19 year old Elizabeth Darcy walked into the master suite and gasped. The room was huge; there were two dressing tables, one for Darcy and one for her. His was cluttered with everything he needed to get ready in the morning. Hers was empty, waiting to be filled with the things she brought with her. There was a queen sized bed in the middle of the room taking up a large portion of it. The quilt was Victorian and from what she understood had belonged to Darcy's mother.
She walked over to her dressing table and sat down. It was all so overwhelming, just this morning she had been Elizabeth Bennett. Her sister Jane, who was older than her had gotten married today as well, to Darcy's best friend Mr. Bingley. She was now at Bingley's country estate Netherfield and Elizabeth was the Mistress of Pemberley manor.
The first time she had seen the great house she had been overwhelmed. It was huge, with at least 5 bedrooms as well as a ballroom, study and other rooms that she had no idea what they were used for. Now she was Mistress of the huge estate, the servants turned to her with questions that she was sure in time she would know how to answer. For now she was just trying to get her bearings.
She had left Darcy in his study to come change and wait for him in the bedroom. She was nervous about her wedding night, she knew a little what to expect but not everything. She had been told it would hurt the first time and that gave her pause, but she loved and trusted Darcy and knew he would never hurt her intentionally.
She stood up and moved over to the bed, she knelt in front of her hope chest and opened it. Everything she owned was in this room. She dug through the chest looking for something appropriate to wear and finally decided on a nightdress that barely went to her knees. She didn't think it was really appropriate for a first night with her husband but she didn't have anything else.
She pulled it out then rested it on the bed. She started when she heard the door open and turned towards the sound. She relaxed when a young girl maybe around her age or a year or two younger walked into the room. "My lady, my name is Amelia; I'm here to help you change." She said giving a curtsy.
Elizabeth smiled at her and nodded, "all right."
Amelia walked up to her and Elizabeth turned around so she could unbutton her wedding gown. It was white silk with a tight bodice that really showed off her bosom and a flowing waistline that went to the floor. She grabbed the pole on the bed to steady herself as Amelia helped her out of the dress and her undergarments. She let Amelia help her into the nightgown then sat down at her dressing table.
"Would you like me to brush your hair ma'am?" Amelia asked moving up behind her.
Elizabeth looked at her in the mirror. "Um...sure." She handed her the brush then stared into the mirror as Amelia took her hair down from the glorious knot it was done up in.
Elizabeth closed her eyes as she felt the brush going through her hair. She relaxed and leaned back in the chair. Her eyes flew open though when she heard the door open again. She glanced toward the door and immediately felt very nervous. Darcy walked into the room and her eyes met his.
"That will be all Amelia." He said never taking his eyes of Elizabeth.
Amelia put the brush down on the table, curtsied then left the room. Darcy closed the door behind her then moved towards Elizabeth.
Elizabeth's breath caught in her throat as she watched him. She felt like a deer being hunted as prey. Her eyes widened as he moved seductively towards her and she suddenly forgot how to breathe.
Darcy walked up to her, pulled her to her feet and wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her tight against him. "Breathe my love." He said with a smile.
Elizabeth let her breath out in a loud whoosh and lowered her eyes. Darcy chuckled and pulled her tighter against him. Elizabeth balled her hands into fists and rested them against his chest then slowly loosened them and let her hands explore him while she looked at the floor. She let her hands move over his chest and up to his shoulders. She locked her fingers in his shoulders and he smiled. "Look at me love." He said softly caressing her back with his fingers.
She slowly lifted her eyes and met his; his were dark and full of passion as he stared into her eyes. She blushed and lowered her eyes again as he chuckled. He put his finger under her chin and lifted her head as she lifted her eyes again. "You don't have to look down; I want you to look at me." He said softly caressing her cheek.
She let her eyes move over his face and smiled; he was so handsome with his dark hair that barely reached his collar and his deep brown eyes that seemed to see inside her soul. She moved her hand to his face and gently ran her finger down over his cheek. He grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips kissing the palm. Elizabeth gasped as electricity shot through her at his touch.
He ran his tongue lightly over the palm of her hand and over her fingers, she watched him through wide eyes as she felt her body heating up. He brought his eyes back to hers as he moved her hand back to his shoulder. He smiled at her then lowered his head, she watched him for a second then closed her eyes as she felt his lips touch hers.
The kiss was soft and gentle at first, just the barely brushing of lips pressing together. Then Darcy deepened the kiss and Elizabeth whimpered as she pressed tighter against him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and tangled her fingers in his hair as she kissed him back. When she felt his tongue lightly run against her lips she slowly opened her mouth and whined as his tongue slipped into her mouth and ran seductively against hers.
Elizabeth pulled back and looked at him with wide eyes. Darcy just smiled and cupped her face with his hands as he brought her lips back to his. She wasn't sure how to react when he brushed his tongue against her lips again. She let her mouth slip open and tried not to pull back as she felt his tongue brushing against hers. Instead she tentatively let her tongue move against his and she felt more than she heard the moan that escaped his lips as he pulled her even tighter against him.
Elizabeth tightened her fingers in his hair and held him tight against her as she kissed him back. His hands moved down over her back and down over her butt, he squeezed her ass then pulled her tighter against him. She felt his cock pressing against her and pulled back again as she blushed.
Darcy moved his lips to her neck, gently nipping at her flesh. "Do you feel how much I want you baby?" he asked huskily against her skin. "I've never felt like this before, it is hard to explain." He lifted his head and stared into her eyes. "I want you so bad it hurts." He said staring at her with hunger filled eyes.
Elizabeth felt her pussy start to moisten at his words and the way he looked at her and she gasped. She lowered her eyes and blushed but lifted her eyes when he put his finger under her chin again. "You look so beautiful when you blush." He said softly.
She blushed again and lowered her eyes; her whole body felt like it was on fire. Darcy chuckled and lifted her into his arms. She gasped as she tightened her arms around his neck. He just smiled and carried her over to the bed.