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.
