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condom onto the floor. “I have
a linen sheath, but if you remember correctly you said it was, and I quote,
akin to filling you cunt with sand. Abrasive you said was an understatement and
we declared it unusable. If you don’t wish my seed in you, I’ll withdraw and
spill onto a towel.” But why would he need to? They were married and he needed
an heir. “However, you said you loved the feel of me filling you, coming deep
inside you and making you shout out in pleasure. The heat of my seed as it
gathers pace and floods you is a sensation that surpasses all others. Therefore
why deny us that?”
    Victoria
wriggled until his cock no longer tickled her pussy, and Kit relaxed enough to
let her. He wanted her as soon as possible in all ways imaginable, but knew at
this moment she needed to set the pace.
    “Look,
I seem to have had a weird few hours,” she said slowly. “Hours? God knows.
Anyway. As much as I’d like to have you in me bareback, not at this present
moment in time I wouldn't. I need time to assimilate everything. So it’s cover
up or no nookie.”
    Kit
found the funny side of it— after all he was to all intents and purposes in
these enlightened Regency times allowed to dictate their lives and here was his
wife laying down the law. Not only that, he was happy to let her. He laughed,
even though he had no idea what nookie was. He could, however hazard a guess.
“Who wears the breeches?”
    His
lovely Victoria glowered. “Literally? For the next hundred and so years you do.
Metaphorically? Both of us.” She wriggled and damned if his wayward cock didn’t
register the movement as one designed to entice him to announce his presence
even more forcefully and let several drops of essence coat her tummy. “And tell
that,” she pointed at his pego, “to mind its own business. This is between you
and me. Argh.” She hit her forehead dramatically. “Grr. Now I’m giving your
prick a mind of its own.”
      Kit grinned. “Sometimes I think it already has
one.”

 
    Chapter Seven
     
    Vicky
stared at him until his lips twitched, and then began to laugh. “Now if it
starts to talk back to us, we’ll know we’re in the twilight zone.” Her laughter
increased until he wondered if he’d need to slap her. Then she shuddered and
swallowed several times before she wrapped her arms around herself and sighed.
Perspiration dotted her skin and he was certain tears clung to her lashes. He
ached to kiss them away, but forced himself to stay where he was. First things
first.
      “It’s all true isn’t it?” she asked, slowly.
“It really is 1815, I really am married to you and well, I either flashed
forward to the future, am a seer, or a candidate for Bedlam. I think I prefer
the first.”
    “No
Bedlam. It wouldn’t do the credibility of my line any good. For the rest?
Whichever way you chose to interpret it, you are my wife. Believe it, my dear.”
      Kit leaned forward and kissed her hard on the
lips. That brief touch grounded her more than any words ever could. Somewhere
deep down inside her she recognized it. Recognized him. If she were honest it
scared the shit out of her.
    The
whole scenario did. Here she was in her mind a 21 st century girl, a
fully paid up member of the ‘women are equal’ society, accepting without an
argument that no, actually that was a load of shite.
    “Okay
then.”
    He
raised one sculptured eyebrow. Did they even have tweezers now … then … oh lord
whenever? And would a bloke use them anyway. Shit this back in time crap is
fraught with danger.
      “Do you pluck?” she blurted out.
    “Pluck?”
His expression was puzzled and then it cleared. “Ah you mean fuck? Well, my
dear, you should know.”
      Evidently no he didn’t. Okay then. “Well no,
but okay let’s sort this. No plucking lots of fucking and why not now?”
    Vicky
groaned. Was that potty mouth really her? She, who was so bloody closed mouthed
she never even told her last partner she dared to go bare