Christmas at Pemberley, page 4
Lizzy brought a hand between them, unfastening the fall. When she reached inside, she was surprised when his hand moved from her hip to hold her fingers in place. With confusion, she asked, “Do you not wish for me to pleasure you, dear husband?”
He shook his head, and then nodded. “I do, but I fear my lack of control this evening will lead to a disappointing outcome. I know your mouth is too talented.”
She grinned in delight. “Then let me ease your frustration so you shall be more relaxed and can take your time afterward.”
At his groan of acquiescence, she almost lunged forward in her eagerness, grasping the root of his erection in her hands as she took him into her mouth. He let out a long, slow sigh as she engulfed him fully, not stopping until he rested against the back of her throat.
He made tantalizing sounds of need as she worked the length of him, sucking and caressing him with her mouth. It didn’t take long to coax him to the peak, and when she sucked once more before swallowing his length at the back of her throat, he stiffened and came with a small cry.
She leaned back, waiting for him to regain composure. When he did, his emotions had clearly shifted. He went from relaxing limply against the chair to fully upright, somehow having gathered her in his arms at the same time. With a small squeal that she quickly smothered, she clung to him.
Fitzwilliam carried her to the bed but set her on her feet instead of lying her down across it. They were both eager for her to be undressed, so she helped as she could. His hands were quick as he finished stripping her clothes until they were both completely naked.
It was a good thing the bed had posts, because she needed to grasp one when he moved between her thighs, his mouth reciprocating the motion she had just done for him. She arched in her need as she pressed against him urgently. Fitzwilliam was as talented with his tongue as she was, and he did not stop until she had come twice.
When he granted her a moment to rest, she collapsed against the bed, heart racing in her ears, and her breathing still ragged. Satisfaction suffused her, but she still wanted him. When he reached into the nightstand to remove the sheep gut’s condom, she eyed his rapidly hardening erection with renewed appreciation. “I am still aching for you, Fitzwilliam.” With those words, she opened her arms and welcomed him against her.
“And I for you, as always, dear Elizabeth.” The heat of him pressed insistently inside her, and there was that moment of adjustment, but soon enough, she molded to him as though made to fit. They were the perfect complement to each other, moving together slowly at first, and then with increasing rapidity as they strove to reach climax together.
She dug her fingers into his shoulders as she rocked against him, pressing her hips upward to meet each of his thrusts. A small cry escaped her as she clenched around him, and he swallowed the sound with his lips, taking hers in a deep kiss as he came with her. She wasn’t at all surprised that they had managed to orgasm simultaneously. Everything felt so right with him, and sex was no different from any other aspect.
Afterward they curled up together, enjoying the aftermath and the sense of quiet spreading through the room. Lizzy forced herself to stir slightly. “You were a hero tonight.”
“I was not. I simply did the right thing, but it was a collaborative effort.” He sounded embarrassed by her praise.
“Yes, I suppose it was. I am glad we have solved the Wickham problem.” She bit her lip. “Do you really wish to cut off contact with your aunt? Perhaps—”
“No. I gave her a warning and a chance to accept you. She chose not to, so she will no longer be part of my life. She is my relative, but there is no great affection between us. Even if there were, I would have no issue choosing you over anyone and everyone in my life. You are my life and my world, Lizzy.”
Tears burned her eyes, and she blinked to hold them back. “And you are mine, Fitzwilliam. I love you.”
“I love you too, Lizzy.” He rolled over so she was in his arms, facing him. “Now go to sleep. Tomorrow is Christmas, and it will be a long day.”
“I would be content to spend the day here with you. I already have everything I want.” She snuggled closer.
“Indeed, Lizzy, indeed.”
Epilogue
A Year Later
Her mother had gone all out for Christmas, and Lizzy appreciated the efforts that had gone into making Longbourn so festive. They had planned the holiday at Longbourn before Lizzy realized she was pregnant, but she had given birth a few weeks ago and was up to traveling with Master Benjamin and her husband.
She knew now the nausea she had experienced last Christmas was caused by Benjamin, not a dodgy Christmas pudding, or the like. It had been sooner than they planned, but they were both thrilled with their son.
Her family seemed equally thrilled with him, aside from Evelyn, her precious niece. Jane’s daughter was too young to have much appreciation for the infant. Aside from poking him in the eye and making him cry, she had no interest in Benjamin. She was on the verge of walking and far too busy to pay mind to such a boring playmate.
The celebration was quieter than the one they had at Pemberley last year, but Lizzy preferred the quiet and calm holiday. There was no drama and no hysterics. The biggest drama came from Lydia’s apparent interest in the brother of the law clerk who was currently courting Mary. It was impossible to tell if her interest would grow into something serious, but Lizzy was grateful she had the chance to find true love now that she had an annulment, and no one had heard from Wickham since last year. They all preferred it that way.
“Is he asleep?” asked Fitzwilliam from behind her.
Lizzy pulled Benjamin from her breast, wiping away a dribble of milk that escaped his greedy mouth. “Yes. He fell asleep at the breast.”
“He is most certainly my son,” said Fitzwilliam with a chuckle.
Lizzy shook her head. “I would never have guessed you had such a wicked side, Mr. Darcy.”
“Only with you, love.” He took Benjamin and laid him in the bassinet. “The governess is waiting to take over so we can join your family for Christmas dinner.”
“My mother is no doubt bemoaning my choice to nurse my son instead of hiring a wet nurse.” Fanny had been shocked to learn Lizzy had chosen to parent so unconventionally, but Lizzy was too attached to her son to allow the staff to raise him. She was eccentric, but she did not care. She had Fitzwilliam’s support, which was all she required.
They stepped out of the suite they were using, and the governess slipped inside. Lizzy started to walk down the hallway, but Fitzwilliam put out a hand to stop her. “Yes?”
“I wanted to give you this privately and have not had a chance yet today. It is just a bauble.” He held out a box.
She opened it to find a stunning diamond on a chain. “Oh, it is lovely, Fitzwilliam.”
“Not half as lovely as you, dear wife.” He lifted it from the box and put it on for her. It nestled perfectly in her cleavage, which had grown since she started nursing Benjamin.
His lips drifted upward, and she sighed as she forced herself to take a step away. “If you keep that up, we shall never join the family festivities. It will have to wait, dear.”
“Yes, but later tonight, I shall ravish you, Mrs. Darcy.” He made the promise as his lips brushed her ear.
She gave him a coy smile. “I look forward to that, Mr. Darcy.”
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Author’s Note
I confess to taking some liberties with a typical Regency Christmastide. The Christmas in the book has some elements that weren’t common back then, but they enhance the holiday spirit.
I also took a few liberties with Ms. Austen’s timeline and how she resolved the situation with Lydia and Wickham. I never liked that all was mostly forgiven, and Lydia bore the brunt of responsibility for eloping, at least with her mother. That Wickham was allowed at Longbourn after getting off so lightly is distasteful to me, so I had to “fix” that when I had a chance.
Thank you for reading!
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About the Author
Abbey is a diehard Jane Austen fan and has loved Fitzwilliam since the first time she “met” him at age thirteen upon borrowing the book from the school library. He is the ideal man, though Abigail’s husband is a close second. Abigail enjoys writing various steamy Jane Austen variations, but “Pride & Prejudice” (and Mr. Darcy) will always be her favorite.
Abbey North, Christmas at Pemberley
