Page 104 of Dick Stone, Regency Stud
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.
Chapter 6
A wise man wouldhave jumped out of bed the next day, drawing a firm line under that distressing defloration and allowing both parties reassurance that nothing about their partnership had changed.
Dick Stone was not a wise man.
He woke to find his hand tenderly cradling Tabby between the thighs. When he tried to withdraw, it turned to stroking her stomach and then plucking at her pretty little nipples.
“I could have filled these last night,” he rasped into her ear.
Thankfully, Tabby wasn’t wise either, and scooted her arse back until it rested on his hips, all the while rocking against him and his stiff cock. It took all of his control to resist the desire to sliphis bare shaft into her cunt, the path once again slick and hot and tempting.
When he pulled away and pushed Tabby into the bed, she held out her arms to him. And being an addlepated lover, he set to sucking her titties afore they even broke their fast.
Thus, he felt uncomfortably aroused when they stopped by a square facing the townhouse owned by Major Thomas Camville.
“If you place your hand on my thigh, my cock is liable to punch through my breeches,” he hissed so passing ladies and gentlemen wouldn’t hear him.
“Maybe if you’d balanced your humors before getting dressed…” she said, casting him a smirk below her raised eyebrow.
The minx. She was punishing him for not fucking her this morning after several rounds of mutual nipple sucking. His excuse for not seating himself deep inside and riding her until they both exploded in bliss had been that she must be sore from losing her virginity. At that, she’d directed his fingers to her slippery entrance and asked if it seemed likesorewas her primary feeling right now.
He’d flicked her nub a few times and left her dripping but ultimately unsatisfied, as was he this altogether too-bright morning. Every morning was too bright with a stiff cock in the smalls.
“Is that Mrs. Camville there with the lapdog?” asked Tabby, nodding discreetly to a lady exiting a carriage.
Tabby was back in Edward’s clothes, and he felt tempted to drag her into a hedge so he might yank those breeches down and—
“The lady,” she repeated, with a knowing look on her face. She pinched his thigh and smiled when he grimaced at her punishment. He should take her behind a tree and—
“The lady with the dog,” she said in a low voice, her pinch moving closer to his rather full sack.
Edward forced himself to focus on the carriage and its former occupants. There was a lady of middle age wearing a beautiful yellow dress and stylish bonnet, carrying a King Charles Spaniel.
An older lady in a dress of the same color, who appeared to be directing their shopping packages into the house, accompanied her.
“I remember her!” he cried, miraculously recalling something from those wine-soaked days in Portugal.
“Mrs. Camville?” asked Tabby, suddenly looking put out.
“No, her mother! I forget her name, Missus… something middling. Her husband was a draper, and she married her daughter off well, despite Camville’s lack of title.”
“Did you like Mrs. Camville?” asked Tabby, her voice altogether too controlled for the question to mean nothing.
Edward turned to her and took her little chin in hand. “Are you jealous, Tabby cat?”
“No,” she huffed.
“Are you dissembling?” he asked, their noses dangerously close together.
“No!”
“Perhaps I should kiss you and scramble your brains, then ask you again.”
