A Duet of Regency Sex Comedies (2 page)

Vincent
turned with a sardonic grin that made even Lord Rothersford shudder. But he
didn’t make Cubby shudder. And soon he would be between those soft pink thighs.
Then he would ensure he made her shudder in a very pleasing way. He’d held her
softness in his arms tonight as they danced, just a taste of what she had to
offer him. He could hardly wait to sample the rest.

Chapter Two

Vincent glanced across
the carriage at his bride. It had all been accomplished in a matter of days
with a special license. There was gossip, he knew there would be. Why had he chosen
the younger sister, had there been inappropriate behavior…had he somehow
compromised her…had Lord Rothersford forced his hand or had he simply taken an
odd liking to her?
Poor thing
! Their
faces were plainly readable. She was adorable and sweet natured, and he was
pretty sure they were being compared to the old fable of the beauty and the
beast. Yet oddly, in the brief amount of time he’d spent with her, it was plain
that Cubby didn’t think of herself as beautiful at all and she wasn’t repulsed
by him either.

The brief wedding
breakfast accomplished, they drove the short distance to Vincent’s townhouse.
He didn’t want to drive all the way out into the country to his estate. He
wanted her here and now. Cubby, whose full name Cuthbertina was entirely too
long and formal for her, smiled happily at him. No one ever looked at him that
way, he raised one sardonic brow, and her lips simply twitched a little. No,
not intimidated at all.
Very strange.

But the day was still
young.

The
members of his household staff were all lined up on the steps awaiting him and
his new duchess. Vincent allowed her time to greet them briefly and then simply
led her by the hand to his room, waving away the servants. They’d been plied
with more food and drink than necessary at the wedding breakfast and had simply
driven across town, they had no further need of refreshments, and he could give
Cubby a tour of the house later. There was other business he wanted to attend
to first.

Cubby’s eyes rounded
slightly when the door to his bedroom suite closed behind them and she found
herself alone with Vincent for the first time. He leaned back against the
sturdy oak paneled door and crossed his arms, observing her. She removed her
bonnet, looking around.

“It is a nice room
Vincent,” she said. “Are we sharing?”

“Sharing what?”

“The
room.”

“Do you want to?” he
asked curiously.

“That would be nice,
though I’m sure I will need a rather large dressing room, my trousseau is quite
extensive, but…” Vincent walked toward
her,
she didn’t
back up a single step.
Decidedly odd.

He
pulled her into his arms; her palms came to rest on the dark fabric of his
morning coat as she looked up at him.

“I’m curious though,”
she said conversationally. “Why would we share a bed? From what I have observed
in other households, most couples do not share a room. And why is it that a
wedding night is called ‘a bedding’, when I hardly think a bed is even
necessary to accomplish the deed is it?”

Vincent’s
eyebrows shot up. “You don’t think so?” Perhaps she was more knowledgeable than
he’d first thought?

“Not according to what
I have witnessed in the animals in the fields, I mean…”

Vincent barely held
back his shout of laughter. He shook his head, biting his bottom lip.

“That is why we’re here
isn’t it?
To accomplish the bedding right away?”

“Yes.” The less he said
the more he would learn from the loquacious Cubby, he decided.

“Would you like me to
assume the position?”

Vincent nodded, eyes
twinkling.

“Where?”

“Wherever you will be
comfortable,” he said magnanimously. He hadn’t had this much fun in years, if
ever.

“Very
well then.
May I suggest the sheepskin rug? It
does look very comfortable. It should be a little easier on my knees.”

Her knees?
Was she going
to…she was! He watched in utter disbelief as Cubby walked toward the fireplace
and knelt down on the enormous sheepskin rug, assuming a position he’d seen the
animals in the fields use for mating.
Waiting.

“Is this all right?”
she asked over her shoulder.

Why
look a gift horse in the mouth, or anywhere else for that matter? He could see
from her position, the fabric of her thin cotton gown rested softly over her
naked bottom. Suddenly, his humor vanished and he took a deep gulp of air.

He
knelt down behind her, and raised her skirt, she simply waited. This had never
happened to

him
before; even his mistress would have a cheeky remark or two if he told her to
get on all fours. But the sight of the two soft rounded globes of her pale pink
bottom suddenly drove all thoughts of humor from his addled brain. This was
what she wanted? Then it was what he would give her. His body hardened
instantly at the thought. It couldn’t be this easy, could it?

Cubby turned to look
over her shoulder at the delay. She hadn’t even undressed. So perhaps she
wasn’t quite as knowledgeable as she had seemed? On his knees behind her, he
took both silky globes in his hands, caressing, just to see what she would do.
She sighed. Was that good or bad?
Impatience or pleasure?
He stroked some more, down the very backs of her thighs, and thought he saw a
delicate quiver run through her. Damn it, he couldn’t tell if she was happy
about this or not, but his member was, he pressed up against her slightly, she
appeared to be bracing herself in anticipation. The first bedding was something
he should probably get on with, especially since she was making it so easy for
him. He could teach her more in time, but he was beginning to think he would
enjoy having her in this position quite regularly.

He rose up behind her,
freeing himself from the confines of his clothing, he allowed his shaft to rest
against her bottom,
she
made a small sound at the feel
of him there, but didn’t move away. He tugged her hips closer. “Put your elbows
down on the ground Cubby,” he instructed.

“Are you sure?” She
didn’t sound at all certain of that idea.

“Very.”

Cubby
complied and his blood thundered in his ears. Perfect! He could see her soft
pink nether lips ready and waiting for him to part them and enter her feminine
depths. His rod grew harder at the enticing sight. Very slowly he moved,
finding her entrance with the head of his shaft and slowly inching his way
inside. She was small and tight, and exquisite. He closed his eyes enjoying the
hot tight silky feel of her, until he came to her barrier. Damn, he’d forgotten
about that. With such a willing little wife, the last thing he wanted to do was
put her off for any of their future encounters. Maybe a little distraction
would be good. He doubted she’d ever felt what he was about to make her feel,
though with Cubby, she might know her own body better than he thought! He
reached around stroking a hand over her thigh and into her silky heat from the
front,
he coaxed her folds apart with his fingertips and
began to stroke gently as he moved very slowly deeper inside. He could hear her
soft pants as he moved back and forth, timing his stroking
touch
in unison with the movements of his shaft. When he felt her body begin to react
to his ministrations and she gasped in shock at the new sensation of her very
first climax rippling through her, he knew her body was primed and ready for
him. Finally he thrust fully into her, fracturing the delicate barrier. She
sagged for a moment, but he kept her hips glued to his, enjoying the perfect
view.

“Cubby?”

“Yes?” she murmured.

“Are you alright?”

“I think so.”

Vincent
almost
laughed,
she was handling this very well. He
began to move. “Push back against me as I move,” he instructed. She did take
instruction admirably well, he thought watching her little bottom move.

He
felt the draw of her perfect tight channel like a warm silk glove stroking the
essence from his shaft. He simply couldn’t help
it,
he
thrust faster and harder, watching his own thighs pelting against her soft
bottom. Until he cried out and released into her depths. Sagging forward he
braced one arm against the fireplace, the other still holding Cubby’s lovely
form against him. But he didn’t want to pull out, not yet, this felt too damn
good. He was still hard. More gently now, he moved, languorously sliding in and
out, watching the way their bodies fit together so perfectly, he could do this
all day. Day after day, he mused closing his eyes as he came a second time.

Chapter Three

Cubby awoke in an
unfamiliar bed, and for the first time in her life, she was not alone. After
Vincent had accomplished their bedding last night, he’d been very kind to her.
He’d ordered her a bath, and insisted she relax by the fire; then he’d taken
himself off to bathe in another room. She had been tired after all the
excitement of the previous days, and after her bath, she had simply slipped
naked into Vincent’s bed since there had been no time for her maid to unpack,
and he had said they would be sharing after all. Quickly she had fallen asleep.
Now she opened her eyes and stared at the giant dark hulking man lying beside
her.

His long mane of jet
black hair splayed across the stark white pillow, the stubble of a new day
dotting his chin, the massive chest that rose and fell very softly with each
breath. Small flat male nipples a slightly darker shade than his tanned skin,
and coarse black hairs sprinkled across his muscular chest narrowing down to
disappear beneath the covers; he must be naked, she mused. She hadn’t seen a
man naked yet. Their bedding had been accomplished dressed, and he’d left her
afterwards to bathe. The lines beneath the coverlet delineated his hulking
form, even his feet were enormous, she had a sudden odd desire to see them, and
the rest of his large muscular body. She reached for the covers, suddenly
noticing an odd tented shape in his
groin,
she lifted
the coverlet and stared in disbelief at the giant thing that thrust out from
his body. That was what he’d thrust into her last eve? It was huge! She gasped
as the thing suddenly appeared to move. Her gaze flew to his face, his unique
amber eyes were open and watching her.

“I beg your pardon!”
she said suddenly embarrassed at being caught invading his privacy.

Vincent’s eyes rounded
and his lips compressed into a firm line. Was he
cross
with her? “I should not have been looking at…
that
without your permission!” she said wondering if he was
appalled.

“You can look at my
body anytime you wish Cubby,” he said, his voice flat and giving no hint of
emotion at all. Frowning she peered at him in attempt to ascertain his mood.
His big black bushy eyebrows went up.

“Thank you.”

***

Vincent looked at his
adorably disheveled new wife. Her curling blonde hair mussed and her eyes round
as she dropped the bed covers back into place.

‘
Thank you’?
She had said it with such seriousness he’d had to clear
his throat to maintain his composure.

She reached for her
robe. He’d allowed her maid to slip in last night and lay it across the bottom
of the bed before unpacking the rest of Cubby’s things in the adjoining
dressing room while Cubby slept serenely in his bed. She had actually appeared
content.

“No clothes, not yet,”
he commanded.

Cubby’s hand stilled,
the bed covers had fallen away and Vincent watched her, just as she had gazed
on him. Her small perky pale pink breasts were firm and the nipples titled ever
so
slightly upwards as they reacted to the cool
morning air.

“Why
not?”

“We have time for more
bedding this morning,” he said shifting a little as his morning erection thrust
out even harder from his body as though reacting to his words.

“We are going to do it
again?” she asked incredulously.

“Of course,” he said
simply, the less he said the better with Cubby, allowing her to speak could be
very revealing he’d discovered. But still he was stunned when she rose from the
bed and strode over to kneel on the rug by the fireplace once again. Holy
Saints! He wasn’t sure he could walk that far.

“I’d prefer to do it
here Cubby,” he said, watching as she rose and walked back across the room
toward him in all her naked glory, then climbed back onto the bed. Her body was
sheer perfection, petite, well formed, and one hundred percent his alone.

“Hold onto the
headboard,” he instructed.

“Vincent?” she said,
her voice quivering a little uncertainly. Damn! He should have known it was too
good to be true. She didn’t want to.