Page 103 of Dick Stone, Regency Stud
“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.
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