I saw one eyebrow raised up. “But, Lady Catherine—” he started, but he stopped. “It is possible,” he continued, with a rueful smile at me, “that she is not infallible on all points.”
I waited as he looked at me.
“Doyouwant to go so fast?” I asked.
He flicked his eyes down my body.
“No,” he said. “I enjoy this particular activity and I would like if I could lengthen the delightful sensations.”
“Well,” I smiled. “Let’s try it that way then.”
“All right,” Mr. Collins said.
I saw him hesitate. “Should we try that next Friday night?” he said.
I felt shy suddenly, looking down and brushing an invisible speck off of the bed.
“Or we could try it now,” I offered diffidently.
Since he was already on his back, I rolled over, settling myself a bit awkwardly on top of him.
He let out a shaky breath and tightened his hands on my hips. I started to lower myself onto his already-hard length.
He was a big man everywhere: towered over everyone he met, big, ear-splitting smile, big arms, thick, wide body, big hands, and his thick length was no exception.
I gasped a bit as I lowered myself carefully onto him, making sure to go slowly so my body could stretch to accommodate him.
“What mode of locomotion would you prefer next?” he asked, but I saw him start to breathe faster.
I said nothing, but started to move, experimenting carefully to see which angle was most enjoyable.
I felt his arms lightly stroking my back and sides, and I felt suddenly adored.
He did mean what he said about me!
I began to feel the same familiar pressure in my core, heat running across my chest and down my spine.
But this time he didn’t rush, and I set my own pace as I moved my hips over his, slowly at first, and then with speed.
Then, when I felt the pressure tighten painfully inside me, instead of it biting and tearing at me until I went to sleep, I felt the knot of pressure uncoil and burst with waves of pleasure so intense I gasped with relief.
William tightened his hands on me and I felt his release too.
I felt my body start to shake, and my arms suddenly felt as trembly as the calves’ foot jelly Lady Catherine was always recommending.
For once Mr. Collins said nothing at all, just pulled me gently down by the chin and kissed me.
10
“There is nothing more healthful than a family Christmas together, full of peace and the vast superiority of Rosings.”
-Lady Catherine de Bourgh
The next day we walked over to Rosings for Christmas dinner. It was a crisp, gorgeous winter day and my heart felt light and joyful, even though the tip of my nose was cold and pink.
Mr. Bingley pulled my husband aside as soon as he came in, laughing as he looked up at Mr. Collins.
“Just the fellow I wanted to see!” he said. “I need your help lifting—”
