Elizabeth let out a sharp cry of relief. “I worried I would never hear you say that again,” she whispered happily through her tears.
Darcy merely pressed her close, so their two hearts were beating against each other, and held her until Elizabeth recovered and started placing featherlight kisses along his neck. Then he released her and sat back on his heels, his eyes dark. “You’re feeling better?”
Elizabeth nodded uncertainly.
Darcy’s mouth curled into a wicked smile. “Good, because we have some unfinished business, my love.” He returned to kissing her while slowly working her sundress up. When he stopped kissing her to pull it over her head, Elizabeth cooperated by extending her arms. She didn’t know what he was up to, but she recognized that expression on his face and knew whatever it was, she would enjoy it.
Darcy tossed the dress aside and returned his gaze to Elizabeth. Slowly his eyes traveled up her form, observing every inch of her body. Elizabeth assisted by sitting up in the chair, pushing her breasts forward and spreading her legs. She felt very sexy as she watched him examine her with his eyes, still fully dressed.
She hoped he was excited by what he found: Elizabeth was wearing under the dress a strapless hot pink bra and matching satin panties. He reached out to touch the soft satin and compare it to the smoothness of her skin. “You’re beautiful, Elizabeth,” he murmured as he returned to her lips.
Elizabeth closed her eyes and let his mouth devour hers, delighting in the feel of his suit fabric against her bare skin. She sighed softly as Darcy’s hands cupped her breasts, squeezing and massaging them until she whimpered with need, then she gasped in relief as his hand slipped into her bra to touch her skin. “Better?” he whispered, his warm breath in her ear.
Elizabeth nodded and reached behind her and quickly unfastened the bra, eager to be free of it. Darcy wasted no time in grasping both breasts in his hands, as he kissed her deeply.
“Lizzy, I’ve been wanting to touch you like this all day. Your breasts are so soft and full. You’re so beautiful.”
Elizabeth whimpered slightly.
“Stand up, Lizzy.”
Elizabeth didn’t want the pleasure to stop, but he repeated his request, so she stood, leaning a hand on his shoulder for support. As she stood, Darcy’s hands slid down her sides to the full curve of her hips and he hooked the panties with his thumbs. Smoothly he drew them down until she was completely naked before him. He worshiped her with his eyes, overflowing with admiration and desire. Gently he eased her back into the chair and moved forward, placing himself between her legs.
“Dearest?” he asked. Elizabeth watched him, her eyes locked on his, like she was mesmerized. “Do you remember what I told you before?” Gently he placed his hands on her thighs and pushed her legs apart.
Elizabeth felt her breath coming in short gasps. She watched his eyes as he lowered his face to her core. When she felt his lips brush her, her eyes shut and her head slowly tipped back. Darcy’s hand continued to push her legs apart and she was more than willing to cooperate, opening herself wide to him. She shuddered as his tongue lapped at her, tasting her sweetness.
“Lizzy,” his deep voice called to her. Raggedly Elizabeth opened her eyes and looked up at him. “My love, you taste delicious.” Her gut tightened at his words. “I want to watch you. Look at me.”
Elizabeth watched him as he returned to her. She saw him watching her reaction to his every touch. She felt particularly excited by the experience and experimented by letting more of her enjoyment show in her actions and expressions. She was pleased to see him respond with greater excitement. On and on it went, with her giving and receiving more of his pleasure. She could feel the tension building and knew she was getting close. Her hand slipped down and her fingers tangled in his hair as she held him tightly against her and let her pleasure show in her eyes. Then she was in the white place, as her excitement crested and it happened, waves of pleasure rocked her body as her hips bucked against him.
Her nails bit into her palms as she struggled against her screams. Then the waves faded away and she slumped in the chair.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice rough, as he rose to his feet.
Elizabeth nodded, not having breath enough to speak.
He smiled hungrily, bent down, and scooped her up into his arms. Her head lolled like a rag doll as he carried her the few steps to his bed. “Rest now,” he told her as he laid her down on her bed.
Elizabeth watched through her lashes as he quickly stripped off his clothes. She was fascinated as the refined philanthropist was ripped away and the earthy rock god emerged. Standing before her, she gasped at his pure beauty, his pale skin glowing in the soft moonlight.
“Do you like what you see?” he asked, his voice a deep growl.
Elizabeth smiled guiltily. “Very much so,” she whispered lustfully.
“What would you like?”
“I want you on top of me, inside of me. I want to feel you.”
Moving with catlike grace, he crawled onto the bed until he was directly over her. Elizabeth reached out and touched his flesh, firm and warm beneath her fingertips.
“Lie on me, love. Let me feel you.”
His lips brushed hers as he lowered himself on top of her.
“Oh yes, yes,” she cried happily. “You feel so good.” Elizabeth relished the feeling of his weight pressing her down. She had longed for this feeling for so long. She opened herself to him, and with agonizing slowness he entered her.
“Lizzy, I don’t know how long—”
“Yes, yes, don’t stop.”
He kissed her, his mouth sealing hers as he thrust deeper into her. She crooned low in her throat as every thrust brought him deeper inside, increasing her pleasure. Once fully inside, he reached down, cupping her ass in his hands. Elizabeth’s eyes popped open with the astonishing feelings, and her cries increased in pitch and volume. Over and over he pulled her to him as he buried himself as deep as he could go.
Elizabeth was helpless, going along with the ride as he drove himself to his release, and it was the wildest ride she could imagine. She reveled in the sensations of him, surrounding, filling, dominating her. She was his, body and soul. Soon cries she couldn’t control were pouring from her lips and her body was wracked by the pleasure that engulfed her.
Somewhere in her awareness, she felt him growing larger inside of her and she knew his climax was near. She squeezed him as tightly as she could and with the next thrust the orgasm that had been building inside of her exploded. Darcy’s own climax added to her pleasure and their frantic movements gradually slowed and stopped. Darcy wrapped his long arm around her shoulders and gently rolled them to their sides as Elizabeth snuggled her head against him and caught her breath.
Once again, their hearts were beating against each other, and Elizabeth felt whole for the first time since she could remember. His bare skin touched hers all over, and she felt loved and happy.
Eventually, Darcy heaved a huge sigh and kissed her sweaty forehead. “Why is sex with you so amazing?” he asked, his voice warm, loving, and exhausted.
Elizabeth lifted her head and chuckled at him. “I thought it was you that was making it amazing.”
Darcy grinned back at her and they pressed their foreheads together. “Are you okay?” he asked.
Elizabeth nodded and then answered, “Tired.” She relaxed in the warm circle of his arms, resting her head on his shoulder, and found herself crying.
“Love?” Darcy gasped.
“I’m sorry.” She smiled brokenly through her tears. “I’ve just been longing for this and trying to duplicate the feeling of sleeping in your arms for the last two weeks, and now I’m here—” She broke off as the sobs overwhelmed her.
Darcy pulled her close and let her cry out her pain as he gently stroked her back, kissing her hair and murmuring soft words of love in her ear. “It’s okay, Lizzy, it’s okay,” he soothed her. His words were slow, as if unwilling to admit them. “I understand. The pain you suffered is too strong to face alone. But you can face it now, because we’re together. We can both face it now.”