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.
