Chapter 4 #2
“My husband has satisfied my every need,” she said, her voice raising with the hem of her dress.
“I can satisfy needs you don’t yet know you have,” he said, burying his face between her legs and drawing forth a squeal of surprise.
“Sir!” she exclaimed while holding the nape of his neck to pull his mouth closer. “You mustn’t!”
He chuckled and looped his arms under her thighs to tilt Jane’s hips up so he could feast with abandon.
“No drawers. What a good, traditional girl,” he said. “All the better for me to toss up your skirts and feast on your treasure.”
Jane’s voice lost its playful tone as she collapsed onto the chair until flat on her back.
“I want to watch what you’re doing but find my arms can’t support me,” she said.
“I’m licking and sucking your pretty cunt until you scream so loud the servants come running,” said Sebastian.
“You wouldn’t,” she moaned, her body chasing him when he drew back momentarily to free his cock from the pantaloons that threatened to cut off his blood flow.
“Do you see what you made me do, Jane?” he asked.
“Your pussy is too delicious, so I was forced to take out my cock and let it drool on your dear husband’s polished floor.
I hope he slips on the puddle I leave and wonders what he did to deserve such a fate, when we both know it is punishment for failing to make your flower fully blossom. ”
“Come back,” she begged as her hands groped for his head so she could direct him to her aching core.
Sebastian caught her hands in his. “What do you need, love?”
“Lips and tongue and more,” she whined, her hips shaking from the strain of trying to grab him and offer her body for ravishment.
He dove in, using his straight patrician nose to open the folds of her pussy, his sneering rake’s lips to suck on her clitoris, and occasionally dragging his disreputable beard stubble that he hadn’t bothered shaving across her tender and trembling thighs.
“You’ll have little burns from my whiskers framing your cunt, and your precious husband will know some other man was here in your cunny,” he said.
Jane was wordless, her back arching, nearly nonsensical as she sought her release.
“Maybe he’ll like the idea of another man making you come, doing his job,” he said.
She whimpered and twisted her own nipple as her body drew tighter and tighter.
“Maybe he’d even like the idea of being cuckolded in his own home. Another man defiling his bride. Plowing her sweet cunt,” he said, inserting the smallest of his fingers into her pussy.
“Oh, that’s wet. Do you hear it?” he asked, working his finger so the wet sound only got louder. “Your quim would soak my cock, flood it.”
“Sebastian, oh my, oh—”
“Now, now, don’t pretend I’m your loving husband just because I’m opening up your pussy for a good fucking,” he said roughly.
“I’m a proud rake about to pound this little cunt, make it mine.
” He withdrew his hand only to slip his ring and middle finger inside her channel as it started to spasm around him.
“No oh, oh,” she cried, bucking against his hand to increase the friction.
“Yes, my sweet, I’ll let you come, but prepare for me to pump a load into this juicy, sucking quim.”
Jane broke apart, her legs almost kicking and hips bouncing as she rode her husband’s stretching fingers. Her body seized, and she emitted a low, animalistic groan as she pulsed around him and shook again.
“That’s it, my love, give it to me,” whispered Sebastian, drawing the tips of his fingers over the internal spots that made her climax continue long after she felt it should have ended.
She huffed out a small cry and dashed a few tears from her unseeing eyes. “Too much,” she said, shying away from his delicious ministrations.
Sebastian gathered her at the edge of the tufted seat and rested his head on her waist. “You were perfect. You even gave me some liquid for rubbing on my cock,” he said, reaching down to smear it on his straining length.
“I always make it wet for you,” she said in a dazed manner, as if mesmerized at a midsummer fair.
“This is special,” he said, gritting his teeth while gripping the base of his shaft to hold back the orgasm that threatened to cut loose. “You gave me more as a reward for that hard orgasm. Did you feel how hard you came?”
She rolled towards him and lightly groaned in response. He laughed and nuzzled the underside of her half-clothed breast.
“I could not have fathomed the depths of your perfection,” he sighed, feeling the weight of his own full sack. “How did I ever get so fortunate as to win your love?”
“I suppose it began when you offered your coat for Miss Winslow to sit upon when her corner of our blanket proved damp in St. James’s Park last year,” Jane said with a smile.
“When you hear of my gentlemanly conduct throughout our fair city, know that I act only to gain favor with my lady wife,” he said, “and access to her favors.”
Jane ran her nails along Sebastian’s thick hairline and pulled upon his ear. “I thought you’d have already put your cock in me, as you promised,” she said with a hint of a smile.
“I? Did I promise that? Perhaps you have me confused with a rake,” he said, nuzzling at a curl while his hand worked his shaft yet again.
“But I’m so ready for you,” Jane said, shifting her thighs apart so he could see the swollen, wet lips of her sex.
Sebastian increased the pace of his strokes and seemed unable to look away from the display before his eyes.
“You stretched me so well, and I’m open for your big,” she licked her lips, “cock.”
Sebastian dug his face into the folds of her dress and groaned as he felt his balls drive seed from his tip, no matter that he was kneeling on the floor of his music room and not within his wife’s divine channel.
“Jane, Jane, Jane,” he said in time with his strokes.
“Yes, say your wife’s name,” she said, “because even if your seed isn’t within me, it’s all mine.”
Sebastian bit down on the fabric of her dress as his seed splattered on the floor and a nearby open book.
“Where did you learn such filthy talk?” he asked with loving wonder.
She stroked his hair again and smiled. “I speak from my heart, as you taught me during our courtship,” she said.
“We certainly never engaged in talk like that!” he exclaimed. “Had I any idea what awaited me in the marriage bed, my dear wife, I’d have been unfit for circulating in society and I’d have likely carried you off to the altar even sooner!”
“You unlocked my heart during our courtship, and I learned how to speak the truth concerning my wishes,” she said. “And now that you have shown me a new world of desires, I find my mouth unable to stop talking to you about them.”
“My true love match,” he said, slumping against the chair. “Did you enjoy your rakely interlude? I’m exhausted from playing such a strutting cock.”
“Are you sure it’s the strutting and not the use of your cock that has you tired?”
“Jane! Such wit and bawdy conversation! If ladies and gentlemen of the ton heard you, they’d think you are some kind of disreputable woman!”
“Do you dislike my conversation?” she asked, her voice soft and serious.
“I cannot fathom how fortunate I am to find in my own home a love that is true and a wife that matches my hunger for physical communion in every way.”
“Would it shock you if I said that I wonder what it would be like if you treated me like a disreputable woman?” she asked. “You have played the rake, but I have yet to play the…what’s the word for a lady that is free with her charms?”
Sebastian groaned. “You will not rile me again today, Jane,” he said. “And I will teach you no unfamiliar words that will only inflame my loins when they pass your lips. You are too powerful already.”
“Would you not like to toss my skirts, though?” she asked. “Shove yourself into me roughly while I beg for more?”
“Jane, have mercy,” he said. “Pray do not continue or we’ll never leave this room. I promise to roger you like the minx you truly are one of these days. Continue to leave off drawers because I’ll need you ready. Now let’s prepare for whatever dinner or ball you’ve promised us to tonight.”
“A salon at Mrs. Meers’ residence,” she said, accepting his hand up from the seat. “Oh dear, whatever is the matter with Fordyce’s Sermons?”
She gestured to the book on the floor, open to some text exhorting young women on the virtues of their chaste flower. But this copy bore the marks of some sort of liquid splashed upon it, causing the pages to warp in places.
“Minor accident involving some fluids,” said Sebastian, tucking himself into his breeches. “Should you find you miss the volume, I’ll order a replacement.”
He tossed the ruined book into the fire. “Though I doubt that will be the case.”