Mr Darcy's Pleasure

Thoughts of her.

He could not stop thinking of her. She plagued his mind like a horrible sickness. Her beautiful hair.. Her beautiful eyes. Her witty remarks towards him through the evening. In the line candle light of his room he could feel his chest tremble in anticipation as his cold finger tips slowly lifted the white fabric of his shirt. "It is your turn to say something, Mr. Darcy." But he could not find the words to speak to her. When he saw the way she moved to the music so well he found it hard to even think. She consumed his mind like a deadly sickness. One he would happily succumb to, even if he didn't want to admit it. As the candles dimmed he began to run his fingers along his hardened cock, shuttering as the coldness set in. His mind refused to let the image of her go, the pearls in her hair. The subtle lift of her breasts from her white gown. He could not stand it. He needed to make her imagine go away, somehow, someway. He wrapped his hand firmly around his cock and slowly moved it up and down, moaning softly at the pleasurable sensation that filled his body. His mind began to play tricks on him, for a moment he thought of his hand as hers. Her delicate hand wrapped around his cock like this. Just the thought of it made his cock twitch in desperate need. No. A lady such as herself would not know of such things.. But, he could teach her. He could show her how to stroke his cock just so. He began to move his hand faster, tightening his grip just enough to drive his need so far he could not do more than succumb to his plagued thoughts of Miss Elizabeth Bennet. He let himself imagine her further, he let himself picture her in his bed with him. Taking of her beautiful white gown so slowly it made his skin burn hot. "Slower, Elizabeth.." Her hand moved up his thigh as she stroked his cock as light as a feather. He could hear her soft moans and whines as she touched him so gently. His hand started to quicken the more the thought of her touching him in such a way. These thoughts of his mind would surely be more than corruption to a lady such as Elizabeth, and yet.. He could not stop. He couldn't stop himself from imagining her body under his own, breathing heavily as she started into his eyes with anticipation. He would thrust in such a way that would make her chest rise as her hands clasped at the fabric of his sheets. She'd call out his name in pleasure and he would savor it as though he would lose his hearing at any moment. Her calls would echo through the halls of his home as though only they existed in that moment. He would not stop until he could see her undone to his touch.  He could imagine her nails on the skin of his back, the way she would drag her nails down as he made her pleasure grow with each passing moment. "I love you Elizabeth." The mention of it made his breath hitch. He had to move his hand faster, his hips moving in the rhythm of his quick pace. His moans quickly filled the room as he felt his pleasure growing, the tingling sensation of his release growing ever closer. He did love her, he loved every part of her. Truly, deeply, and absolutely unwillingly. Her soft breath echoed his mind as he imagined her soft gentle mouth open for his pleasure. He would not be so cruel as to corrupt her like this.. But it was so tempting. He could imagine her tongue so gently rubbing against his cock just enough to make his breath catch as his hips unwillingly push forward into her warm mouth. With his release growing closer by the minute he could not stop himself from uttering her name as his hips moved quickly. "Elizabeth.. Elizabeth..!" He moaned as softly as he could despite his growing pleasure, he did not want anyone to hear of his affection for the woman. But oh, the image in his mind would not leave. Her gentle eyes looking up into his own as he thrusted slowly into her mouth, as she slowly pushed him into pleasures beyond anything else. "Elizabeth.." He was unaware of his desperate calls for her as his mind fell further into his temptations. Her body on top of his, her gentle curves on full display for him like this. "You are beautiful, Elizabeth.. Truly.. Utterly.. Absolutely beautiful." Her body would tremble as she slowly moved up and down on his cock, working with such ease and grace he could hardly take it. He'd hold her hips and watch as her body shuttered from his touch, the way her skin might prick when he would touch certain areas of her ever so delicately. Her soft pleas for more when she could not satisfy her hunger for him on her own. "So sweet.. So tempting.. So.. Wonderful." Her body laid down as his head lingered over the skin of her soft thighs, his lips grazing the skin with such ease. Oh how she trembled when he bit against her skin, her hips moved down towards him with ease as she begged for his touch. Of course he'd listen to her pleas. How could he resist? He leaned into her and slowly placed a kiss upon her aching cunt, making her moan and writhe under his touch. "Please- Oh please.. Do not stop." How could he refuse her? He worked her cunt ever so gently with his tongue first, he watched her moan and wiggle to get closer but he continued his efforts to tease her this way. He would tease her until she would fall apart with need. Then. He pushed just a single finger inside of her, watching her struggle to say anything more than his name. He moved to his side and used both of his hands now, rocking his hips enough to make the bed break so subtly it surely wouldn't be heard. He moaned her name repeatedly, he moaned her name until his voice went hoarse. Finally, the thought of her that pushed him over. Her soft body laid out on his bed, her hands so neatly above her head. His hands trailing across her body so softly she had to wiggle away. But she had nowhere to wiggle to. She whimpered and she pleaded but he just kept grazing her soft skin with his nails just so. He bit down into the pillow as his release shook through him like a earth shattering storm. He gasped and he moaned as his body started it's recoil from the pleasurable rush. His hands were a mess and he just knew it was bound to be in the sheets too. But it mattered not to him now. His mind lingered with thoughts of her. "Why must you torment me so.. So painful yet so addicting.." He closed his eyes and let his thoughts cloud him once again. Her sitting in the study with a book in hand, a gentle bump forming under her dress. "Surely if you read too much our child shall become a poet?" Her gentle laugh filled his heart with joy, it was like heaven on earth. "Oh that would be most terrible! But I would love them nevertheless. Poet, soldier, scholar or even musician.." He could feel the smile on his face grow as he thought of it. That is what he wanted most. A life with her, one full of love and happiness for them both. "I love you Elizabeth.."