Chances Come by Ney Mitch (most important books to read TXT) 📕

explain, I wished to see him as he continued to teach me all the ways in which a man could love a woman.

And the sight of him, his strong form leaning over me, with my legs wrapped around his neck, and his lips moving continuously over my most intimate of places. The sight of him bringing me such ecstasy increased my desire for him even more. I closed my eyes again, feeling the potency of his caresses.

Repeatedly, he remained in this fashion, with my thighs pressed around his head as he drove his tongue and lips further within me.

I felt a strange wave of power rush through me, as if I was about to burst from all of his attentions. I could not explain it, but I felt myself on the verge of exploding.

Suddenly, he raised his head and stood there.

“I feel as if you are now prepared for it,” he announced.

Wait. What? “Ready for what?”

“For the best part of it. I did not attempt it before,” he continued, wrapping my legs around his waist, “because I worried that your body was not wet enough. But I have made you so. I do not want this to hurt you, but it will. I just wished to do the best I could to prepare you for it.”

Despite not being told much about this form of intimacy, I knew to what he was referring. It all was coming so naturally.

“I am ready for you,” were all the words that I could voice, but that was enough.

Pressing his body against mine, I felt him insert himself within me.

The pain was excruciating, and then I felt him push through my final layer before I felt my body fully accept him within me.

“How are you, my love?” he asked.

“I am here,” I assured him, lying about the pain, “I am still here with you.”

“It will feel better soon.”

Slowly he began to move back and forth, with us rocking together as one. Gradually, he began to increase his speed within me, and I felt the strength of his embrace envelop me. The pain gave way. And all my anxieties, my woes, and tragedies long past seemed to fade and cease to hang upon my shoulders.

We were one.

His speed increased, and I began to discover the pleasure that came with such an act. It built within me, rising, searing, exploding into something wonderous!

“I feel it,” I gasped, “I feel the beauty of it.”

“My love,” he whispered, increasing speed faster as I pushed my hips further against him, applying a pressure that I knew would double the sensations that we were both feeling.

The strength of his force into me drove us further and further down a road of unity and passion, when suddenly, he thrust himself into me one last time, his body stiffened, he released a swift exclamation and then he froze. After a few seconds, his body relaxed, and he collapsed on top of me.

As he did so, I wrapped my arms around him and kissed his hair.

“You better marry me soon,” was all that I could say, “or else I shall be very cross with you.”

“How about next week?”

“Yes!” Then it took only a second for me to realize how impossible that was. “Wait, no!”

“Why not?”

“My mother.”

I felt Darcy’s body release a groan.

“Oh. Damn.”

We lay on the sofa together.

“Your mother,” he sighed.

I smothered a laugh. “Yes, the price of getting me is that you get her for a mother-in-law.”

“Yes…then that means that she has to come and live with us!”

I raised my head up—I had not thought of that.

“Oh,” I groaned. “Yes, dear god…she does.”

Darcy shook his head. “Lizzy, what do we do? She will drive both of us to the edge of our sanity.”

“Yes, she will. It is times like this that I wish Jane had gotten married already. For if that were the case, then that option would be open. Yet, my remedy is merely a dream that hasn’t occurred, and that dream relies on me giving Jane’s husband the fate that we would desire to escape. But there is the possibility that Longbourn will have no one else to inherit it, therefore she might be able to stay where she is…and she will have Mary and Lydia for company.”

“Yes, let us tell ourselves that for now.”

“Yes, there is no point in worrying about that today, when that can very well be tomorrow’s problem.”

“Precisely.”

We looked at each other and laughed.

I studied his beautiful face. “So, how quickly do you wish to tell our sisters?”

“I can see that you wish to do it now.”

“Yes, I do. Well, first I wish to remain in this room with you forever.”

“So do I. I wish that the rest of the world would fall away, and we just had each other for company.”

“It is too bad that you are such an important man. If you were unimportant, I could have you all to myself. It shall be a shame that I have to share you with the rest of the world.”

“I can fall away from the world if you wish it.”

“Mr. Darcy has no choice but to be a part of the world,” I replied, saddened, “because the world would miss him. I am resigned to that.”

We kissed once more, very passionately. When we separated, I grinned mischievously.

“Time to tell our sisters. And for me to thank Georgiana.”

“Why do you need to thank her?”

“She was the one that informed me that you returned my affections for you.”

“She did?”

“Yes. Be proud, Fitzwilliam; your sister raised her voice to help us find our way through all the words that we were afraid to say.”

“And now we have said them all,” he said with a chuckle.

“Yes, now we have.”

We kissed again, and then I stood up.

“So, here is the next question,” I teased. “Do you have any skill in helping a woman get her gown back on? Or are you only adept at removing her of said item?”

“I admit that my skill and desired action is the removing of your gown,