Chapter 5
His wife was taunting him. Once again, she was leaning over the large embroidery frame in the drawing room after dinner, her bottom wiggling freely as she worked.
Sebastian sipped brandy and plotted his course of action. She’d summoned him some days ago to see the outline of their family crest on the stretched fabric. He’d stood close behind her while feeling the raised stitches she’d so proficiently added.
Each night, he escorted her to bed and slid into her quim, finding her primed, wet, and willing. If he was correct, she worked herself up while stitching and winding up Sebastian. Why were they waiting until reaching the marital bed to commence the coupling?
Yet he paused each night, thinking that his lady wife deserved better than to be plowed in the family drawing room like a common woman.
She had said, in the heat of their passion, something about wanting to be treated as a harlot, but did she mean it? She’d been astonishingly receptive, nay, enthusiastic, about all his lusty play, but could that possibly include copulating on the floor where their children would someday play?
One more twitch from her delectable bum, and he decided. He had already locked the doors to the room. It was now time to seduce his wife.
“Madam,” he said, approaching from behind, “your gown requires some assistance.”
She turned her head slightly to acknowledge him. “Oh, thank you, my lord, but I’m certain my lady’s maid would be happy to provide aid,” said Jane.
“I’ll handle the problem,” he said. “If you’d merely brace your hands on the frame while I rectify it?”
Jane leaned forward, gripping the embroidery frame and pushing her arse back. The minx! He should have known that the slightest nudge would set loose a torrent of sensuality and husband torture. His luck would never run out married to a woman like this.
“If you insist, sir,” she said dreamily.
Sebastian whipped her skirts up faster than he had planned, leading to them slipping before he could catch and hold them in place.
He reached out to pet her furred cunny lips between her squirming thighs. “Open up and let me see how wet you are from stitching the family crest,” he growled. “Do you enjoy needlework that much?”
She clung to the frame and widened her stance. “It’s not just the stitchery that I like,” she said. “It’s the idea of adding members to your—our—family line.”
He drew in a breath. “You can’t already know, can you?” he asked with wonder.
“Not yet,” she said softly. “But we’re working so hard on the project that it seemed only right to begin making the first baby’s blanket.”
“Oh, my love,” he sighed, sniffing her hair while crowding into her. “Please feel no pressure on my account. I’d hate for…”
“Yes, Sebastian?” she said, her voice tremulous.
“I’d hate for your hopes to be disappointed when nature sometimes takes time to produce new shoots,” he said, suddenly emotional when he thought of his wife experiencing any pain or distress should the heirs not arrive as quickly as she hoped.
“I don’t mean to worry you,” said Jane. “I will attempt to temper my expectations.”
Sebastian wrapped his arms around her. “Let us set aside all concerns and enjoy each other for now. I, too, can’t wait to see our baby sleeping beneath this beautiful blanket, but first I need to put a baby inside you, a task I do so enjoy performing.”
“What if you’ve already planted a baby in me?” she asked, warming to this line of conversation.
“I’ll give you another one so fast that we’ll have twins. Does that alarm you?” he asked.
“I don’t believe alarm is the word for it,” she said, subtly shifting her backside against his tented breeches.
“That’s my girl,” said Sebastian. “I’ll give you a whole litter. Now brace your hands on that frame and bend over like a woman who wants to be made a mother tonight.”
Jane flopped towards the embroidery frame, cocking her hips so that Sebastian could see her cunny lips, now glazed in moisture, slightly spread in anticipation of his arrival.
He used his thumbs to pull her arse apart, then dove in to lap at her clitoris as his nose teased the entrance of her channel.
“Sebastian!” she exclaimed, going up on tiptoes because of the unexpected stimulation.
“Drive yourself back onto my face,” he said when he came up for air.
She bucked her hips in that inexpert, but ever so effective fashion that had Sebastian groaning into her cunt.
“Have I opened up this pussy sufficiently?” he asked. “I’ve been ready to fill you since two nights ago.”
“I’ve been trying to entice you to take me since three nights ago,” she said, tilting her hips to get more of his mouth.
“I won’t be gentle,” warned Sebastian, standing up as he drew forth his cock. The flap of his breeches slapped against his thighs in a way that made Jane shiver. “Brace.”
Jane gripped the frame and laid her head on the embroidered crest, loving the feel of the raised stitches on her cheek as her husband fitted the swollen head of his cock against the sensitive opening of her cunt.
“When I see those pussy lips grip me,” he said, trailing off as he fed more of his shaft into his wife, “are you going to take all of me? I know you’re but a honeymoon removed from virginity, but you can handle being stuffed by your husband’s cock, can’t you?”
“I’ll try,” she said while crying out as he thrust inside of her.
“I’ll make your cunt swallow it,” he said, setting a hard pace. He settled a hand on his wife’s back and helped her arch to allow him to thrust to greater depths.
“Who would have thought that delicate Miss Simmons would take a cock so well?” asked Sebastian as he watched himself ride his bride hard.
Jane’s head lolled against the stretched fabric, fighting the urge to drool in near stupefaction only to save her stitchery.
Sebastian slowed his strokes while holding the base of his cock. “Can I find a spot that makes you explode as completely as I do, my love?”
“Mmm,” said Jane, hanging on to the frame because her legs began to give out.
“Do you feel that?” he asked, dragging the head of his cock against the front wall of her channel.
She mewled, overwhelmed at the unfamiliar sensations.
He reached his hand around to her front, dipping between her thighs to rub her clitoris without finesse but with a good deal of enthusiasm.
Sebastian gripped the embroidery frame, his hand just above Jane’s as he drove himself home hard.
She violently spasmed around his cock while emitting a low howl of primal pleasure.
“Oh fuck, you’re choking it,” he said. “Squeeze it good, my girl. That’s a good little pussy, letting me break her in.”
The wet, lurid sounds of their coupling spurred him on, and Sebastian gripped the frame harder while he took his last strokes.
Jane roused herself and breathed out, “Give me your heir.”
He’d been on the verge of coming, but the needy exhortation only drove him faster to the inevitable conclusion as he bore down on the frame while using his hand on Jane’s hip to make their bodies connect more forcefully.
Just as his seed erupted, the wooden embroidery frame splintered under the force of his hand, and they both stumbled. Sebastian recovered himself just in time to prevent Jane from tumbling forward.
“My love, are you hurt?” he asked, bringing his arm protectively around her waist as they caught their breath.
She leaned back into the circle of his arms. “I’ve suffered no damage, thanks to you,” she said, “but your hand is bleeding.”
Jane whipped the fichu from her neckline and wrapped it around Sebastian’s index finger, which had briefly snagged on the broken edges of the frame.
“I have been a fool, my darling bride,” said Sebastian, nosing at the curls near her ear.
“At every turn, I have thought to teach you passion and instruct you in debauchery, thinking that because you are so recently from the schoolroom, you must need my instruction. Your innate sensual gifts rival those of Mozart in the realm of music. You needed no lessons from me, not so much your senior, to become the more expert party in this marriage bed.”
“A marriage requires two parties working together, does it not? But if you’d like me to lead in the bedroom,” she dropped her voice, “or the drawing room, I have some ideas that might interest you.”
“And I vow to love, honor, and obey your every whim, my lady.”
THE END