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Pride & Prejudice Fiction
Title: Sun Stroke
Author: Scorched
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Rating:N-18
Category: Adult
Content/Pairing: Elizabeth/Darcy
Summary: A response to a challenge involving Regency bondage!
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Disclaimer: Pride & Prejudice and the characters are the property of Jane Austen . There is no infringement is intended and no profit made.
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Notes: A modern-day Pride and Prejudice. Hope y'all enjoy this lil Naughty Bit!
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The sun was high and bright and hot, the rays bore down and coated her skin in gold. Salted perspiration drenched her body with glistening droplets that sparkled like diamonds and looked like oil. Warm tingles, brought on by the Spanish summer sun, spread from her fingertips to her toes, making all digits languidly wiggle away the final vestiges of everyday life.
A deep red bikini barely covered her and thin strips only just held it in place. The triangle top scarcely covered her pert breasts and tiny bikini panties simply had no use; it bordered on the indecent, but lazing on her fiancé’s private beach, it didn’t matter at all.
Soft white sand led the way to crystal waves which kissed the shore, creating sounds to sooth and ease, the gentle breeze carried the ocean and filled the air with a scent only found on beaches. It was heaven to just lay there and do nothing, except wallow in silence and let the world go by.
Momentarily, Elizabeth gave a passing thought for her friends, who would be hard at work and stuck in a stuffy office, while she lounged and squandered away the days at William’s villa. Poor Jane would be in a classroom, full of hormonal teenagers, Charles would be in an air-conditioned office and drawing up contracts, and her father…
Elizabeth sniggered. Her darling father would be pulling pints and dealing with obnoxious footballs fans in his pub. The urge to call them all and brag rose up, but she masterfully overcame the thought as she’d prefer not to be faced with a firing squad the second she got home.
Now, if she could just find the energy to roll over, everything would be perfect.
Carefully, so she didn’t disturb her equilibrium, she eased over onto her right side and deeply sighed when she had to reach round to peel her towel off her back. Once that was done and her damp hair was swished away from the nape of her neck, she finished the move and relieved her face of the sweltering sun.
The heat seemed to increase, and she began to think that it may be a little bit too hot. That didn’t matter, either. There was always William’s pool or the ocean to deal with that; choices, choices.
“Uhhh…” A masculine groan startled Elizabeth, yet she didn’t immediately react as her last twinge of energy was used up seconds ago.
William’s footsteps dragged in the hot sand, one sweating hand clasped a cooling bag and the other two fragile flute glasses. In moments, he was stood over his fiancé and blocked the sun long enough to earn himself an annoyed glare.
“White bits, Will,” she complained in a throaty voice. “No sun blockage.” Slender fingers shooed him an inch or so to the right.
“Thank you, my wonderful husband-to-be, for fetching notoriously expensive and perfectly chilled champagne for us to enjoy. I love you.” His mimic of her was flat and devoid of humour as he flopped onto his own towel, mirthful brown eyes hidden by protective sunglasses.
“Hmm. That too.” Elizabeth mumbled. “Be a dear and open, pour, and serve.”
“Yes, your majesty. Anything else? Rolling heads, daily worshiping? Anything at all?”
The even way he spoke belied the cutting and sarcastic words, and she rolled to face him with a beaming grin splayed across her face. “It’s your own fault I’m spoilt, you know. You were the one that said my wish was your command. Besides, it’s because of me we’re here.”
William shook his head. Give a woman an inch, and she took a mile, but smiled in response. His fiancé deserved to be pampered on her birthday, and what better way than complete isolation from the world with a bottle of Dom, on ice?
“As you wish, mi’lady.” A gallant half bow was followed by the opening of the cooling bag and the chilled champagne taken out. Elizabeth sat up and his gaze automatically bounced, proving to be a distraction for him. The valley created by full breasts paved a path to small tips forming tight circles below the flimsy fabric.
His tongue darted past moist lips to taste the perspiration lining his cupid’s bow, imagining he was sucking those buds hard enough to make her come. Slivers of lust worked through his blood and increased the pressure, yet not quite making him erect. He needed more than a look and tantalising fantasies to get him off. It’d be so easy to reach over and untie those useless strings, allowing those breasts to be exposed to him.
Still, it was too early to delve into pleasures of the flesh and he fancied teasing himself a little while longer yet.
Elizabeth arched a brow when she followed his gaze; men. What they found so fascinating about boobs, she would never know, and frankly didn’t want too. The mind of man should stay unexplored.
Sweet bubbles fizzed and hissed as they rapidly floated up the glass, releasing the oxygen needed to make the drink wickedly intoxicating. A feminine hand reached out and daintily took the offering with a naughty little giggle.
“You are a star, and very lucky to have me.”
“I love you, too.” William’s eyes rolled and a lopsided grin appeared. God, he loved that woman. She was funny, intelligent, witty, bright, and bloody good with her hands. There was a lot to be said about being engaged to a beauty therapist, and had reaped the benefits more times than he could count. Arms, legs, back, body, and ass had been treated to the wonderful fingers she owned.
He frowned; of course there was also a downside to having a massage therapist as a fiancé. Once or twice, William had woken up to find his toenails painted a pretty shade of pink, with Elizabeth innocently claiming she wanted too “Test it before she tried it.”
The one who got the biggest benefits of what she did was his sister. Georgiana now sported the clearest skin and silkiest hair in England, and it was thanks to her that he had met Elizabeth. The cruel words he’d spoken of Elizabeth still made hatred rise up in his chest.
“Why would I be interested in meeting a woman who plays Barbie dolls all day?”
Even now, two years later, William wanted to go back and hit himself with a heavy object and knock some sense into his thick skull. Still, as his fiancé said many times, the past is the past, it can’t be changed, but it can be learned from, and learn he did. Every time Georgiana left her salon, she would simply shine with happiness and glow with confidence, while chanting “If you feel good, you look good. If you look good, you feel great.”
Then he’d began too go to Elizabeth’s salon, and once there began to take note of how many customers, both men and women, left with smiles on their faces and a fresh outlook on life. His own dealings with her commenced with manicures and he’d ceased to bite his nails, his palms were now almost free of roughness and an old fracture in his wrist rarely complained.
With care and attention, she’d taught him how to look after himself both physically and mentally, and his life was better because of it, because of her.
Yes, he thought, Elizabeth is right. I am lucky to have her. These thoughts snapped him back to the present and the scantily clad female lazily sipping champagne without a care in the world.
“I love you, Will.” She murmured and stared out into the ocean, a dreamy expression highlighting her hazel eyes. “Now kiss my feet!”
He hesitated and removed his sunglasses before saying, “Okay.”
Elizabeth was given no time to react as he abandoned his own drink in favour of crawling over her and down her legs to grasp dainty ankles in a strong hold. Her irises widened as she realised his intention was not to kiss her feet, but to do something else entirely.
“Oh no,” she fruitlessly begged and began to move her legs in an attempt to dislodge his grasp. “Please don’t… No, no, no…” The tingles started and he hadn’t even touched her; she squirmed harder and had to put her glass down lest she break the crystal.
“This little piggy went to market,” William teased and relished in the panic crossing her beautiful face. He would take no prisoners and show no mercy.
“This little piggy stayed at home,” Elizabeth scrambled and tried to turn over so she could crawl away, but the bubbling laughter increased and rendered her helpless.
“This little piggy had jam and bread,” she pushed upwards and slid her legs round his waist; if she couldn’t get away from him, she’d distract him.
“This little piggy had none,” his cotton shirt was raised up and clung to shapely calves as she desperately wriggled, but yet he didn’t give and continued.
“And this little piggy went…” William let go of a foot and dug a fingertip straight into the ball of the other and Elizabeth shrieked, writhing around and grinding down on his lap. The laughter and pleas were silent as tears were squeezed out behind closed lids; her hands scrabbled for purchase on him and her towel.
She was hot and wet with sweat, her thighs twisting and turning to envelope him, her core pressing down on his crotch. Skimpy briefs rode high, the outline of full and soft folds visible beneath the vibrant red. Desire burned ripe in his eyes and his tongue traced blunt teeth, his gaze roamed the curved figure squirming all over him.
Not to be out done by a lowly man, Elizabeth grabbed the hem of his loose shirt and hauled it up over his head, carelessly discarding it behind her. Flexing fingers wasted no time in diving onto unsuspecting muscle. William yelped and was shocked into letting her tortured foot go, his hands turned protective and went to her waist.
He groaned at the first touch of her bare flesh, she was hot enough to melt him. Thick fingers slid smoothly across the golden surface, wide palms splayed open and his grip firmed up, bringing her hips higher up to rest against his stomach. He caressed the slender spine, moving further and further up until thin strings teased his fingertips into pulling them loose.
Puckered nipples grazed his chest and William looked down, his gaze drawn to the pebbled tips. Her white bits consisted of creamy flesh that aroused and made him to do very bad things.
Each breath had her breasts rising and falling, rubbing the sensitive peaks gently against his skin, her giggles dying down to quiet gasps. Her eyes fluttered shut and the gasps turned to low hums of pleasure, a light flush decorated her cheeks.
“You like that?” God, her breasts were so responsive, he could bring her to orgasm with his mouth alone. His palms glided around her waist and followed the bread crumbs to cup them, pushing up until her back arched and a raised tip touched his lip. His tongue dipped out and licked once; Elizabeth’s hips jerked in reply and circled hard against his growing arousal.
He took one and sucked; his lips tugged and talented tongue rasped the tight little bud. The taste of salt mixed with strawberries hit the back of his throat, William groaned deeply and the solid ridge between her thighs slammed up, connecting sharply with her core.
His back rippled with muscle that flexed when manicured nails scraped up, marring the surface with light pink welts. Fingers slid through perspiration with a spider’s touch to tangle in his dark curls, threading and twining in the strands. Elizabeth locked her legs at the ankles and used her hips to rotate, the hard shaft stroked her clit and his mouth worked her nipple.
Pulses and pressure built up down there, forcing needy moans from her throat and liquid heat to spill. William flicked his tongue back and forth over the peak, blunt teeth nipped and lips tugged until he felt her breathy cries escalate, and then he pulled back.
Hands pushed her shoulders and Elizabeth fell back on the towel, legs still firmly in place around his waist and his nose nudged her jaw up to allow his drying lips to resume their kisses. Between her supple limbs, he replaced his cock with a palm and used thick fingers to stroke the softness.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he whispered, his breath hot on her skin. “Soaking, actually. Spread your legs.” William rose up on his knees and watched as toned limbs fell limply and wide open, giving him the perfect view.
Panties were bunched up and tight around her core, luring him into untying the knots that kept them secure on her hips. Bit by bit, creamy skin was exposed and eaten up by a gaze so hot, it left her raw. He covered the soft folds with his hand and thick fingers parted them, dipping down to tease her entrance with penetration.
Elizabeth sucked in a breath as she felt him slide to easily into her, the warmth of his touch comforting and luscious. The rougher pad of his thumb moved up the pink petals to toy with her clit, he brushed lightly over the pulsing nub and felt her muscles fist his finger in response.
Her eyes, drugged and cloudy, were drawn to the hard ridge between his legs and licked her lips in anticipation; tasting from memory the sweetness of him.
William’s broad chest rumbled with low groans as he entered, knuckle deep and she mewled, her hips bucking up and asking for more. Honeyed arousal coated his digit and palm, the spicy fragrance of sex mingled with the ocean, and it was intoxicating.
His free hand undone the drawstrings on his pants and shifted them over his trim waist and hips, dispelling the discomfort of fabric around his erection. “Me or my hand?” A second finger joined the first and he felt her clench tight as he curled them up inside, hitting a spot that had her crying out.
“You.”
William slipped out of her and left her empty, his body rose with effortless grace, and his height once more blocked the sun. Elizabeth looked up at him and a sultry smile flashed; her thigh muscles relaxed and fell open invitingly, giving him an obscene view.
His chest was broad and toned, years of squash and tennis had contoured muscle on his arms and legs. Hair was so brown it was almost black lay in messy and ratty waves around his forehead, while stray strands drifted into intense eyes. Thumbs hooked into the waistband of his pants and eased them down over trim hips.
Elizabeth held her breath and watched, unwavering, as his shaft became exposed. He was thickly set and steel hard, with dark and downy hair decorating the base; she swallowed and her core quivered as a fresh wave of liquid heat dampened her thighs.
He kicked his pants away and stood there, letting his fiancé admire his physique as he admired hers.
“Are you sure you want me?” William teased, shamelessly placing his hand close to his shaft, smirking at the feel of fingertips grazing the length.
Defiantly, an eyebrow arched high and she gave her own wicked smirk. Slender fingers slid down her torso, stopping when a strip of hair tickled her fingertips. “Are you sure you wanna know?" Elizabeth gasped as she found her clit pulsing and burning beneath her touch. “News for you Will, I… Oh…”
Nails, painted a cherry red, gleamed as she worked herself up and got off for his viewing pleasure. William watched, transfixed, as her hips left the towel and pushed up as her hand went down, fingers parted slick folds and dipped between. Elizabeth moaned long and loud, digits moving faster and faster across her mound, pressing harder and harder.
Sensations shot from nerve to nerve, a dull throb burned deep with every caress, every swipe of her knowing fingers and muscles began to clench, dissatisfied at being unfulfilled.
His control was already stretched to breaking point and seeing the woman he loved on the verge of coming was what it took to snap it. “That’s enough.” In seconds, William was lying behind her and folding one leg over the other, tightening the softness three fold. Did she need him? He’d make sure she did.
Elizabeth tensed and bit her lip, glancing coyly at him and giving him a saucy wink that dared and challenged. At the feel of a round and pliable tip slipping between her buttocks, her eyes flew wide and her breath formed a thick lump in her throat.
Surely he wouldn’t dare! Not outside, private beach or not.
William grinned devilishly and locked her eyes on his, seeing the hazel swirl into melted toffee as his length slid oh so easily into her waiting core. Liquid silk squeezed him well, and he went deep and deeper still, expelling the lungful of air his lover held. All around his length, female muscles throbbed wildly, and with his entry, could feel every single beat.
She wiggled against him and giggled when he rendered her motionless. She bit her lip and inched her overlapping thigh higher, and he began to move. Panted breaths and arid lips were hot on her neck, as he sipped kisses and soft nibbles from her salted skin. His perspiring chest against her back, and firm balls soaked from falling honey.
“Christ,” William grunted, his fingers flexing around her waist as his pace picked up. “So hot, so tight…” In and out, in and out, the rhythmic sway of hips sent the sensitised tip of his sex bouncing off her cervix, eliciting a mewl of pleasure and muffled groan.
His tongue licked a trail of heat across her throat and cheek, hinting for Elizabeth to turn her face to his. William’s mouth lingered above hers, so close, but not close enough, letting her know how good it would be to kiss while they fucked. She tried to capture his lips, but he moved back and drove his cock hard and high.
“You need me, baby. Say it.” He felt her tightening all round him, the beginnings of climax made her throb and pulse, and she bucked back on him, her mouth parted and eyes shut. Skin slapped and slid against skin, the sound erotic and stimulating enough that his fisting fingers left marks on her waist.
“Say it,” the pressure building in his balls was blinding and made him choke on the demand, and then he heard her. It started as a whisper, almost unheard, that grew louder until she screamed it out. The towel bunched and gathered in her hand, jolts shook her body and liquid sex soaked his shaft.
William tried not to follow, wanting more, but the temptation and need for release too strong. The muscles in his neck and jaw strained under the flesh, each contour pulled tight as long and drawn out bursts left her full and him replete.
Silence reigned as she leaned into him, sighing with complete contentment and a soreness that came from good sex. Quietly, Elizabeth giggled, the vibrations going down to shock his sensitive sex, softening within her. Soon, those sniggers escalated into chuckles.
“You’re not doing anything for my ego, you know.” William’s muffled voice complained through panted and heavy breaths.
“I’ll never be able to order Sex on the Beach from my dad again.”
END
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