by Sophia Grace
His hand made slow circles over her skirts, gripping and releasing the muslin in turn. She did not know what came over her, but she shifted until his hand stilled over the spot between her legs. He broke the kiss with a deep groan. “I cannot tell you how many times I thought of this.”
Pink colored her cheeks. She had felt the same, writhed in her bed late at night with the thought of his touch on her.
She moved closer, angling her hips up. Even through her skirts, she felt his touch right where she throbbed.
“Elizabeth,” he said, his voice deep with a thin warning.
She didn't know how to put her thoughts into words, but she said, if somewhat incoherently, “The way I see it, Fitzwilliam, we have loved one another for a very long time...”
He swallowed. The clear definition of his Adam's apple bobbed up and down before he moved solidly into her.
She gasped at the length of him hard against her stomach. Jane, even for all her shyness, had told her a few things about this moment. Things that kept her up at night thinking about Darcy.
Mr. Darcy groaned as she slid against him. He pulled her behind a shrub and kissed her until she saw stars on the other side of her eyelids. His hand pulled at her skirts until he met the hem. He slipped his hand under, Elizabeth's muscles jumping as he maneuvered past her knee, over her thigh, until he met the fabric of her undergarment, and the soft, waiting skin underneath. Elizabeth cried out at the contact, her body tightening with anticipation.
“I can stop,” he said.
She shook her head vehemently.
He caressed her there, over the thin fabric. She moved with him, her body lifting higher and higher into an unknown feeling. Her breath came in short gasps as Fitzwilliam murmured soft things into her ear.
She clutched onto him, her body behaving as if it had its own mind. He stopped petting her, and she groaned in frustration. He kissed her forehead while he quickly snuck his hand under the top of her undergarment, meeting her flesh to flesh for the first time.
She froze, getting used to the feel of his skin on hers. Slowly, his hand moved lower and lower until the heat coming from between her legs reached a fever pitch. His fingers moved into her coarse hair and then parted her legs, exposing her to him.
“You are right, Elizabeth. We should have been doing this a long time ago.”
With that, he slid his finger into her. He stilled, a low moan escaping his lips as it slid in easily. He murmured something about being wet and then pulled his finger out only to plunge it inside her again. Her legs trembled, and she went limp at the sensations taking her over.
He captured her lips in a kiss again, his finger moving in and out of her, ratcheting her need up higher and higher. He paused again, only to slide two fingers inside her. She broke the kiss and let out a gasp. By this time, she was moving against him, the heel of his palm rubbing against her bundle of nerves.
“Oh, Fitzwilliam.” She had no words other than that. How could she even begin to describe what he was doing to her?
They locked gazes, and his fingers moved faster. She stared into his eyes and in there, she found everything she ever wanted. Her body moved with him, ratcheting her desire up higher and higher until she felt as if she were reaching the end. Her breath came out in raspy moans until she broke over the precipice. She held onto his hand and moved into him as her climax hit, her insides tightening around him. He devoured her scream with a kiss until they leaned against one another for support, their chests raising and lowering rapidly.
He kissed her forehead, then pulled his fingers from her before situating her undergarments and skirts back into place. He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her to him. “Elizabeth Bennet, you are mine. I won't let another day go by without making you feel how much I've wanted you all this time.”
Her heart soared. “I'd like that.”
“But first,” he said, giving her a sly grin. “I should go inside and ask your father for permission to marry you.”
Elizabeth chuckled. Knowing what they just did, perhaps they should have done that first, but there was no stopping them now.
Well, she thought, as they walked back into Netherfield. Mother was right about one thing. I am getting engaged tonight. And to her utter wonder, it was to the only man she promised herself she would marry.
Author Notes
Thank you so much for reading these short, sexy tales! I am a huge fan of Pride and Prejudice! I’m looking forward to writing more about Lizzy and Darcy, retelling their love story with some spice added in. :)
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When I felt her pussy begin to squeeze me harder and harder, her orgasm creeping up on her, I motioned for my wife to come in.
Two things happened at the same time, the sound of the glass door sliding and Natalie looking toward the sound as she screamed my name. "Mr. Cooper!"
Her walls spasmed around me. She tried to move away, but I held her there. "Stay," I said.
I rode out her orgasm until every last contraction. Natalie was understandably torn. She wanted to stay where the pleasure was, but she also wanted to get as far away from me as she could with Mrs. Cooper in the room.
With me slowly still pumping inside her tight pussy, Natalie said, "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Cooper. I don't know what came over us."
"Shh," I said as I quickened my pace. "Maybe Mrs. Cooper wants to watch."
Natalie gasped. "But—"
"Relax, Natalie," my wife said as she sat on the foot of the bed. She inched her hand closer to Natalie's hand and stroked it. "Did you have fun?"
In the mirror, I saw the nanny's eyes widen.
"God," I groaned gathering up speed. "She says she hears us at night. She said she wanted a fucking just like I give you."
I pulled Natalie up so her back was against my chest. Her voluptuous breasts were on full display and my wife's eyes glazed over in excitement.
I nestled my head into the crook of Natalie's neck. "Mrs. Cooper is going to get undressed now."
"W-why?"
"She wants to watch me come inside you, which by the way, Natalie, your hot, tight, little pussy is coaxing it out of me." I pulled her up and slammed her back down. We both cried out at the same time. "Mrs. Cooper's also going to touch you."
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He pulled me to his chest and then laid me down beside him on the bench seat, spreading my legs in the process and just feasting on me. Every now and then he reached out and ran his thumb down my pussy lips. He did this until I started to moan again. When I squirmed, he undid the buttons on his uniform and took it off, revealing a chiseled body underneath. When he rose up on his knees, my pussy spasmed and juices leaked out. He was like a fucking Greek God.
In one hand, he stroked his dick all the way from tip to ball sac. I reached down and stroked my clit. The picture was just too erotic to not touch myself.
"Your pussy is fucking perfect. I need a taste."
Quick like a cobra, he striked. I barely had any time to react before his tongue was on my clit. I pushed his head against me and held him there.
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Flynn reached out and played with the strap on Alexa's dress. "I know about you. I know a man has never made you come before. I know you have a job you hate. I know you have bigger dreams. I know you don't like feeling out of control. I know…" Flynn pushed the strap down on one shoulder and then the other. "…you're going to walk off this ship more sexy, more confident, more
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I pushed harder and swirled faster and finally, I was getting somewhere. I tilted my head back and bit my lip. The couch moved and my eyes flew open.
Lyndon stared down at me. "Don't you dare stop. I want to watch."
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