and crawled in beside her.
Elizabeth rested her head on his chest, listening to the soothing sound of his heartbeat. One of his hands stroked her back while the other covered her hand as it rested on his chest.
They rested together silently for what felt like a long time, each of them reflecting silently, Darcy kissing the top of her head, Elizabeth kissing his chest. Darcy heard her giggle and looked down to see her fingers lightly fanning over his chest. “What are you doing?” he asked, his voice relaxed and amused.
Elizabeth looked up at him, her eyes dancing with mirth. “I’m playing your lyre,” she replied with a wicked grin.
He lifted his eyebrows. “Are you now?”
“Hmm mmm,” she replied, her fingers dancing lightly over the tiny ink strings on his chest. “I love this,” she told him with artless honesty.
Darcy felt his heart swelling as a sweet sensation of rightness overcame him. Never in all his fantasies could he have imagined it would be like this, that making love to Elizabeth would be so intense, or that she would touch him so deeply. She pressed her face to his tattoo and tenderly kissed the spot directly over his heart. Darcy could feel his flesh and his very soul being branded by her lips. He squeezed her tightly and said, “Thank you.”
“Thank you,” she replied. “That was…” She smiled, not having words to express her experience. “I’ve never had it like that before.”
“Neither have I,” he told her sincerely as his fingers lightly brushed her hair from her face. “But I knew it would be special for us.”
Elizabeth nodded as she found herself in agreement with him. “Me too,” she giggled and rolled onto her back. “Oh!”
“What?” he asked as he followed her roll, to end up lying half on top of her.
“I think I’m going to have a problem when I go. My clothes,” she grinned, “got kind of damaged.”
“Oh, that’s no problem,” he smiled, his hand stroking the muscles of her arm with featherlight touches.
“No?” Elizabeth asked as she yielded to temptation and nibbled on his yummy dimple.
“Who said anything about you leaving?” he intoned with mock seriousness and wigging eyebrows.
Elizabeth laughed, drunk from the pleasure she had received and the closeness of him now. With a contented sigh, she rubbed her nose against his neck and let her head fill with his delicious scent.
“Seriously, Elizabeth,” he said in a subdued tone. “I would like it if you stayed tonight,” he told her, his expression curiously vulnerable.
Elizabeth reached up and rubbed the frown from between his eyebrows. She remembered the pain he had shared with her earlier and she felt her heart go out to him. “I’m not going anywhere,” she told him softly.
She could see the relief on his face as he bent down to kiss her. She found it a delightful sensation. “Why didn’t we do this before?” he asked, once again playful.
Elizabeth yawned. “I don’t know.”
He turned Elizabeth on her side and spooned snugly beside her. “Neither do I, but I don’t think it matters now, does it?” he asked sleepily.
Elizabeth grinned and shook her head. She tried to go to sleep but something bothered her. “The lights are still on in the hall.”
“So?”
Chuckling, she rose and shut them off, gathering their clothing in the process. She realized that he lived alone and this was probably unnecessary, but old habits died hard. Quickly she hurried back to the bedroom and his bed.
Darcy bundled her close to him and planted a kiss on her ear before dropping off. Elizabeth smiled in contentment and surrendered to her emotional and physical exhaustion.
Elizabeth felt great as she awoke. She smiled cheerfully, stretched her legs, and snuggled closer to the warmth beside her. A hand rested on her cheek and she felt a kiss on her lips.
“Good morning,” the owner of the delicious warmth said. “You seem happy.”
Elizabeth’s smile grew wider. “I am.” She opened her eyes to find Darcy looking at her with amusement. “What?” she asked indignantly.
He laughed and kissed her lightly. “I’ve just never seen you so happy in the morning before.”
Elizabeth kissed him back. “Well, I did have the most gorgeous sleep,” she replied, sighing luxuriously. “Thank you.”
Darcy grinned lustily. “Glad to have been of service.” He reached out and kissed her, pulling her body close. “God, you feel good,” he exclaimed as his hands traced her soft curves.
“Hmmmm, so do you.” She reached down to stroke the erection that was pressing into her stomach. “Do you mind?” she asked as she gently indicated where she would like him to go.
“Not at all,” he breathed as he mounted her. “I didn’t want to bother you.”
Elizabeth sighed as he slid home. “Oh, such a bother.” She closed her eyes and delighted in the sensation that was him. She loved his smell, and the soft grunts he made when he thrust into her. However this time it was different. This wasn’t the frantic hell-for-leather ride of last night. It was slow and exacting. As he grew larger and deeper within her, his movements became smaller and more precise. She grasped his shoulders as her excitement built inside of her. She remembered how many times she had longed for this, to feel his weight on top of her and his cock buried deep inside of her. He breathed her name in her ear and she was gone.
Darcy watched her come beneath him, her head tipped back, her body grasping his, and he gave up. The pleasure he had been holding back enflamed inside of him, she was so wet, so tight. He gave himself over to the sweet pleasure that was Elizabeth and rode her to his release.
When he caught his breath, he rolled with Elizabeth to their side. “You are amazing,” he told her.
Elizabeth grinned, looking quite pleased. “I know.”
He smiled at her contemplatively as he reached out and stroked her hair, locking this image of her into his memory. “What?” Elizabeth asked, puzzled by his “deep thoughts” look.
Darcy shook his head dismissively. “I’ll tell you later.” He sat up smoothly. “Do you want to start getting cleaned up? I have to do something.” Elizabeth nodded and stretched her arms over her head as she openly stared at Darcy’s perfect body as he left the room, still stark naked.
The massive bed was suddenly unappealing without Darcy in it, so Elizabeth rose and went to the large bathroom off the bedroom. It was bright and sunny, yet private, with a toilet, double vanity, sunken tub, and a separate shower enclosure. She relieved herself and was hunting around for a toothbrush when she heard Darcy’s knock.
“Come in!” she replied.
He entered, still naked and looking exceptionally pleased with himself.
“Do you have a toothbrush I can use?” Elizabeth asked.
He pulled a purple one, still in its wrapper, out of a drawer. “For you.”
“Thank you,” Elizabeth grinned as she opened the package and started to use it. Darcy came up close behind her and wrapped his arms around her middle, staring at their reflection in the large mirror. Elizabeth’s breasts were full and round, brushing his upper arm.
“You seem happy,” she observed around her toothbrush.
“I am,” he told her. “I’ve waited so long for this, to see you like this, to touch you.” He smiled and hugged her tight. “It was amazing to wake up with you.”
Elizabeth leaned forward as far as she could and spit out her toothpaste. She was a little embarrassed, but Darcy didn’t seem to mind. She leaned back and kissed him over her shoulder, leaving a trace of toothpaste on his lips.
“Is that coffee I smell?” she asked as a familiar scent hit her. Darcy smiled and nodded slowly to her. “For me?”
“Well, I’m certainly not going to drink it.”
Elizabeth smiled gratefully then looked down. “I didn’t think you would have any in the house. I know you don’t drink it.”
“No, I don’t,” he said as he started brushing his teeth. “But my assistant does, and my cousin does, and,” he stopped, spit out his toothpaste, and stared at her eyes in the mirror, “my lover does.”
