When Darcy strode into his dressing room, he was annoyed
to find his valet, Abernathy, waiting in attendance.
Abernathy looked at his master and knew he should not have stayed, “Since it is your wedding night sir, I thought you might be in need of something extra.”
“No,” Darcy frowned, “I need nothing further. You may retire for the night. I will ring for you in the morning when I require you.”
“Very good, sir. I wish you a good evening,” was all Abernathy had to say before hastily exiting the room.
Darcy quickly stripped off all his clothes, grabbed his dressing gown and night shirt that had been laid out for him and walked naked into his bed chamber. He had been embarrassed to find his valet still present when he entered his dressing room. He had just kissed Elizabeth, his bride, and the evidence of his desire for her was visible on his body as he was fully aroused in anticipation of his wedding night. However, it was not proper to have his servant informed of his intentions.
What was he going to do for an hour?
As he laid his dressing gown and night shirt on the bed, he tried to determine how to orchestrate the seduction of his bride. He placed two chairs in front of the fire facing each other. They could comfortably converse with each other, at a chaste distance, hopefully easing the tension of what was about to happen.
He went back to stand in the middle of the room,
absentmindedly stroking his manhood as he surveyed that all was in
readiness. There was some fruit and
cheese and bread on the dresser in case they became hungry during the
night. A bottle of wine was open and
breathing to help relax them. Only a
couple of oil lamps were lit as most of the illumination was by candlelight
which gave a softer glow within the room.
were arranged on the table by the window and on the tables at either side of the bed. How his housekeeper arranged for such fresh, fragrant blossoms in the dead of winter was worth an extra something in her next pay packet.
Glancing at the night shirt on his bed, he smiled that Abernathy remembered to lay one out for him. He could not remember the last time he had worn a night shirt, or any piece of clothing, to bed. Abernathy had quit laying one out long ago – the man was a treasure. He had one hour to enjoy his nudity before he donned the night clothes of a gentleman and go to his wife. Even knowing
As his long fingers encircled his erection, he unconsciously walked toward the connecting door between their two bed chambers. He closed his eyes and pictured her standing before him, her hair flowing down her back and over her shoulders. Imagining her removing her dressing gown, he began to stroke himself harder. Her gown slipped off her shoulders. Lost in passion and lust, he called her name as his hand was beating harder and faster. He was almost there.
A feminine gasp was heard.
Darcy opened his eyes and there in front of him was his bride, in person. And here he was naked as the day he was born and stroking himself as if his life depended on it.
“OH!” he exclaimed in extreme embarrassment as he had been caught red-handed, as it were.
She was rooted to the spot, mortified at finding him in such a way. But then a look of horror appeared on
He quickly let go of himself and reached toward her. She looked about to faint.
Then he noticed tears streaming down her face. He couldn’t believe he had placed her in such a situation. He should have been wiser, not so selfish. Instead of trying to pleasure himself, he should have just splashed some cold water on his arousal and let it whither back to a less impressive size. If only he would have been wearing his robe, not that the garment would have succeeded in concealing anything, given the instensity of his arousal, but at least it would have covered it.
He went to touch her arm. She took a step back. She had such a sad and mournful look in her eyes.
Retreating back another step, she stated quietly, “Sir, I cannot believe our marriage has ended before it has begun. I love you so much, Fitzwilliam, but I do not believe I will ever be able to bear your children.” Pausing a moment as she tried to stem the flow of tears down her cheeks, she wiped her eyes and said, “And now you will want to annul our marriage.”
He stopped mid-step and looked at her tear-stained face. Furrowing his brows, he said “
She took a deep breath and lowered her eyes to his aroused manhood that was pointing up at her. “It will not fit into any orifice that I have in the lower part of my body.”
Darcy was dumbfounded at first and then following her line of sight to his manhood that was waving like a flag in all its glory, he realized what her mind had imagined. He quietly chuckled.
She looked at him in disbelief.
“I have heard stories of the pain of childbirth. My mother has five children and she has related to my sisters and I just how painful it can be,” she retaliated.
“Has no one else told you about what to expect in the marriage bed?” Darcy asked as he tried to find a way to ease the situation.
“My Aunt Gardiner said it could be a very pleasant experience if I trust in you. She said she believes you to be a caring and generous man and that you would make it an enjoyable experience for me and not do anything to harm me.” Then she rolled her eyes and slowly shook her head as she added. “But I do not see how it can be enjoyable if you try to shove something of that magnitude inside of me.”
Darcy nodded his head, “
“NO! I cannot. It is not proper.”
“Well, I must admit that I have seen the male form in paintings and sculptures in a museum and in books but your body is more magnificent that those specimens and much more on display, I dare say.”
When she finally looked into his eyes, he realized all the love she had for him and then he knew he could make everything right between them. He also saw admiration for his body as well as a bit of fear. He exhaled a sigh of relief as he then knew he could turn this situation into an intimacy with his wife that he desired but had not hoped for. He knew he would need to be direct and forthright with her and show her that there was nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed of in the scenario they found themselves in. After all, they were husband and wife and the naked human body along with its implied sexuality should no longer be a taboo subject; the intimacies of their marriage must be admired and adored but not feared.
“Then I will leave you to finish, please come to me when your suffering is relieved.” She gave him a saucy smile as she continued to take in his glorious body. She knew she must leave him while he was to do whatever it was he was going to do to relieve himself. However, she was curious as to a man’s body and how it functioned and was finding it difficult to avert her eyes from his body. She should look away. She should turn away and leave him but she found herself rooted to the spot hoping for some reason to stay and watch.
Darcy realized that everything he had to offer her was in full view and he needed to find a way to take advantage of this rather embarrassing situation in a position manner. Sensing that she seemed to be curious about his body and could not take her eyes from him, he decided to make the most of this opportunity. Smiling he said, “I will suffer more if you do not stay, you are my inspiration.” In a more serious tone, he continued, “
She was relieved that he was allowing her to stay; that he wanted her to watch and learn about him.
“First, I would like for you to remove your robe and
gown; I want to see you as nature intended you to be displayed. It will also
put us on equal footing.”
“Fitzwilliam!” she exclaimed. “I cannot!” It was one thing for him to be naked but she was not to that point yet. This was new to her and while she was eager, and a bit apprehensive, for this new experience, she had not thought of having to expose herself just yet.
“Yes, you can.” Darcy sent her such a yearning look that she unconsciously loosened the tie to her robe. “
“You mean to tell me that that is not a distraction?” She pointed to his erection.
“Yes,” he gently took her finger that was pointed at him and placed it on his penis. It jumped at her touch and she began to back away but he held her finger firmly to it. “See, it will not harm you.”
“It feels like velvet.” She tentatively stoked his tip. Boldly she encircled his tip with her hand and slowly slid it down his length as she had seen him do. “It is so firm and hard but with a softness, a gentleness.” This was not what she expected it to feel like. It was like touching the finest silk or a superior fur. She had never felt anything quite so exquisite.
She smiled up at him and he thought he would come right then and there. “
“Now, would you prefer to remove your clothes or would you rather that I do that for you?”
Sensing her predicament, Darcy rose from the chair, took her hand, and said, “There is nothing for you to make yourself uneasy about.” After guiding her to the chair opposite the one he had just vacated, he turned and sat down again. Spreading his legs and taking hold of himself, he slowly moved his hand up and down his length. “One of my fantasies while arousing myself is to imagine you before me, as you are now, removing your gown and baring yourself to me.”
Darcy’s need was increasing but he was not ready to give over to this incredible moment. His fantasy had come to life.
Her eyes were fixed on the movements of his hand upon his
shaft, fear still discernable in her eyes but her curiosity was beginning to
overcome that fear.
Hoping to distract her, he asked, “When you were alone in your bed at Longbourn, did you ever explore your body?”
Her face betrayed her. She had been caught out. She met his eyes and slowly nodded. Since their engagement she had spent time alone in her room examining her body to see what he would see when they were finally married. She had wondered whether he would like her in her nude state. Imagining his naked body, based on what little she knew of the masculine physique, she would have strange feelings overcome her and she would explore the parts of her body that had produced these feelings. Soon she realized that there was pleasure to be found in probing and exploring those specific parts of her anatomy. Each night before she went to sleep, she would spend time finding pleasure in her body that she hoped that her husband would be able produce once they were married.
“Then please sit down and show me what you did,” he requested.
She cautiously lowered herself onto the chair as she continuously watched him stroking himself. He realized that she was still reluctant so he let go of himself and slowly leaned forward, trying to conceal his manly parts from her view. Quietly, he asked, “Please touch your breast in the way that pleases you so that I know how to give you that pleasure later.”
Slowly raising her left hand to her right breast, she cupped it. Then she moved her fingers to her nipple and started to pinch it. As her excitement grew she closed her eyes as she imagined him touching her in such a way. It did not take long before she arched her back and moved her right hand between her legs and began to rub herself there.
Darcy smiled and leaned back as he watched
Realizing that he was near his own release, his attention
was drawn to his own body as he began to focus on accomplishinig his
relief. Groaning as he felt his climax
nearing, he reached over to grab a nearby handkerchief and covered himself to
catch his seed. When he was ready, he
closed his eyes and escatsy graced his mien as he cried out, “Oh, G-d,
As he leaned back to recover, he opened his eyes and saw that she had watched him reach his release. Her face was passive and he was beginning to be apprehensive of her reaction to what she had just witnessed. Relief washed over him as a small smile appeared on her face.
Seeing that he had evidently achieved his goal, she
stated, “I see you are no longer suffering on my behalf.”
“Indeed!” He gave her a mischievous grin. “And have you refreshed yourself?”
She giggled, “Indeed!”
They sat for several minutes viewing the beauty of the human form that was the other. Finally,
Darcy, puzzled at the question, looked into her eyes and asked, “Do I do what often?”
She pointed to his now diminished penis and said, “Relieve your suffering.”
He threw back his head and laughed. “Yes, quite often since I met you.”
“Really?” she looked as if she did not believe him.
“Yes, it began at Netherfield while you were there with Jane. After I retired for the evening, I would lie abed and think of you being several rooms away. My, how those imaginings aroused me! The fantasy you enacted tonight was born at that time.
“Then at Rosings it was more often. At night I would picture you in my bed. In the morning, after having dreamt of making love to you, I awoke so aroused that it hurt. Every time I visited you at the parsonage or met you in the grove, I had to rush back to my rooms at Rosings to remove the evidence of my desire for you.”
“The term is masturbating,” he supplied. “It means reaching physical satisfaction by one’s self. You performed the female version earlier when you were touching yourself.”
“Oh!” was all she could reply.
His honesty and forthright approach made her happy as it marked an
attitude that she had hoped they would adopt in their marriage. But to have it start at the beginning was
more than she could have ever anticipated.
While the subject was not easy to discuss in any circumstance, he
approached it without embarrassment putting her at ease. He did say that she had things to learn and
she was pleased her teacher was someone who not only she could trust but
trusted her enough to approach these topics openly and honestly and without
She felt slightly uncomfortable as her eyes rested on his organ as it began to swell. Lying flaccid upon him, his manhood was not so intimidating. Watching as his hand skillfully manipulated his shaft, she came to the realization that if he was going to stick that into her, it had to be hard and erect. While she had been anticipating him doing such to her, she had not expected him to be so large and was truly concerned as to whether or not it would fit inside her without too much pain.
She knew she was being naïve and silly. She trusted her husband implicitly. Had he not been open and honest with
her? Had he told her that he would do
nothing to hurt her? There was nothing to fear, he would not let any harm come
to her. But that little niggling of the
unknown caused her to unconsciously draw her knees up to her chin as she
wrapped her arms around her legs.
“Please do not do that, I do enjoy looking at you in your natural state,” he requested. He could see that her fears were beginning to overcome her and he wanted her to be open with him but he knew that he could not force her so he hoped that asking for her to do something simple for him would take her mind off of what was disturbing her.
Trying to determine the best way to get her into the bed, he soon
realized that he was playing with himself.
He was nervous and a bit anxious about what was to come and it was
causing him to stiffen. He removed his
hand to the arm of the chair, leaned back and crossed his legs so as not to
expose so much of himself to her. He sensed that either their nudity or his
increasing manhood was beginning to disturb her and he knew that he needed to
distract her to relieve her apprehension of the events to come. “I had not
imagined that our night would begin in such a manner but I am not disappointed
in the results thus far. You have proven
to be more than I had ever hoped for in a wife.”
“To catch my seed as not to make a mess,” he replied as he glanced at the table. “When I was a young man and starting to explore my body, I would crawl into my bed and would quite stain the sheets. I found this new hobby quite enjoyable and spent a prodigious amount of time in my bed until the maids complained. When word got back to my father, he took me aside and explained to me the impression I was leaving behind and told me how to be more discreet in my activities – hence the handkerchief.”
Darcy was finding it difficult to keep his erection at bay. He knew that she was still uneasy and he needed to distract her long enough to get her into his bed so that they could move on to the consummation of their marriage without her fears causing a set back to that proposition. Maybe if he could get her to arouse herself again it would take her mind off of his ever-increasing manhood until they could make it to the bed. He did not know if he could hold back much longer -- just watching her sit before him naked was taking its toll.
“You do not seem to be bothered by sitting here without your clothes,” she stated.
“Now she is talking about our nudity,” he thought. “Does she not know what she is doing to me?” Sitting with his legs crossed was becoming increasingly uncomfortable but it was the only way to hide her affect on him.
“Actually when I am in the privacy of my chambers, I am usually
unclothed. Clothing is restrictive to feeling free and uninhibited but is
necessary to protect the sensibilities of others. When I am here,” he indicated
his bed chamber, “I do not want to be restricted in any manner. This is the
place I am most myself. I would hope in the future that you would grace my bed
chamber in your current state as I want us to be free and unencumbered when we
are together here. We cannot hide anything from each other when we are thus. As
we have discovered, honest communication is the key to our happiness together,
and what is more honest than to be stripped bare?”
“Mr. Darcy, free and unencumbered and unrestricted?”
Darcy laughed at her imagery, “Darling, they view our naked bodies as part of their service to us. My valet knows about my needs regarding nudity, I gave up hiding it from him years ago. Though he helps me dress and sometimes undress, he knows never to enter my rooms without I bid him to do so. You must impress upon your maid the value of doing the same. Whether you make your maid privy to your nakedness is for you to decide but I would suggest you do so as it will help her in maintaining your privacy as well as our privacy. As for the house maids, they know better than to enter the Master’s or Mistress’s chambers without one of our personal servants or Mrs. Winters telling them it is appropriate to do so.”
Sensing that she was still uneasy about being naked, he said, “
She slowly shook her head, “No, it is not that...” She lowered her eyes to the floor.
“Would you like for me to put on my dressing gown?” he asked trying to make her more comfortable.
Her eyes came up to meet his. “NO!” she said with certainty. “It is not that…it is just…I am…” she was embarrassed to tell him that her breasts were flawed. Surely he could see that and he is just being nice.
Standing, he placed his hands discreetly in front of his manhood and crossed over to his bride. Kneeling before her, he took her hands in his, “Then what can I do for you to ease your discomfort?” he asked genuinely concerned.
“There is nothing. I am afraid that I must be a disappointment to you,” she said, embarrassed by her many faults.
“Is it not obvious? You have such a beautiful, perfect body. It is like a work of art. You are truly a man without fault! But my body is quite flawed, like someone made a mistake when they sculpted it.” She looked off into the near distance.
Darcy leaned back a little and said “Elizabeth, your body is quite beautiful. What is it that you do not like about it? I find it most pleasing.”
She removed her hands from his and cupped her breasts. Looking him in the eye, she said “These!”
He lowered his head to conceal his amusement. Regaining his composure, he looked up at her and smiled “I have been enamored of those,” he nodded toward her breasts, “since my first acquaintance with you. I am surprised you have never caught me staring at them.”
She looked at him shocked, “Well, I confess I did but I thought you were looking at them to find fault.”
She smiled shyly, “But sir, you will not say that once you see them bouncing and flouncing about when I walk about this room.”
He thought I am most desirous of seeing that. If she wants to talk about bouncing and flouncing about then she should see my…better not go there. I have just gotten her mind off of it and we do not need to go down that path again.
Moving his hands up to just below her breasts, he gently asked, “May I?” indicating he wanted to touch them.
Shyly she nodded.
Softly touching the underside of her breasts with his fingers, he noted that she inhaled deeply and leaned her head back at his touch. Moving his fingers up and to the sides, he continued his caress along the tops. He heard her gasp as he lightly traced circles around her nipples. Their eyes then met.
Giving her a tender look, he said with all sincerity “
Relief flooded her as she realized that he actually thought they were beautiful and was not dissatisfied with them. Grinning at his playfulness, she moved her torso from side to side to let him see just how animated her breasts could be.
Taking her hands and drawing her to her feet, he leaned in and bestowed upon his wife’s mouth a passionate kiss. As the kiss deepened, he pulled her into his embrace. The sensation of skin upon skin immediately shocked and aroused them to such an extent that they could not seem to kiss enough or touch enough and were lost in each other. Finally, Darcy scooped his wife up into his arms, “Mrs. Darcy, it is time we retire for the evening and begin this union in its truest sense.”
Darcy smiled down to her. “Remember you are to trust me and what I tell you; and I tell you, it will fit.”