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Penelope was up late reading on the settee in their bedroom, dressed for bed, when she heard Colin lumbering through the house, finally home after a night out with his brothers. She smiled to herself. She had thought perhaps he would be home too late for them to retire to bed together as they were accustomed to doing. It was after midnight and she was starting to feel very sleepy.
He opened the door, looking only slightly disheveled, his eyes a bit overbright. His cravat was undone and he had clearly started undoing his waistcoat on the stairs up to their room. He was devastatingly handsome.
“Good evening darling,” she said. “Did you have a good time?”
He mumbled something she could not quite hear, shedding his outer layers of clothes as he closed the door behind him. She was enjoying watching him, sitting up straighter on the settee so she could see him better, when he strode across the room toward her, intentional and calculated.
He stopped right in front of her, his hips at her eye level, cupping her chin in his big, warm hand. She looked up at him and his eyes were dark, hungry. He was looking at her mouth.
“Colin?”
He pulled on her slightly, drawing her to him. His other hand went to his trousers, unbuttoning them lazily as he shuffled up even closer to her.
“I have a need,” he growled under his breath. He had finished undoing his buttons. He pushed his trousers slightly down, pulling his hard cock out, brushing it against her lips. “Open your mouth.”
Penelope’s mouth dropped open immediately. As soon as he spoke to her in that rough way, her mind was sweetly blank.
He pushed into her mouth slowly, the smooth length of him sliding over her tongue. She wrapped her lips around him, looking up at him through her lashes.
He wasn’t looking at her eyes, though. He was looking at where his cock was sliding into her mouth, his teeth digging into his bottom lip as he moved his hand from her chin to the back of her neck, his fingers in her hair. He pulled her onto him deeper, grazing the back of her throat. He pulled out slowly and then pushed back in, holding her head right there as he thrust shallowly in and out of her mouth.
Penelope breathed hard through her nose, trying to keep still. She loved it when he did this. She loved being used by him, at his mercy, pleasing him.
He started thrusting in a little deeper, holding her firmly by the back of her head. She whimpered around his cock and he put his other hand on top of her head, pulling her all the way down, her throat stretched around him as he held her face against his groin.
Penelope dropped her book, her hands going up to press against his hips. She could hear the choking sound coming out of her as she fought for breath.
“Shhhh…” he murmured. “Swallow. Let me have you.” Penelope forced herself to swallow down around his cock, the urge to gag passing.
He held her there for a few moments longer, her whimpering little breaths leaking out around him. When he released her, pulling her off him, drool and gasps coming out of her mouth, it was only for a moment. He leaned over her, pressing her mouth back open, his cock sliding back over her tongue. He pushed so that her head fell back against the headrest, trapped underneath his weight as he gripped the headrest on either side of her head, slowly fucking back into her mouth.
Penelope felt overwhelmed, surrounded by his demanding body on all sides. He straddled her, her hands going to his thighs to steady herself. Her head was thrown back as he loomed over her, pressing in deeper and deeper, her mouth dripping at the corners, her eyes starting to leak with the strain, her thighs trembling and her cunt throbbing with arousal.
She held as still as she could, letting him use her mouth. When he pulled out of her and got off her, she almost whined with the loss of the feeling of him on her.
But he was pulling her with him, dragging her to her feet without a word. He pulled her toward the bed, turning her so the back of her legs bumped up against the side of it, stopping her movements with a jolt. He reached down and pulled up the hem of her nightgown, tearing it over her head and throwing it away. He hunched down, taking her breast in his mouth roughly, his tongue and teeth grazing over her nipple as he sucked on her hard.
She moaned loudly, her hands going to tangle in his hair. He let out a rough growl, straightening up and taking his mouth off of her with a pop. He gripped her arms firmly in his rough hands, pulling her hands off his hair with a reproving look.
He pushed her down on the bed, pinning her by her arms, his body pushed up between her thighs, his cock sliding through her slick as she gasped.
He was scraping his eyes over her body, her breasts still bouncing with the force of being thrown down on the bed, her stomach heaving as she panted, watching him. She made a halfhearted attempt to pull her arms out of his grip, but he just pushed her down harder, much to her delight.
He dropped his head back down to her breast, sucking and teething at her. It was not at all like the gentle, sweet ministrations he usually laved into her flesh when he made love to her, and it made her squirm and whine to have him gnawing on her like an animal. “Colin, oh…”
He grumbled into her breast, his teeth grazing her harder, his body pressing hers down more firmly. “Be quiet.” He pressed her arms once more into the mattress before moving them to her thighs, pushing them apart. “And hold still.”
Penelope made a valiant effort to close her mouth tight and keep her body still. Little whimpers and trembles kept leaking out of her, but he ignored them as he spread her open and took his cock in hand, his eyes never leaving her drippy cunt.
It was one of the things that drove her mad when he took her and used her like this: he hardly ever looked at her face. He usually looked her straight in the eyes when he entered her, pressing kisses everywhere he could reach and murmuring sweet words to her.
But now he just looked at her cunt as he moved his cock to her opening, straightening up to his full height. He pulled her hips so her rear end was right at the edge of the bed, her legs spread wide to take him. The bed was at the perfect height so that he could fuck her like this, standing up straight without having to stretch or bend to get his cock inside her. They had designed it that way specifically.
He thrust into her hard, the feeling of him stretching and opening her so suddenly causing her to arch up so she was half sitting, her hands pressing into his belly desperately, her body shaking as she gasped wordlessly. He filled her up completely. He overwhelmed her.
He put his hand on her breastbone and pushed her back down to the bed firmly. He was still not looking at her face. He was watching his cock split her open as he fucked her, not waiting for her, just taking her as it pleased him.
“Lie down.” His voice was hard and rough and heated. He kept his hand on her chest, holding her down in case she tried to move again. His other hand was on her inner thigh, pressing her legs apart so he could fuck her as deeply as possible. “You know what you’re for. Take it.”
She did know. She was for him. Her body was for him to use however he liked. Her core felt hot and liquid as he fucked into her a little harder. Sometimes it surprised her that it did not hurt her when he took her like this, his cock swollen as big and hard as it could be, pounding into her. It stretched and ached and pulled her apart, but it didn’t hurt. She loved it. She couldn’t get enough. The sight of him, nearly fully clothed as he used her naked body, was in and of itself overwhelming. He was so beautiful, so strong and commanding and irresistible.
She tried as hard as she could to not moan and wail as she wanted to. But the more forcefully he used her, the more difficult it was to curb the gasping whimpers that fought their way out. She watched his face desperately. She could not look away. His fingers were sinking into her thigh and her breast, and he was watching her flesh give way for him, soft and pliant and trembling.
He took his hand off her breast with a thrust into her, watching her flesh bounce and jiggle for him. He looked hungry and mesmerized and Penelope could not help the whine that came out of her as he shook her again to watch her body move for him.
“I said, be quiet.” His beautiful face was scowling, as though she had displeased him. She clapped a hand over her mouth to keep from wailing again. He undid her so completely.
But she could not keep the sounds from coming out entirely and suddenly Colin stopped fucking her, pulling out roughly.
“If you can’t keep quiet by yourself I’ll do it for you.”
Penelope keened at the loss of him inside her but she did not have time to mourn it for long. He was hauling her up the bed, rolling her over onto her stomach, her face down in the pillows. He pushed her knees forward, bending her hips up so her ass was in the air. He pushed her knees apart and she felt the air hit her dripping wet heat.
He palmed her ass firmly, spreading her all the way open. The sensation made Penelope suck in her breath, making a hissing sound. Then he was thrusting his cock back inside her, so hard her whole body stuttered forward and the hiss turned into a scream into the pillow.
“Sssssss…..ahhhhhh…”
She was shaking with pleasure, waiting for the onslaught of him fucking her into the mattress with his rough hands holding her in place. But he didn’t move. Penelope held as still as she could, trying to be good for him.
“Pen?” he said, and his voice was soft. His hands on her hips were soft too, she realized as she tried to focus. He smoothed his hand over her back gently, leaning over her so he was speaking gently into her ear. “Pen? Did you say to stop?”
Penelope tried to shake her head and say “no” but her voice was still muffled by the pillow, her face pushed down, movement difficult. Colin leaned over further and slid his hand gently under her cheek, lifting her slightly in his strong arms and turning her face so he could see her better.
“Darling? Do you want me to stop?”
“No, Colin,” she murmured, breathing deeply. “Use me. I love it.”
He hummed softly, leaning in to kiss her cheek.
Then he was rearing up behind her, his hands gripping hard, resuming his punishing pace, thrusting into her hard and fast. Her insides clenched on him and her body trembled. “Then be quiet and still until I’ve finished.” His voice was hard and low. She loved the sound. She loved the feel of him taking her so hard.
Once, some time ago, she had stopped him. Her knee had accidentally caught as he rolled her over and it hurt rather badly when he had fucked her. She had been so lost in the moment, in his possession of her, she had not been sure that he would stop when she cried out. She was his to have, after all.
She felt guilty and silly after for thinking such a thing. He had stopped immediately, of course. He had returned to being her Colin, gentle and sweet and caring, in an instant. He had been hesitant to take her so demandingly again, but she had convinced him how it aroused her and how she wanted it.
Somehow, the conviction that he could stop, he would stop if she wanted him to heightened her need for him all the more. He was so big and powerful and he owned every part of her. But one word from her and it was over. It made her feel safe. It made her feel powerful, even as he fucked her so possessively.
Now, she stifled her whimpers into the pillow as he held her hips where he wanted them, fingers sunk into her flesh, and took her unrelentingly. Her cunt felt like it was on fire, the pleasure overwhelming.
It was a different kind of pleasure than the climactic release he gave her when he touched her pearl with his fingers or tongue. She didn’t reach a body melting pinnacle from this the way she did from their more traditional lovemaking. She didn’t care. His use of her fulfilled her in a way she could not explain.
He was pounding into her faster now, and she could tell from the strained groans pouring out of his mouth that he was getting closer to his release. “Mine,” he grunted as her knees started giving out, her hips sinking down to the mattress. He followed after her, his body pressed hard and inexorable on top of her. “This is mine.”
He gave her a few more desperate, frantic thrusts as she struggled to breathe with his full weight on her, and then she felt him flood her cunt with his spend, grasping at her flesh and groaning in her ear.
After he had finished releasing the last of his seed into her, he groaned and shifted off of her, his softening cock pulling out of her with an obscene sound. Penelope squirmed and sighed, but Colin put one hand on her back to stop her.
“Be still. Keep my seed inside of you.” His voice was not as harsh now, and his hands were gentle as one of them stroked her back and the other slid to her cunt to make sure she was still full of his spend.
“Colin…” she whimpered.
“Shhhh….” He was using his fingers to gently push his seed inside of her, keeping her plugged full. The feeling was incredible, though she was not sure she could take much more. “I’m almost done with you. You did well, little wife. Just stay full for me.”
Penelope nodded, feeling hazy and losing focus, barely having the energy to preen under his praise. She just laid still and breathed, letting herself belong to him, waiting for him to be satisfied so they could clean up.
Within five minutes, both Penelope and Colin were fast asleep.
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Colin awoke in the morning feeling distinctly uncomfortable. He had not undressed or washed his face or his teeth. He felt sticky all over from unwashed sweat and as consciousness sifted back into his brain he became unpleasantly aware of the dried spend on his groin. All in all he felt decidedly grimy and unsettled. He had not even taken off his shoes before he had collapsed into bed next to his wife. A very foolish way to comport himself for a man of his age.
He stretched himself to shake off the sleep and realized his feet were bare after all. She must have taken them off for him.
“Pen…?” he murmured as he rolled over, looking to find his soft, beautiful, luxuriant wife stirring next to him.
But she was already wide awake, sitting up straight in bed, writing in her journal, her dressing gown wrapped around her. She looked thoughtful, preoccupied even, as she set down her pen and looked down at him. She smiled at him, though it was a tight sort of smile, as though she were bracing herself for something. “Good morning, darling.”
He frowned slightly, still shaking off sleep. “Good morning, sweetheart. Is everything well? You look…” He did not quite know how to finish the sentence.
“All is well, yes,” she said calmly, though he could see more thoughts swirling in her clear blue eyes than was customary first thing in the morning. She closed her journal and put it on her side table before turning herself slightly to face him. He shuffled up in bed slightly to see her better. “I was just organizing some thoughts.”
“Did your thoughts require organizing at this early hour?” he asked, feeling a bit nervous now. Something was not quite right, despite her saying otherwise.
“They did,” she said. “I woke feeling…very out of sorts. Troubled, even. But I believe I have settled myself.”
“Pen, what is it?” Colin sat up straight, his heart starting to thump. “What’s wrong?”
She put her hand gently on his cheek, stroking her thumb across his cheekbone. “I am going to tell you. But I want you to do your best to let me finish before asking any questions. I promise you, all is well.”
“Of…of course, dearest.” He swallowed hard. “Please tell me at once. You are worrying me.”
Penelope nodded, her hand still on his face. “You recall when you got home last night? We were intimate in that very…specific way?”
“Of course I remember.” He rankled a little bit at that. He knew he had come home quite late from the club but he had not been drunk. His blood had only been a little warm, hungry for his wife.
“It was so good, Colin. It felt so good. You always feel so good. I love you taking me like that.”
Colin’s heart was thumping harder. He had asked her for reassurance more than once that she truly enjoyed that side of their intimate life. She said she loved it, sometimes she even begged him for it. And he loved having her at his mercy, obedient and overwhelmed. He felt a little guilty about it sometimes, that he could love using his beloved wife in such a way. But he could only believe her when she said she wanted it.
“The thing is…” She cleared her throat, seeming to be looking for the right words. Colin could feel his hands start to fidget of their own accord. “When I woke up this morning, I felt…all wrong. Dirty, somehow, and not just because I hadn’t washed. That I was foul in some way for…for wanting that. For letting you have me like that.”
Colin’s thumping heart dropped all the way down to his stomach. He felt ill. His breathing was starting to get shallow. “Penelope…”
She shook her head at him, stroking his cheek. “I am well. I swear it.” Colin swallowed hard.
“And I thought about it for some time, because I have never felt that way before. It was a feeling that did not seem to come from my brain at all. But I felt it nonetheless, so I…”
She trailed off, a bit lost in thought. Colin felt like he was choking from trying to not speak.
“So I realized,” she started again. “I realized that every other time we have…coupled like that, afterwards we have…gone back to our normal selves. You…kiss me and speak to me as you usually do. You say all kinds of lovely things and pet me and we clean up and talk and laugh and we are just…us again.” She swallowed. “But we didn’t do any of that last night because we fell asleep. And I…”
Penelope passed her hand across her cheek under her eye. Colin realized suddenly that the rims of her eyes were slightly red. He could bear it no longer.
“Pen, sweetheart, have you been crying?” He felt like he was falling, or perhaps dying. He leaned forward to clutch her hand in his. “God, I am…I am so sor—”
“Please do not apologize,” she said, clutching his hand back. “You did not do anything wrong.”
He would have laughed if he had not been so devastated. “My wife is crying because the way I made love to her made her feel foul,” he said flatly. “And you say I did not do anything wrong?”
Penelope’s hand slid from his cheek to his hair. “You did not. I am trying to explain. Please let me finish.”
Colin could not help himself but lean into her hand, feeling wretched even for that. He had made her feel like that and she was the one comforting him. He felt he might cry himself. But he kept his mouth shut, looking at her imploringly.
“I realized, as I was saying, that the…the care after, I think that is part of it. That’s part of why I love it and why it makes me feel so good when you…own me. Use me.”
Colin held her hand tighter. It was almost disappearing in his large ones.
“I didn’t know. I didn’t know so how could you have known? I knew I enjoyed both the rough and the soft, but I thought that they were separate. I didn’t know that I needed one after the other to feel right. To feel like your wife.” She was petting his hair now. “Your gentleness and sweetness are so immediate, it has always just happened naturally before. The only reason the baser part of me had time to…to convince my body that it was wrong, even though I know it was not, was because we fell asleep.”
Colin sat still as he could, staring straight into her eyes. He was trying to make sense of what she had said. He tried to let it settle. He tried to calm his body, coax his heart to resume its normal pace.
“Did you take off my shoes?”
She startled slightly at that. “Yes, of course. You looked uncomfortable.”
“You woke up, feeling dirty and wrong because of the way we were intimate, and your first impulse was to make sure I was comfortable?”
Penelope blushed a little bit. “Yes, I suppose it was.” She was still petting his hair. He leaned into her a little more. “I knew you hadn’t done anything wrong. I knew I loved it. So it had to be something that could be reasoned out.” She brought his hand to her lips and kissed it. “I love you. I am well.”
Colin still felt himself blinking back tears. Perhaps she was well, but he still needed to fix something.
“All those caring things we do afterward, that makes you feel normal again…” he murmured. “Is it too late to do them now? Or would they still help?”
Penelope blushed a little deeper, a smile turning up the corners of her mouth. “It…it is not too late. If you would like to—”
But Colin was already out of bed, still dressed in his sweaty, rumpled, uncomfortable clothes. He did his trousers back up, cringing at the feeling. He strode toward the door.
“Where are you going?” she said, sitting forward, holding the covers to her barely-covered body.
“I’m going to order a bath.”
“Colin,” she said with a little laugh. “I don’t need a whole bath.”
But Colin was already out the door to fetch a servant.
Thirty minutes later, Colin was standing naked in the big copper tub with his hand out to Penelope. She took it, smiling softly as she balanced on his hand to step into the tub with him. He tried to not look at her too closely. He knew if he did he would start to want her, and he had to focus on her needs exclusively at the moment.
He slowly sat down, pulling her down in front of him. He leaned back against the tub and pulled her into his arms, his chest pressed into her back, her hips settled between his bent legs.
The servants had left a breakfast tray sitting on a chair, which Colin moved so it rested across the tub, in easy reach. He rested her back against him, reaching up and plucking the best morsels for her and feeding them to her from his fingertips. Finally she laughed, batting his hand away.
“I am satisfied, darling, you must have some yourself.”
“You know I must see to you first, or else I will eat the whole thing before I have realized what I have done. And then I shall have to ring for someone to bring more from the kitchen in this state of undress which would be terribly awkward for all involved.” He gave her a little squeeze around her waist as he reached across her for his own breakfast.
Penelope laughed as she twined her fingers with his under the water. “You do take such good care of me, husband.”
“It is all I ever wanted to do.” He heard her give a little sigh as they both settled back into the tub. “Does that feel good, sweetheart?”
“Oh yes,” she murmured. “I was feeling quite sticky. Usually a damp cloth is more than sufficient. But after the whole night spent in that state this is divine.”
Colin hummed in agreement and hugged her to him. His heart still felt swollen and oversensitive.
“Pen?”
“Yes, Colin?”
“I want to apologize. I know you said I don’t have to and you don’t want me to. But it’s eating away at me to not say it.”
Penelope sighed, turning her head into his arm that was tight around her. She kissed him there, her pinned-up hair brushing his face as she moved. “Very well, but only for you. I promise I do not need it.”
“I’m so sorry, Pen,” he spilled out immediately. “I know you say I couldn’t have known, but I feel I should have. Of course you need to be taken care of after immediately after I’ve…” Colin stumbled over his words. He wished he had a better word for what to call it. “…used you like that. I love you so much. I should have told you and told you, no matter how close I was to sleep.”
“We know that now,” she murmured. “Neither of us would let it happen again.”
“Yes,” he murmured. “I just…the thought of you feeling badly about yourself is…that I could have caused you to feel such a way, even accidentally, even in ignorance…it is revolting. I feel revolted with myself.”
“I think, perhaps,” she said gently. “You need that time to come back together as husband and wife as well. Perhaps that is why you feel that way?”
Colin nodded. He nestled into her a little deeper. The feel of her body against him was both comforting and arousing. “Are you sure you still want me to have you like that? If deep down you don’t like it then…”
“I like it.” The response had no air of protesting too much. She said it like it was a simple fact. “I wish I could explain it. I never feel more at peace than when you’re fucking me like that.” Colin clenched a little, as he always did when she used vulgar language. “I promise.”
She squirmed against him a little and Colin did his best to fight his growing erection. His own arousal was immaterial. He had to take care of his Pen. “Normally,” he murmured, “You let me wipe everything away…all the sweat and spend and… everything.” His hands were brushing her hips. “Can I?”
“I’m already in the water,” she chuckled, but Colin could hear the little whimper in her voice.
“Can I anyway?”
“Yes.”
He ran his hands softly over her whole body, just caressing each curve and angle of her. The feel of her skin never ceased to amaze him. “I know I tell you all the time how beautiful you look, Pen,” he muttered in her ear. “But I feel I don’t tell you near enough how beautiful you feel.” Penelope sighed. “The feel of your skin is so perfect.” He trailed a hand over her neck and down her back.
She shifted back into him slightly and he knew she could feel his growing hardness pressed into her back. “Colin…” she murmured. Her head was lolling back against his chest, her breath slightly labored.
His hands slid over her arms and hands in the water, his lips pressed softly into her hair. He stroked back over her shoulders and down her chest, hesitating before touching the swell of her breasts.
“Is that all right? I know I was…gnawing on you last night. If it’s too sensitive or…” Colin felt his face go red with residual shame.
But Penelope just sighed and squirmed back into him. “No, please touch me…”
Colin reached down to take the weight of her breasts in his hands, his thumbs sliding over her nipples slowly. She shivered against him and he smiled at the warmth the feeling spread through his chest. “Is it too much, when I put my teeth on you? You always squirm and shake under me so when I do…”
“It’s perfect, Colin,” she murmured, pressing forward into his grasp.
He just held her for a moment, breathing in the scent of her hair, comforting himself in the sound of her sighing little breaths. “You know I adore you, don’t you, Pen? Not just that I’m devoted to you, or entranced by your beauty. But how I enjoy you, want to be around you all time, hear your thoughts and…” He was stroking her breasts more deliberately now. He hadn’t really intended to. He couldn’t help himself but touch her when she asked him to, when she was rocking into his hands and whimpering.
“I know, husband,” she murmured. “There’s nothing I want more than to be near you.”
“You’re so good, Pen. You’re so good for me.”
She hummed and wiggled back into him again. “Even when you have to tell me to keep quiet while you’re fucking me into the mattress? Even when you have to push my face into the pillow while you’re ravishing me?”
Colin’s heart thumped in his chest. “Penelope…”
“I love it, Colin.” She reached up behind her, her fingers tangling in his hair. “Surely you can tell how wet I am when you enter me.”
“Yes,” he murmured, kissing her neck. “You drive me mad, woman.”
He slid one hand lower down, swirling his fingers on the velvety softness of her belly. She gripped his hair a little tighter, her breathing labored.
He passed his hand slowly over her mound, listening and feeling carefully for her reaction. “Oh,” she whispered. “Oh yes.” Her knees fell apart slightly.
“Shhh,” he whispered back. “I’m just cleaning you. All right? I made quite the mess of you.”
Penelope squirmed her legs slightly as she nodded. Colin slid his hand lower, parting her folds and running his fingers through them gently. He nuzzled deeper into her neck, pressing light kisses there as he stroked her.
“If I recall correctly,” he murmured. “Often after I’ve used this beautiful body for my own carnal pleasures, you let me bring you off with my hands or mouth, since you’ve been so good for me.”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“Shall I take you out of the bath and lay you out on the bed so I can devour you? Or would you prefer…” His fingers delved a little deeper into her, barely teasing her opening.
“Like this,” she begged. “Please…”
He brushed the pads of his fingers against her pearl. A shudder went through Penelope strong enough to make the water lap the sides of the tub.
“There we are darling. Let me make you feel good.”
Penelope could only whimper, her legs braced on the sides of the tub, her back arching into him. His cock was pressing hard into her back but he ignored it. This was about nothing but her pleasure.
“F-faster…” she panted. “Please…”
He gave her what she asked for at once. It felt very, very important to him that she come as soon as she could.
So he kept stroking her, light and tight the way he knew she liked, kissing and nibbling on her neck and ear until he felt her body start to tremble. His other hand kept squeezing and stroking her breast, soft but constant.
“You’re so beautiful, Pen. You drive me absolutely mad with your beauty. I love you, I love you, I…”
But she was coming under his fingers and moaning so that the words he was murmuring in her ear were drowned out. He just held her tight, letting her shake in his arms.
She took a long time catching her breath as she came down from her pinnacle.
“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” he asked after a while. “Are you recovered from your unpleasant wake up?”
“Oh yes,” she murmured. “I feel perfect.”
“Good.” He slid his hand off her core, resting it back on her belly. “I love making you feel good.”
“You always do. Every way you love me feels good.”
He kissed her cheek. He was vibrantly hard. He knew she must feel it pressing into her back, but he didn’t pay it any mind.
“I could make you come while I take you, next time,” he muttered, leaning back slightly, settling her against him. “It would be the easiest thing in the world to reach down while I have you squirming and whimpering on my cock and make you come for me. If you wanted me to use that part of you too.”
Penelope sighed and wriggled her hips on him, quite intentionally, he thought.
“I’ll love it either way, darling. I love it all. When your hands are hard or soft, when you talk vulgar or sweet. It all feels different, but it’s all you. And feeling you, having you, that’s what makes me feel…whole.”
Colin leaned down to kiss her cheek again, but she turned her head and caught his lips with hers. He sighed into her, pulling her closer, hungry for the warm, soft feel of her mouth. He cradled her face in his hands, pouring as much love as he could into the kiss.
Penelope twisted her body around, sliding her wet hands up his chest and around his neck, repositioning her legs so she was straddling him. She settled herself down toward his lap, his cock pressing slightly at her opening.
“Pen…” he groaned. “You don’t have to…I’m happy to just…”
“Shhh…” she murmured, leaning down to nibble on his ear. “I can have you the way I want you, can’t I?”
“Yes,” he said, but she had leaned forward to kiss him before he could go on. She kissed him hard and deep, her hands running back and forth over his chest, shoulders, and neck before finally latching onto his hair as she sank herself down onto him, kissing him through the moan he let out as she took him.
“Mine,” she whispered into his mouth. “This is mine.”