Page 71 of Elizabeth Bennet Says Yes to Mr. Darcy

He laid me down carefully, then remained standing.

“You're still dressed,” I protested.

A dark gleam passed through his eyes.

“Would you like me not to be?”

I blushed but held his gaze.

“Yes.”

He removed his trousers and the rest of his clothing.

I looked at him.

The sight of his naked body intimidated me more than I'd anticipated. He was large everywhere, powerful, and his hard cock seemed both fascinating and daunting. He made no attempt to hide from my gaze.

“Does this frighten you?” he asked.

“A little.”

“We won't go further than you want.”

He lay down beside me without positioning himself over me. His hand caressed my belly, then rose to my breast.

“I want to continue,” I said. “I just want to understand how…”

“I'll prepare you. There may be some pain, but I'll do everything to make it brief.”

His lips found mine again. His hand slid slowly down my belly, stopping above the triangle of hair between my thighs.

“May I touch you here?”

Modesty ordered me to close my legs. Desire made them part slightly.

“Yes.”

His fingers slipped between my thighs.

The first caress made me start. He didn't push inside immediately. He traced the sensitive folds, found a spot that sent a surge of pleasure through me, and returned to it with steady gentleness.

“Fitzwilliam…”

“Does this feel good?”

“Yes.”

My voice no longer sounded like my own.

He continued, watching my every reaction. The heat gathered, building into an almost painful tension. I moved against his hand without knowing what I was seeking. His lips traveled over my neck, my breasts, my mouth.

A finger slid slowly inside me.

I tensed.

“Gently,” he murmured. “Breathe.”

He waited until my body relaxed, then resumed his caresses. The pleasure returned, deeper now, mingled with the sensation of his finger inside me. When he added a second, the stretch felt strange but less frightening than I'd imagined.