A Duet of Regency Sex Comedies (3 page)

“Yes Cubby?”

“Are you sure it’s
going to fit? I mean, it is really huge…” she eyed his thrusting penis over her
shoulder, her hands gripping the wooden headboard until the knuckles were
white. He tried really hard not to laugh, but it escaped as a snort.

“It’s
the very same size it was yesterday Cubby, and we fit together just fine then.”

“Very
well then,” she said pragmatically, and leaned forward waiting for him to enter
her. He was tempted to tell her it didn’t need to be in this position, but he
found he really liked the idea of simply gradually coaxing her into new ones.

“Lean forward just a
little,” he said.

“Do I need to put my
elbows down again?”

“No,
not this time.”

He moved behind her,
positioning her over his shaft and slowly drew her down onto him. Savoring
every moment as her body enveloped him. It felt so good to be inside her.

“How does that feel
Cubby?” he asked, surprising himself with the question.

“I can feel it up to
here,” she said drawing her hand across her belly.

“Does it feel good?” he
just had to know, tempted to start moving but enjoying the tight hot feel of
her surrounding him for the moment. Surprised to find he really wanted her to
like this, not just tolerate it.

“Yes,” she whispered.

He couldn’t see her
face from the back, he’d never even kissed her he suddenly realized, but then
hadn’t he said he wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth? His mistress
had sex with him for the money, though she did laugh and tease a bit and didn’t
seem particularly appalled by him.
But Cubby?
She
seemed to almost like this, but he didn’t want to push his luck. Suddenly she
flexed her inner muscles. He gasped.

“Oh!
I’m sorry! Did I hurt you? I…” She tried to turn to him. But quickly he steered
her back forward.

“No,
you didn’t hurt me,” he began moving her hips showing her how to pump up and
down. “I liked it,” he admitted. Almost groaning again at the exquisite
sensations she was eliciting from his throbbing shaft.

“I should do it again
then?” she queried.

“Yes!” he hissed out as
she flexed her inner muscles once again. He had planned to pleasure her too,
but he couldn’t think straight, couldn’t move for the intensity of the climax
suddenly coming up from the depths of his soul and rolling through him. Panting
he roared out a curse and followed it up with a muffled laugh. Cubby apparently
a little unnerved by
this,
remained very still, as she
was in his lap.

Vincent’s head was
resting against her soft
neck,
he inhaled her fragrant
scent and nuzzled her softly with his lips. She gasped, but didn’t attempt to
move away. His hands stole up, cupping her soft pink breasts, one lovely
handful in each palm, he tenderly lifted them as though weighing them against
his palms, and when he stroked his thumbs across her nipples she squirmed. He
was still embedded inside her, and her movements were just the right kind of
friction to make him glad they hadn’t moved their positions.

“Turn your head to me
Cubby,” he said.

Eyes wide, Cubby did
just that and he captured her mouth with his, his strong hands moved to grasp
her small waist. When his lips met hers, he knew he was in seventh heaven,
uninitiated in the art of kissing, she was tentative, but she was responding.
This was hardly how he had imagined he would first kiss her. He flicked his
tongue across the seam of her lips and she gasped in surprise, he delved
inside, holding her to him, and deepening the kiss even as he grew increasingly
harder inside her. Gently he rocked her body over his own, stroking with his
tongue and deeply inside her with his shaft. He felt her entire body respond
when his fingertips stroked down to touch her intimately, finding her
delightfully wet. When she came, he joined her, her inner muscles flexing as her
climax hit sending him careening over the edge with her.

“Vincent?”

“Yes?” he cringed
hoping she wasn’t mad as hell or hating him yet.

“I
think I understand now why they call it ‘bedding’.”

Chapter Four

When Vincent left the
room to allow her some privacy to bathe, he was stunned and a little shaken.
His new bride appeared to actually almost like him. She more than tolerated him
at least. He was used to being tolerated. He’d attempted to develop a sense of
humor about his looks but hadn’t ever really quite succeeded.
Marly
, his
long time
mistress had
been kind, she’d taught him a lot about a woman’s body, and he’d always tried
to give her pleasure in return. She’d told him the knowledge would be useful
someday, she had been right; though he couldn’t imagine any other young woman
but Cubby responding to him like this. Certainly none of the other three stick
figures at the ball with their pouty faces, entitled attitudes and demands.
There was so much more he was looking forward to teaching Cubby he realized.
Calling for his valet, he quickly bathed and dressed in the adjoining room.
Then whistling he sauntered downstairs to the breakfast room.

When Cubby joined him
he couldn’t help but be amused by her hearty appetite. He had definitely kept
her busy. He was feeling quite relaxed himself. But he wondered if she was
aware that this was going to be her daily routine from now on?
But how to broach the subject?
Or perhaps he should merely
keep quiet and show her. He was pondering that very thought when the housekeeper
interrupted.

“Begging
you pardon Your Grace, but there are callers here for you.” The housekeeper was
addressing Cubby. She looked up in surprise, not as yet accustomed to her new
title.

“For
me?”

“Your sisters are here,
Your Grace. Lady Adele and Lady Susan, and also your friend Lady Rose, shall I
tell them you are in?”

“Yes, thank you Mrs.
Harris.”

With a smile Cubby
hurried to the morning room to greet her friend and sisters. Vincent sighed,
who called on a woman on her honeymoon? Maybe they wanted to see if she had
survived the bedding with the beast? Suddenly their attitude depressed him.
He’d been amused by them before, but not now. Now he was going to find out
exactly what they had to say for themselves, and to his little Cubby.

***

Cubby entered the
morning room to find three round eyed faces turned worriedly in her direction.

“Are you alright
Cubby?” Lady Rose asked quickly, hurrying over to place a solicitous hand on
her shoulder, the other two appeared to be looking her over very carefully too.

“I’m fine, why? What is
troubling you?”

“Did he bed you last
night?” Lady Adele asked bluntly.

“Yes of course, it was
our wedding night.”

“How
was it?” Lady Susan asked in a hushed conspiratorial whisper.

“It
was…” Cubby hesitated attempting to find the right words to describe her
experience.

Vincent
strained to hear behind the hidden panel leading to the secret passageways that
snaked throughout the house.

“Well?” the three
demanded impatiently.

“It was much more
exciting than I anticipated.”

“
Exciting
?” they all queried at once.

“Yes.” Cubby nodded.

“How did he do it?”
asked Lady Rose, she was the more demure looking of the three and also the most
nosey.

“Just
as I anticipated.”

They stared at her
hard, each remembering her words in the library days earlier, for a moment no
one spoke. Then finally Lady Susan gasped in disgust, “You mean, like…the
beasts in the field?”

“Yes of course, but…”
Why were they all looking at her in horror? Perhaps they were not aware that it
was a beautiful experience? None of them had yet experienced such bliss. “Well,
this morning he had me hold onto the headboard and did it…”

All three squealed in
dismay and quickly put their hands over their ears, only lowering their hands
when they were all quite sure she had stopped talking.
“Cubby!”
Lady Adele said suddenly, shuddering dramatically. “That is not how it is done!
Only animals do it that way! Don’t you know that? You are supposed to
lie
quietly with him on top, open your thighs and…and…allow
him to…”

“You
are wrong!” Cubby affirmed.

“No Cubby.” They all
sighed sadly, shaking their heads at the awful fate that had befallen her as
they left.

“I knew he was a
beast.”

“You were right.”

“Absolutely!
An animal!”

Cubby sat down hard.
What were they trying to tell her? She had done something wrong? But how could
they know? They knew only what they had heard from their shared governess, an
old maid, who herself was quite innocent and had reluctantly explained the
procedure when pressed, whilst stammering and blushing profusely. Perhaps they
had all been misinformed? It didn’t make sense.

***

Vincent strolled into
the drawing room to join Cubby, trying hard to appear nonchalant. It had been a
wonderful start to their honeymoon, he hoped the ‘three ugly debutantes’ as he
thought of them, hadn’t ruined it now.

Cubby crossed her arms
over her chest and glared at him. “You were listening,” she accused.

“How did you know?”

“You are wearing a very
sheepish look,” she stated. Unfortunately she was starting to look a little, a
lot, angry with him. “Well?” she demanded. “Is it true?”

Silently
Vincent debated his options.

“What
is true, Cubby,” he stated emphatically, deciding he was going to brazen it
out. “Is that as your husband, I can make love to you anywhere, anytime, and in
any position I choose. I simply allowed you to choose the position.”

Cubby rose, and stood,
nose to nose, or more like nose to chest with him as she was so small. “And
exactly how many ways are there to ‘make love’ as you call the bedding?” she
demanded crossly glowering up at him.

“Enough to keep us busy
for a very long time.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean,
Cubby, that
I intend to make love to you every single day of
our married life. And sometimes,” he said slowly beginning to remove his cravat
and tossing it aside, “more than once in a day.”

“Are you serious?” she
demanded. “I thought the bedding was merely for procreation!”

“That is just one of
the benefits, or perhaps if a couple isn’t compatible…and do not enjoy each
other, they need not do it unless they
wish
to...procreate.”

“I see,” she said
thoughtfully, watching as he removed his shirt, next
came
the breeches, and soon he stood before her completely naked.
His
shaft already straining eagerly in her direction.
In one swift swipe,
the dress came over her head and he pulled her into his arms.

“Vincent?”

“Yes?”

“What
does ‘make love’ mean?”

“I fully intend to show
you.”

Fortunately Vincent had
the foresight to call out to the housekeeper that they were not to be
disturbed, before he locked the door and wrapped Cubby in his warm embrace.
Lovingly she wrapped herself around him as though his words had somehow freed
her to act as she wished. Holding his naked
body close
,
she stroked her small hands tenderly up and down his spine as though feeling
the shape and texture of him. Vincent dipped his head and shocked her by taking
a beaded nipple into his mouth. He almost chuckled, when he thought of what she
would do when he suckled her down lower, as he fully intended to do, but later,
his newly initiated bride was a passionate and willing lover, but still he
didn’t want to shock her. Not yet. He traced kisses back up to her mouth,
kissing her deeply, gratified by her response as she drew him closer,
tentatively
kissing him back. She attempted to learn from
him, laughing at his response as she teased his nipples in return with her
tongue.

He lay her down on the
soft
Aubusson
rug and entered her in traditional
missionary fashion. “This
Cubby,
is the way many
people do it, but any way that feels good is acceptable,” he said leaning on
his elbows looking down into her azure blue eyes. “Now, wrap your legs around
my waist, and hold on,” he instructed.

He
thrust harder than he had before, driven by a desperate need to join with her
more deeply, as though connecting their very souls. Finally, sweat covered and
panting, he felt Cubby shudder against him, gripping his shoulders still
tighter, and they soared over the edge into a sea of sensation together, her
ripples of pleasure enhancing his own.

Vincent
held her in his arms, kissing her forehead, as they both returned slowly to
earth, he drew a blanket from the edge of the sofa, covering them both, and
they dozed.