Fitzwilliam Darcy, Rock Star

“Oh,” she said, moved by the intensity in his eyes.

“You are the only one who is sharing my bed, Elizabeth. Don’t worry.”

Elizabeth’s cheeks flamed. She hadn’t realized she was that obvious and she was embarrassed.

Silently, Darcy walked around her and turned the shower on. “Is this hot enough?” he asked, moving aside for her.

Elizabeth was grateful he hadn’t said anything more. He seemed to understand her uneasiness. Elizabeth tested the water and then stepped in. It was very hot, just the way she liked it. Like Darcy, she giggled to herself. She watched him step in with her, still not quite able to believe this beautiful man had made love to her. The shower had a half-dozen heads mounted at different angles. Elizabeth was glad Darcy was here, because she would never have figured out the knobs and switches by herself.

“It’s not that complicated,” Darcy told her, seeming to read her mind. “I usually just use one shower head, but this is a special occasion.”

Elizabeth smiled uneasily. Darcy gently turned her away from him and started massaging her shoulders. “Talk to me,” he told her gently. “What’s bothering you?”

“I don’t know,” Elizabeth answered honestly.

“Is it me?”

“No,” she replied. “You’ve been amazing. It’s me, I guess. I just don’t have a lot of experience with this whole morning-after thing.” She felt herself blushing again. “I don’t know what I should do or say or when I should leave or what.”

Darcy moved her long mane of hair to the side and kissed the nape of her neck. “I love this spot on you. It’s very sexy,” he breathed as he dragged his lips slowly over it, and Elizabeth felt her pulse rising. “As for the rest of it,” Darcy continued, “I think we don’t need to worry about traditional roles, Elizabeth. You and I are different. We’re artists and we make up our own roles. We don’t live the everyday lives that other people do.” He kissed her again, his lips lingering on her neck. “And besides, I don’t have much practice at this morning-after thing either,” he said in a rush.

Elizabeth laughed, her tension ebbing away. She turned, twined her arms around his neck, and kissed him happily. “Thank you,” she grinned.

Darcy smiled back radiantly. “Any time. I want you to feel completely welcome here.”

“You do?”

He nodded, his expression pleasantly earnest. “I like having you here. It’s an experience I want to repeat.”

Elizabeth smiled, pleased that he had seemingly effortlessly relieved a number of her questions: Was this a one-night stand? Did he want her to leave? And so on.

Darcy reached behind her and picked up a plain white bar of soap. His eyes asked permission, which she silently gave, and she relaxed as his hands moved over her body. Slowly he washed her, starting with her arms then moving to her chest and tummy. She opened her eyes when he tickled her slightly and she shyly asked what he was thinking.

“I was thinking about all those times we were swimming together and I wanted to do this, to touch you all over.”

“You did?”

Darcy stopped and looked up at her, puzzled. “Of course, wasn’t it obvious with the way I was staring at you?”

Elizabeth looked away. “I thought you, I don’t know, I didn’t realize.”

Darcy stopped his careful bathing and stood up. “Lizzy, don’t you know I’ve been crazy about you for months?”

Elizabeth met his gaze with difficulty. “I’m not sure. I thought that you might like me, but you were so… I wasn’t sure.” She frowned then. “And then when George talked to me—”

“Stop!” Darcy told her, “You will not think about him in my shower.”

“But I was so wrong. I believed him, and I was so cruel to you.”

Darcy took her face in his large hands and gently forced her to look at him. “Lizzy, I told you before, it’s not your fault. George is a master at lying, and he knew that you would be the one I would care about. He knows me well enough to know that I would be attracted to you. That is why he targeted you.” Darcy kissed her lightly. “But it doesn’t matter now, does it?” He lifted an eyebrow to indicate their current setting and Elizabeth nodded.

She rose up on her toes and kissed him, opening to him the feelings that she couldn’t talk about yet. Darcy released her face to wrap his long arms around her body and pull her closer. Elizabeth was heady from the sensation of his bare wet skin against hers. She moved back and smiled wickedly as he became erect against her belly.

It was Darcy’s turn to be embarrassed. “I’m sorry, Lizzy. I don’t know what you do to me,” he told her. “If you want to go and—” The words died on his lips as Elizabeth, with large hungry eyes, sank to her knees and drew his hard cock into her mouth.

“Oh my God!” Darcy growled as she took her time, blissfully sucking and releasing, nipping his head and planting featherlight kisses on his balls. “Lizzy,” he moaned between labored breaths. “Damn it, Lizzy!”

In a rush Lizzy felt movement and found herself being lifted. Darcy took her and placed her on his lap as he sat on the bench that ran along the rear wall of the shower. “Oh?” she gasped, then Darcy thrust upward and entered her, and Elizabeth found that she was beyond intelligent conversation. Darcy was pleased to find this position left her breasts at the perfect height and he helped himself to her hard nipples, sucking and teasing them with his teeth.

Elizabeth buried her fingers in his thick, wet hair and arched herself back, trying to improve her position. She enjoyed the feelings of Darcy inside of her, and his mouth was making her lose her mind. She raised her hands over her head, stretching herself against him, allowing herself to savor the full length of him. He suckled harder as she ground herself into him. She could hear him moaning softly as she felt herself getting closer. She felt sexy and wicked, enjoying the knowledge that literally the sexiest man she knew couldn’t get enough of her. Finally she exploded in a fantastic rush. Darcy’s hands clamped tightly to her hips as he pounded himself into her. Elizabeth relished the sinful feeling of his body slamming against her again and again until she felt him pause and then come in her with a ragged gasp.

They separated, Darcy sitting on the bench, and Elizabeth, panting, leaning heavily against the wall. When he could speak, Darcy said, “I’m sorry, Lizzy. I promise someday I’ll make love to you properly.”

Elizabeth looked at him disbelievingly. “What was wrong with that?”

He grinned shyly. “I want to taste you.”

“Oh,” Elizabeth smiled wantonly, “I’m sure we can arrange that.” Together they washed, deciding that washing themselves would be a safer course of action, and soon tumbled out of the shower in a wet, happy, steamy pile.

Darcy took great delight in drying her off, while Elizabeth took her own turn drying his back. When they entered the bedroom, Elizabeth was pleased to see Darcy had laid out her shorts and a Slurry T-shirt. As she dressed, she giggled. “I guess it’s official. I’m a Slurry groupie now.”

Darcy looked at her, his eyes lingering over her unbound breasts, which were plainly outlined by the T-shirt. “No, you are the Slurry groupie,” he said lustfully.

“I hope that doesn’t mean I have to do the whole band,” she replied, deadpan.

“Oh no!” Darcy said playfully. “No sharing.”

He led her to the kitchen area and let her fix her coffee while he operated the remote and opened the shades.

As the morning light flooded the room, Elizabeth looked around in surprise. In everything that had happened the night before, she had never really seen Darcy’s home. “Will,” she breathed, admiration apparent in her voice, “this is amazing. Look at the view!” She stepped to the far end of the living area where there were windows on three walls. “This is so beautiful,” she told him.

He looked at her, his face an expression of pride and joy. “I’ve wanted to bring you here, to share this with you for so long, Elizabeth.”

Elizabeth was touched and she hugged him close. “Tell me what I’m looking at.”