Chapter 5 #2
His eyes caught on her inner lips, swollen and spread, slick and waiting, and he nearly expired on the spot. Edward prayed she hadn’t seen the way his cock had jerked at her display.
“Are you going to come to bed?” she asked, the very picture of innocence. “I think I’m ready now.”
Edward stood there beside their bed, struck dumb, holding his damned cock in that sheath as if it might protect him. But protect him from what? She was just a girl hoping to be rid of her maidenhead, wasn’t she?
He kneeled on the edge of the bed and discovered that he suddenly had altogether too many arms and legs. Eventually, he found his way between her thighs only by studiously avoiding glances at her cunny. His balls felt heavy, as did his head.
“Do I…”
“You can count on the gentleman to take over in all likelihood,” said Edward, his cock in hand as he leaned forward. “There are times a man likes his lady to take the lead, but we should address the fundamental issue at hand first.”
“The issue at hand?” she asked, stroking his cock.
“Yes!” cried Edward, recoiling and sitting on his heels. Her mere touch had come close to unmanning him. Who was he?
“What’s that?”
“It has occurred to me I don’t even know who your people are,” he said.
“My people?”
“Your family. Where do they come from?”
“Why d’ya need to know?” she asked, her nose scrunched in confusion.
“Well, it seems rude to take a young woman’s maidenhead without first asking about her…her family.”
“Do men who hire courtesans ask that before sticking their cocks in?” she asked.
“The good ones do,” said Edward with a huff.
“London,” she said.
“What?”
“Where my people come from. London, far as I know. Might have had a gran from Ireland, but she also lived in London when I knew her.”
“But where did they come from before that?” he asked, bewildered.
“London.”
“That can’t be right,” he muttered.
“All of that is toff stuff — knowing where you’re from, falling in love, getting upset about a little slap.
My belly’s full, and I can read some. I’m doing better than most. Now, do your worst, Dick Stone,” she said, widening her thighs to signal that he should proceed with divesting her of her hymen.
Edward placed a hand on the bed, level with her shoulder, and held the sheath at the base of his shaft.
“You’re sure?” he asked, begging the heavens for her to come to her senses. This had the makings of an absolute disaster.
“Fuck me, Dick Stone.”
He’d heard that request on many occasions, but coming from her lips, it rankled. He was angry, and something near his spine felt hot.
As his cock met her slit, Edward checked that he was lined up correctly. And then he pushed into his friend’s channel for the first time.
Tabby’s breath escaped all in one go, her thighs instinctively cradling him. She fit him perfectly, and he slid into her cunny until he bottomed out.
“Do you…fare well?” he asked, the words barely escaping his tight jaw.
“Oh,” she sighed, her mouth next to his ear. “Oh yes, Edward.”
He felt her soften and squeeze around him, the most pleasurable sensation imaginable. And then he realized the reason he’d resisted sticking his cock inside of Tabby: emotion flattened him; the depth of feelings he’d been trying to contain eviscerated him.
His cock was harder than the stones in the Chasterly jewels, and he was mere seconds from unloading his sack with ignominious speed when he understood the full truth of the matter: he loved his friend.
Might even be in love with her. And he loved something about her that went beyond a fine figure or handsome face.
She’d planted some additional inner organ below his ribs, and nothing short of a medical miracle could excise it.
Not that he wanted to. Edward looked at her face, her eyes closed as she learned the contours of pleasure. Gesù, what had he done? Yet he couldn’t regret it, not now that he had her around him.
“Edward.” It was a plaintive little cry, a begging little utterance, and he was undone. His love was crying his name — his real name — and he longed to plant himself within her body.
His sack protested, and he yelped at the surge of seed pounding at the doors, demanding that he fill Tabby.
Edward yanked from her clasp. But he was not such a gentleman that he could resist tearing the letter from his shaft, then jerking himself over Tabby’s prone form. She watched with wide eyes as his spend erupted in great jets, painting the skin on her belly.
She breathed hard and looked down at the mess he’d made.
He was still stroking, squeezing every drop onto her navel and watching as it cooled on her skin.
“I didn’t realize…”
“Not all men do this. Not. Like this.”
“Oh.”
Edward regained some sense, his head curiously not pounding in the usual way it did after one of his cock’s realizations.
“You’ve not reached paroxysm,” he said.
“Well, it’s no bother,” she said, making to get up. “That’s the way it will be, won’t it?”
Not on his fucking watch, it wouldn’t be. Edward slid down her body and settled between Tabby’s thighs.
“When a gentleman has been remiss in controlling the speed at which he spends,” said Edward, parting her inner lips, “he might bestow oral pleasures.”
“Plate 21,” she mused aloud. “I wondered—oh!”
He was on her bud, inducting her in cunt-licking with gentle swipes. Tabby’s hips rolled as if she stood on the deck of a ship sailing through swells; she chased her pleasure with effortless sensuality. He hiked one of her thighs onto his shoulder and opened her further to his mouth.
He mentally thanked his Holywell Street bookseller for supplying that pornographic text with plate 21, Tabby’s London- and Irish-born ancestors, and his own dexterous tongue for making her cry out despite his early release.
“Does it hurt?” he asked, running his tongue gently over her newly used entrance.
“No,” she sighed, her back bowing and little breasts in hand. What he wouldn’t give to see them swollen with milk. And with that, his cock hardened again, the damned thing.
It was when he moved back to pleasuring her nub that his hand unconsciously shifted to her belly. He felt his own slick spend on her skin and tried to pull back, but she grabbed for him and didn’t let go.
Their hands were clasped together in that mess on her stomach, the seed smeared onto their fingers and wrists as she writhed under his ministrations.
“You’ve a very pretty little kitty here, Tabby,” said Edward, sucking her bump and then licking her faster.
“Oh, don’t say that,” she moaned, her thighs tensing around his ears.
“But you’re so lovely and wet. You’ve got a fat little cunny for me, don’t you? You swelled up so nicely for my cock, and now I need to give you a treat.”
Tabby moved the hand still resting on her breast tentatively to the crown of his head.
“Going to show me where you want this tongue, my pretty kitty?”
“Edward, to say such—”
“That’s it,” he said, coaxing her inexpert but delicious discovery. “Put this tongue where you want it.”
“I want…”
She rolled her hips in frustration and tried to get his mouth where she needed it, but her huff signaled it wasn’t quite right.
“Where, Tabby?”
“In.”
“In where?”
“In the hole,” she whispered.
Edward chuckled and dove in, fitting his tongue into her newly used cunt. He worked it in and out, pantomiming the thrusting of his cock.
He felt Tabby’s legs shake and her hand gripped his harder in that mess on her stomach, so Edward redoubled his efforts and soon had her screaming into the crook of her arm.
When she broke under his tongue, Tabby gave a yelp and then thrashed her upper body about as he held her hips in place while licking her to completion.
***
With a wet cloth in hand, Edward returned to wash his darling Tabby. Her eyes stayed closed, but she smiled when he wiped each of her fingers. Then he gently swiped between her legs, and finally cleaned her belly.
After drying her off and pulling the bedclothes over them, Edward settled behind Tabby in the way he’d thought about all day: his body covering her back, wrapped around her. He had her safe in his arms.
He let his hand drift to the place he’d marked with his seed and felt the soft skin over her womb.