It was Elizabeth’s turn to widen her eyes. She had seen many bare-chested men on beaches before, but his shoulders were broad and muscular. His chest was smooth except for some hair near his belly button, tapering down to disappear into the waistband of his black –

— underpants! He's only wearing underpants!  Elizabeth thought, panicked. Words tumbled out of her mouth. “You’re the crazy one! You’ve danced with me for two weeks with your erection pressed against me the whole time. Luckily, the TV crew was only there for one day to shoot our training. And now you open your door to me in your underpants. Are you a pervert?”

Darcy froze in his path towards the couch and wheeled to look at her. She was standing there, legs apart, hands on hips, her lips opened as her face turned red. His sleepy head cleared abruptly, for Elizabeth’s pose looked somehow familiar to him. Pictures raced through his mind, and he suddenly made the connection. Yes, from my Internet research about how to tell whether a woman is interested, this surely is an aroused woman! He became aroused immediately, happy that Elizabeth had the hots for him, too.

“There you go again!” Elizabeth took a step forward to scream right into his face. “Can’t you get one of your women to keep your little Willie down, at least for a few minutes? We have a dance competition to win tomorrow. I don’t want my reputation ruined by your animal insti…”

He had had enough of her accusations. He pulled her by the waist, closing the gap between their bodies. Then he mashed his lips against hers to silence her. He poured all his weeks of admiration, lust and frustration into the kiss, biting her lips and thrusting his tongue into her mouth.

At the same time, his hands were busy branding her body. First, her tight butt needed fondling. The thin cotton of her dress was no barrier. Secondly, he ran his hands down her thighs, feeling their strength and smoothness. Then he freed one hand to cup her breast. It was pert, the perfect size for his big palm. When the contact caused her nipple to harden, he couldn’t help but pinch it, while his other hand pushed aside her G-string so that he could slide his fingers in to trace her secret lips.

Elizabeth’s hands came to wrap around his neck. Good, she likes it – no resistance. He slipped one finger into her entrance. It was tight, and she threw back her head, giving a loud moan.

Feeling her legs begin to buckle, he picked Elizabeth up and placed her on the large couch, which he had had custom-made to fit his six-foot frame. To his satisfaction, there was plenty of room on it for the two of them.

Elizabeth was in a haze. She didn’t understand why she wasn’t protesting. She didn’t like him at all. He was a known womaniser! But he was also handsome and intelligent, nothing at all like George, who talked non-stop about his famous and exciting career. He didn’t talk much, most of the time, but when he did, he expressed the most fascinating and fresh ideas about medical issues and the care of patients. His hands and tongue were like magic bands! Maybe two weeks of non-stop sensual dancing and living together had muddled her head, too.

Thinking back to the Is she interested in you? research, He followed its advice and pushed down the spaghetti straps of her cotton dress, baring her wonderful breasts. Thrilled by the sight, he suckled and squeezed her nipples.

Elizabeth felt a hot flush race through her body and moisten her G-string.

Continuing with his experiment, he pushed the skirt of her dress up to her waist and hastily pulled off her G-string. He devoted one hand to the continued worship of her breasts while he moved down to enable his lips to settle on the curls at the apex of her thighs. He breathed in her scent, and found that it was heavenly and utterly unique.

When he parted her thighs more widely and lowered his head to trace his tongue along her entrance, Elizabeth felt torched by fire. She arched her back, offering herself.

His hand left her breasts and moved down to part her secret lips. He thrust his tongue in and out, tasting her.

It was too much for her. Within a few scant minutes, she screamed in ecstasy and came.

He raised his head from her womanhood and stripped out of his underwear, then lowered his body onto hers, chest to chest, hips to hips. “Look at me, Elizabeth. I want to be inside you now. I have been thinking of this moment for weeks.”

She tried to fix her gaze on him but she was still on her high and couldn’t concentrate.

He kissed her mouth and stroked her breasts while he slowly pushed the tip of his erection against her wet entrance and then rocked his hips, entering her. That brought Elizabeth back from the other world. His manhood was so much thicker than his finger or tongue! She felt as if her insides were fully stretched, and the feeling was unbelievable. He was very hard and yet irresistibly smooth, creating a strong, silky friction deep inside her body.

He reached down to raise her feet to wrap around his waist. Then he pushed hard into Elizabeth, all the way to her womb. He closed his eyes and let his body savor the sensation. He was tightly enwrapped, intimately squeezed. Blood seemed to have stopped flowing to his brain, intent instead on shoot through other regions of his body like heated missiles.

His body was on automatic pilot. He thrust in and out of her, again and again. His hands pleasured her breasts. His mouth danced a tango with hers. He lost track of time until the missiles burst from his body, flooding her with his seed. Then he collapsed on top of her.

When he finally returned from heaven, he clasped her tightly, then rolled onto his back, moving Elizabeth on top of him. Only then did he notice that she had tears on her face.

“Oh my god, did I hurt?”

“It hurt at first. You’re a big man.”

“And then?”

“And then what?”

“Did it still hurt after the ‘at first’? I’m so sorry – I was concentrating on getting to the heaven myself and I don’t even know whether you came or not.” He was embarrassed. His research had warned that men should give pleasure to their women first.

“You have a one-track mind!”

“Sorry. Researchers are like this. So?” He urged.

“So what?”

“Did you come?”

“I screamed.”

He looked stricken. “Did I hurt you that much?”

“I twisted my body until it ached.”

“Oh, that sounds bad! Did you want me to stop earlier?”

“My body felt torched by fire.”

“Damn!” He felt terrible about hurting her. He covered his eyes with his hand and wished he could bury himself in a hole.

“And then I had a huge climax that went on and on,” Elizabeth whispered.

He dropped his hand and stared at her. “Are you teasing me, woman? I thought you didn’t come.”

Heartened, Darcy was ready to roll her over to “punish” her again. But he saw that she had fallen asleep. Carefully, he slid from beneath her and got to his feet, gazing down at her in wonder…then froze when he saw that there was blood on her bottom.

Hurrah! She never slept with Wickham, after all, Darcy thought. Then a new thought struck him. She was a virgin and I didn’t use any condom! We may have created a child. Mental images of little boys and girls with his unruly hair and Elizabeth’s glistening eyes running wild on the Pemberley grounds flashed through his mind.

Good! Tomorrow after the competition, I’ll ask her to move in with me, and we can get married soon afterwards.

Then another picture forced its way into his mind. He imagined hearing a high-pitched voice at his dining table – Elizabeth’s mother. She was talking about marrying off her younger daughters to his rich cousins or friends. Meanwhile, Elizabeth’s younger sisters, done up in trashy outfits, were flirting with all of the male members of the party.

All right then, he decided, no one from her family except Jane will be allowed to attend any of our gatherings.

He shuddered at the thought of Elizabeth’s coarse family members, and the involuntary movement startled Darcy out of his gloomy reverie. Aware again of his dark studio, he looked down at Elizabeth’s sleeping form and whispered aloud, “Let’s win this competition…and then we will have to talk.”

***

“Well now, William and Elizabeth, your hair and makeup are done, so I’ll leave you for half an hour to rest and talk about the strategy for your next dance. No one is allowed to disturb you. There are some sandwiches here, if you’d like them. Then, at 8.45, I’ll come back with the costume team to help you get ready for your freestyle dance. Just make sure you don’t mess up your hair and makeup in the meantime. By the way, congratulations on earning four 9's with your rumba!” With that, Louisa Hurst, the production assistant, shut the door and left them alone together.

Darcy saw a high-spirited Elizabeth turn in her chair. With glittering eyes, she said, “That was a great performance! You finally nailed it.”

“Finally, we have a moment to ourselves.” He left his chair, knelt in front of her, took her hands and said, “Frankly, Elizabeth, I liked the private dance we did last night on my couch even better. Our rumba just now has left me hot and unfulfilled.”

“You’ve got nerve mentioning last night!” she said, and he felt her trying to pull her hands from his.

“Why not? You and I both enjoyed it. We could relive it right now, you know.”

He lowered his head and meshed his lips with hers before she could say another word. He parted her lips with his tongue and traced her inner mouth thoroughly for several minutes. He liked the fact that her trembling tongue was playing duels with his.