Chapter 3 #2
He swallowed hard. “Not at all,” he said, never removing his eyes from her thatch of curling brown hair and the hint of splitting lips beneath it. “Being able to toss up your skirts and find you ready to take me seems like one of the chief delights of marriage.”
Jane eased back on the table, slightly allowing her legs to part. “And what are the others?”
“Aside from having beside me the most beautiful, understanding wife in all of London?” he asked, stealing a peck. “Stroking your secret mink pelt, sinking deep into your perfect body, and unloading the seed that will plant my heirs in your belly?”
Jane grabbed her husband’s hand and brought it to the apex of her thighs. “And what of my delights in marriage?” she asked. “A husband willing to instruct me in the bedroom and pet me at all hours of the day?”
“Open,” he said roughly while tapping her thigh and taking a seat at the table before her spread body. “I plan to take an inventory of my own.”
Jane pulled her thighs apart until her heated quim opened before Sebastian’s face as he watched in appreciation. The keys on her chatelaine clinked, fueling his lust.
“The smell of your quim,” he said, his eyes nearly rolling back in bliss as he drew his nose through the hair on Jane’s outer lips.
“I smell your honeysuckle soap clinging to this beautiful pelt, but you’re there too, not letting those flowers cover your natural perfection. You’ve been hot and wet for me today?”
“I feared I might make a mess of my skirts, Sebastian,” Jane whispered. “It can’t be normal to be so wet, can it?”
“Your cunny knows it needs to be ready for me to slide in,” he said. “Did your little peppercorn throb for want of my touch?”
“My…?” asked Jane in confusion.
Sebastian settled the pad of his middle finger on his wife’s swollen clitoris and gently slid its hood over the bump.
“Oh, that, oh,” she said, her breath coming faster.
“And your array of bay leaves,” he said, sliding her inner lips open to his hungry view. “Can you see yourself in bloom?”
Jane struggled to see over her skirts, then collapsed back down. “I’ll just have to feel,” she said.
“Would that we could wander the house naked all day so that you might have occasion to study your bloom whenever passing a mirror,” he said.
“I’ll settle for your words instead if it means we can keep the servants happy,” said Jane. “And your touch.”
Sebastian dragged his index finger from his wife’s weeping channel to her hood, teasing along the way until he settled back on her nub, which pulsed under his ministrations. With his other hand, he traced her hole, never venturing inside.
“No visible wound,” he said, placing a kiss over it as Jane moaned and struggled to keep herself even partially propped up.
“Take out your breasts for me, my love,” said Sebastian. “Does your bodice allow it?”
Jane struggled with her modest day dress until she could free one breast.
“That’s it,” he said. “Rub your nipple, pinch it.”
She complied, her legs beginning to shake from the effort of holding herself up and the sensual stimulation at the hands of her husband.
“Sebastian,” she gasped. “Seb, oh—”
“Keep going, keep tweaking your nipple. I’ve got you, love,” he said.
“I need, oh, I need—” she gasped.
“Something inside?” he asked, fingering the opening of her spasming hole. “Not today. You’re still healing, but I intend to fill you again soon. Drive my cock inside again soon.”
“Let me feel it,” she begged. “I need to at least feel it.”
Sebastian stood and fumbled with his trousers until he gave up opening them and settled for grabbing Jane’s hand from her breast and placing it on the placket of his breeches, where he had already formed a visible wet patch because of his leaking cock.
“Do you feel how wet you’ve made my piece?” he asked. “It’s drooling because of proximity to your delicious pussy.”
“I need you on me,” she groaned, drawing him closer to her center by the bulge in her hand.
Sebastian let her direct him, chuckling at his lovely, lusty bride, and allowed himself to collapse on her, caging her in with his forearms. He fit his rigid, clothed cock against her cunt and began pressing rhythmically against her.
“Like that?” he asked while panting from the effort of pantomiming a swive while keeping his piece from exploding in his pants.
Jane could only whine, the wet fabric bulge pushing her to the edge with each careful thrust.
“Let me see that tit,” he said. “Is that nipple ripe for me? Are you ready to feed my heir with this beautiful breast?”
She offered herself up by pushing against the bottom of her breast, allowing Sebastian to suck on the nipple. Finally, he drew his teeth carefully up the peak, and she erupted in a moan while rhythmically working her hips against him.
“That’s it, my love, take it,” he said, wincing as she ground against him in her last moments of orgasm, well after he had spent in his breeches.
Jane let out a low, long whine as her orgasm peaked. She collapsed against the worktable, pulling Sebastian over her.
“Are you crying, darling?” he asked, wiping her cheek with his fingers.
She flinched at the sensation of touch after so much stimulation.
“It’s so good,” she said, her face blank.
He chuckled, pulling back from her body and adjusting his well-used cock within his breeches.
“Are you pained?” asked Jane. “I don’t know what came over me. I could not imagine stopping.”
Sebastian let his hand rest on Jane’s exposed breast. “You were a paragon,” he said. “If men knew they could ask their wives to take such enjoyment in a stolen afternoon moment, there would be no unmarried rakes remaining. They’d all be tilling their brides’ furrows.”
“Is that what you were? A rake?” she asked, placing her hand over his.
“Hardly,” he said, his eyes warm as he surveyed his wife’s disarranged clothes. “A rake would never soil his breeches or conclude the wedding night before the fire had even touched every log on the pile. I am a besotted husband, a faithful beau.”
“I wonder what you’d be like as a rake,” she said, giggling and squeezing his hand in reassurance. “Should the urge ever come over you, I would be the willing target of your raking seduction.”