retelling

  Chapter 1

  It is a truth universally acknowledged that a fine line lay between love and hate, and no one felt it more acutely than Mr. Darcy when it came to Elizabeth Bennet. Her stay at Netherfield during her sister’s illness opened his eyes to not only her fine figure and eyes, but her wit, her accomplishments, and her ability to charm herself into mutual conversation. He had never met anyone before who could battle him with words like she could.

  With her in the room and her sister much recovered, he had a hard time concentrating on the book in his hands. His mind kept venturing off into what Elizabeth Bennet’s skin must feel like, how her hair would look upon her shoulders. He was glad to see the lines in her forehead had dissipated with the recovery of her most beloved sister. It had pained him to see the concern on her face and selfishly, he longed for her to spend more time in company with them, then upstairs in her sister’s room. Unfortunately, her presence had made Miss Bingley even more displeasing than normal.

  “Miss Eliza Bennet,” Miss Bingley said, “let me persuade you to follow my example, and take a turn about the room. I assure you it is very refreshing after sitting so long in one attitude.”

  How could Darcy bear it? He smirked at Miss Bingley’s obviousness, pretending he was reading an amusing line in his book. Surely, Miss Bingley thought her elegant figure would win out over Elizabeth Bennet’s, but that was not the case. Losing his resolve, he set his book down and observed the two ladies. Elizabeth’s mind and demeanor made up for whatever genteelness she was lacking, though from Darcy’s observation, he could not find anything wanting in Miss Bennet’s figure in comparison to Miss Bingley’s. He was enthralled by her. She captured him again and again, and with none of the annoying attempts that Miss Bingley had resorted to.

  As if on cue, Miss Bingley asked him to join them for a turn about the room. “I am very well here, thank you. I can but only imagine two motives for your choosing to walk up and down the room together. With either of them, my joining would interfere.”

  “What ever do you mean, Sir?” cried Caroline Bingley. Then to Elizabeth, she asked, “Do you at all understand him?”

  “Not at all,” Elizabeth said, “but depend upon it, he means to be severe on us, and our surest way of disappointing him, will be to ask nothing about it.”

  Mr. Darcy smiled. Surely, she was his match in every single way. If it weren’t for everyone else in the room, he would be happy to take a turn with her. He longed to be close to her. They had done enough flirting, he wanted to make his intentions known.

  When Miss Bingley inquired to what their motives might be, he answered honestly and without letting Elizabeth’s gaze go. “You either choose this method pf passing the evening because you are in each other’s confidence and have secret affairs to discuss, or because you are conscious that your figures appear to the greatest advantage in walking; if the first, I should be completely in your way; and if the second, I can admire you much better as I sit by the fire.”

  Elizabeth’s face blazed, her cheeks turning a wonderful shade of pink as Darcy eyed her. He wished he could run his fingers along her fine skin there. He longed to see if her skin was as hot as it appeared.

  He blinked as Miss Bingley’s voice broke his reverie. “How shall we punish him for such a speech?” she asked.

  Elizabeth squared her shoulders. There was teasing in her eyes as they flashed at him, begging him to continue their verbal sparring. “Nothing so easy, if you have but the inclination. We can all plaque and punish one another. Tease him—laugh at him. Intimate as you are, you must know how it is to be done.”

  So, Elizabeth had also caught on to Miss Bingley’s thinly veiled attempts to lure Darcy into praising her and she meant to tease him about it. Surely, she could tell that he never gave into her. There was only one woman in the room who deserved his affection, and it certainly was not Miss Bingley. He respected her for her brother’s sake, but that was all.

  “I do assure you,” Miss Bingley said, “that my intimacy has not yet taught me that. Tease calmness of temper and presence of mind. No, no. It ought not to be attempted.”

  “Mr. Darcy is not to be laughed at!” cried Elizabeth. “That is an uncommon advantage, and uncommon I hope it will continue, for it would be a great loss to me to have many such acquaintance. I dearly love to laugh.”

  Mr. Darcy bowed. “I would not wish to diminish any pleasure of yours, Miss Bennet, and Miss Bingley has given me credit for more than can be as I am sure you have well apprehended during your study of me. I have many faults indeed, but I hope they are not in understanding.”

  Noticing her brother in deep conversation with Miss Bennet, and no one paying any attention to her, Miss Bingley changed the subject. “By the bye, Charles, are you really serious in meditating a dance at Netherfield? I would advise you, before you determine on it, to consult the wishes of the present party; I am much mistaken if there are not some among us to whom a ball would be rather a punishment than a pleasure.”

  “If you mean Darcy,” cried her brother, “he may go to bed, if he chooses, before it begins, but as for the ball, it is quite a settled thing.”

  Still smiling at Elizabeth, Darcy said, “I assure you, I do not intend to go to bed during the ball. I believe I may have found a new enjoyment in it.”

  Before Elizabeth could even let Mr. Darcy’s statement sink in, Jane began to cough. She slipped out of Caroline’s arm and made her way to her sister. Bingley fretted around her, but the fit was soon over. Jane repeatedly apologized for any trouble she had caused while Elizabeth insisted she take her sister to bed. Perhaps they had pushed her sister too far that evening and she did not wish her sister to degenerate.

  Mr. Darcy’s heart sank. He did not think he could bear another evening without Miss Bennet to converse with. He was in very great danger indeed. With that thought, he insisted on seeing the sisters to Jane’s room. They denied him, but he would not relent. Even Bingley, as affable as he was, looked put out he had not thought of the scheme first. He could only help insist that his friend accompany the women upstairs to make sure they were settled well. For Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst, they were glad to get rid of them, and began immediately discussing when the two Bennet sisters would leave Netherfield as soon as the party of three were up the stairs.

  Mr. Darcy walked behind the Miss Bennet’s. Jane really did seem quite recovered and perhaps the coughing fit downstairs was just but a minor setback. Whatever it was, it gave him reason to be alone with the younger sister. Mr. Darcy waited outside Miss Bennet’s room as the maid and Elizabeth made her as comfortable as possible. With candle in one hand, he leaned against the wall. The door opened and he stood up straight.

  “Mr. Darcy,” Elizabeth exclaimed. Then, lowering her voice to a whisper, she said, “I had no idea you would be waiting out here.”

  “Is Miss Bennet well settled? Is there anything she needs?”

  A small smile spread across her face. The shadows the candle cast made her look exquisitely mysterious and Darcy moved closer for a better view. Elizabeth looked up at him. “I believe she is comfortable for the moment. Thank you for your attentiveness, Sir. It is much appreciated.”

  “With understanding such as yours, you can guess my motive for accompanying you up here,” Darcy ventured.

  If he was not mistaken, her cheeks colored. “Is it not to escape from the attentions of Miss Bingley?” she teased.

  “That would be one happy result, but there is still another that I am more wishful for.”

  “Is it that my sister’s illness has suddenly overtaken you and awakened feelings for her? If that be the case, I do wish to tell you that you should consult with your friend on the subject. I believe he is very well taken with my sister, and since he was first, he may have something to say to you on the subject.”

  Mr. Darcy smiled. “Though I respect your sister and wish her health, I confess sh
e was not the reason I joined you up the stairs.”

  “So, there is something more demanding than that? Hmm.” Elizabeth fretted over her lip. Darcy eyed it with curiosity. “I am sure you have finally stumped me, Mr. Darcy.”

  “I am sure I have not, Miss Bennet. You only wish to tease me more by acting thusly.”

  “You would have me seem as if I trifle with you, Sir. I do not believe that is the case.”

  Mr. Darcy closed the distance between them. He longed for his lips to do the work now that their talking had done enough. He reached out and touched her cheek. She smiled and moved into his touch. “You are too kind then to act this way, Miss Bennet. Your stay here has awakened me to your charms and recommendations. You must allow me to have you.”

  “What a scandalous way to express yourself, Mr. Darcy, and in your friend’s home. What could you mean by it?”

  “Perhaps I cannot think of propriety when you are around. My body hums around you. All rational thought ceases to exist and there is only you.”

  Mr. Darcy reached up and clasped his free hand behind Elizabeth’s neck. He brought her forward and pressed his lips against hers. She melded with him willingly. He pressed her to him and she yielded. He tasted her lips, her flaming skin, the hollow spot behind her ear. She was as delicious as he’d hoped. He would have stayed there tasting her if it weren’t for the maid finally leaving Miss Bennet’s room.

  Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth sprung apart as soon as they heard the door rattle. Elizabeth hid a giggle as Mr. Darcy, in his most authoritative tone, asked if Miss Bennet was sleeping. The servant replied that she was and Mr. Darcy dismissed her.

  After her steps retreated down the stairs, Elizabeth let her laugh out. “You were too severe upon her. It was not her fault what she was interrupting.”