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There was something inside of Colin that was primal whenever he held Penelope. It was unpolished and animalistic even. When he embraced Penelope in his arms, he knew she wasn't meant for anyone except him. In fact, the thought of someone else touching her like this, so intimately, angered him to his core.
Mine.
She was so pure, so untouched, she was his. He was thrilled he was the one to experience this. The curve of her waist, the roundness of her hips, the swell of her breast against his chest, it was all for him. She fit well with him. He still cursed himself to all hell, knowing he missed out on this feeling for the last 12 years, and he had no one to blame except himself.
He was unquestionably paying for it now, considering all he could think about was Penelope. He craved her, salivated over her, needed her, and if he didn't wholly own her now, he would've probably ceased to live.
However, he couldn't be a brute to Penelope, this was Penelope's first time and he wanted it to be good. No, perfect .
When he asked her to stay with him for the night, in his bedroom, he was anxious that she would say no. She was a Lady after all. When she decided to stay, he knew then and there she would belong to him.
He grasped her around the waist and hoisted her to carry her to his bed. Penelope squealed in shock.
"Colin! Let me go! I'm so heavy!" she exclaimed in horror.
Colin stopped just in front of his bed, still carrying Penelope, her face was red from embarrassment. He gazed intensely into her beautiful blue eyes. They were so clear and striking, how he did not get lost in them before was beyond him. He was blind and stupid. Not anymore though.
"I'm not letting you go, ever," he whispered more to himself than to her before capturing her lush mouth, in a hunger he never had for anyone before. He longed for Penelope, and he was going to have her.
His future wife.
The way Colin gazed at her, he'd think he could never pull away. "You're so beautiful, Penelope," she shuddered as Colin grazed his lips down to her neck.
He dropped her onto his bed, without breaking the kiss. His hands came up to palm both her plump breasts.
"I love you so much, Penelope. I didn't know when I needed you, but now, you're the most important and precious person on earth for me," he murmured. "If I can't have you, I think I would expire," he said with so much pent-up desire he shocked himself. He meant his words to be a joke, but it didn't feel like a joke.
He was consumed by her, and he didn't bother hiding it anymore.
"Well, then have me," Penelope gleamed. "It would be grievous if you expired," she said with mirth.
Colin beamed as he expertly slipped her garments off until she was in nothing but her stockings. He then pulled the pins in her hair so her tight curls cascaded down her back, a few falling to frame her face.
"You are so magnificent," he exhaled when he pulled back to look at her. He didn't even want to pull down her stockings, she looked so innocent yet, so ready and welcoming for him. He'd never seen such a lovelier sight.
"Can I ask you of something?" His eyes did not leave Penelope's body as he crawled predator-like towards her. "Only if you wish, of course."
She nodded nervously.
"I want to see you sitting up, and I want to crawl behind you and cup your full breasts in front of that mirror," he whispered seductively into her ear.
Penelope should've said no, should've walked away when Colin asked her to stay with him for the night. She knew what she agreed to was more than a kiss. She had read enough books and wrote enough scandalous gossip to know where this would've ended up.
However, she couldn't leave him. She was happy and felt comfortable in his arms. She didn't want to leave the warmth he radiated. It felt right being here, like she belonged here, like she belonged to him.
She also always wanted to be in Colin's room, ever since she was young. Once inside his chambers, it was fairly normal but what did intrigue her was right in front of his bed was a large mirror. Penelope wondered what kinds of things Colin would do while gazing at that mirror.
Did he do absolutely wicked things while looking at it? Maybe stroked himself to absolution while watching himself do it?
Her breath hitched, utterly ashamed she was thinking of such impure thoughts. She stole a glance at Colin, afraid he could read her mind. But he gazed at her lovingly as he slowly undressed her.
For all of Colin's temper, rakish gallivants, and mischievousness, she knew he was a gentle, loving person. The way he was currently kissing her, it was as if he didn't kiss her, he would wither away. The grip he had on her felt like he would never let her go.
It was, after all, her first time, and Colin knew that. If Penelope didn't already have a scandalous tryst with Colin in a carriage before, she would've been more ashamed, but right now it was just her and Colin, and this felt right.
When he asked her of the most wicked thing she's heard of to date, she couldn't help but squeak out.
"Now?"
Colin pondered for a minute, then gave her a smoldering look before nodding.
"Yes, now."
His breath, so needy yet authoritative sent a jolt of sensation rushing to her core. This man, this stupid, but sweet loving man, was hers, and wanted her.
Penelope flushed red and gawked at the mirror behind Colin. Oh god, she was so uncomfortable and terrified to look at herself in the mirror.
When Penelope did not respond, Colin raised a finger and flicked one of Penelope's nipples, causing her to quiver.
"You're hesitant," he drawled as he dipped his head to capture the nipple he just stung.
Penelope fell back onto the bed and arched her back so she could give Colin all of her.
"Of..of course I'm hesitant, I've never done this before. And not ..-aah!" She squealed as Colin sucked on her nipple hard while he palmed the other breast. Colin then sat up and pulled Penelope along with him, so she fully sat up.
"Have you seen yourself, Pen?" he suddenly inquired. Penelope had to get her bearings straight, as she was still in a daze.
"Yes?" She was puzzled.
"No, have you truly gazed upon yourself. Your breasts," be planted a kiss on both her breasts, then moved his lips to her collar bone and pressed his lips there,inhaling her scent. "Your neck," he bit down lightly on her neck. Penelope gasped, that was going to leave a mark.
Colin continued, sliding his lips to her cheek. "Your face.." He peppered light kisses on her eye lids. "And your beautiful, mesmerizing eyes. I love your eyes," he murmured. "One can truly get lost in them."
"And...lips," he gently gripped her chin, turning her towards him so he could devour her mouth.
As he did so, he moved his hands to her thick thighs and squeezed. "Your legs..." His hands then slid abruptly under her to squeeze her buttocks. Penelope yelled in surprise. "These irresistible full roundness right here." Colin smirked.
His lips not leaving her mouth, he gave her one last surprise when one of his hands moved to dance on her belly before dipping lower to the tuft of red hair in the middle of her being. He dipped his middle finger to touch her wetness. Penelope inhaled sharply, her eyes darting to gaze up at Colin.
"And this area," he moaned. "God it's undoubtedly wet Pen, have you truly looked at them?" His eyes were serious.
She shook her head. "Not … not really, but I have…" she paused and reddened. "Touched them."
Swift as lightning, Colin abruptly propelled behind Penelope so she was now in full view of the mirror in front of his bed.
She was kneeling on the bed, legs under her, fully naked with her red curly hair all messy, cascading down her frame.
Before she could fully take in her figure in the mirror, Colin grabbed both her breasts from behind, eliciting a gasp from her and squeezed. Rolling both her nipples between his fingers, he managed to knead the sides of her breasts while he did that.His hot breath on her ear.
"Look at yourself in the mirror. Oh God , Penelope, I've seen so many different breasts, but yours…" he trailed off, proceeding to show her how he is feeling without words by squeezing both her breasts, making her yelp. He then bit down on her exposed neck, sucking. That was definately going to leave a mark.
"Your breasts are the perfect size to fit my hands, so soft and plump and mine," he hissed into her ear, sending shivers down her spine.
He rolled her nipples between his thumbs and they perked up, loving the attention he was giving them.
She grew bolder, not only because Colin was coaxing her, but also she had a need somewhere else, and Colin hadn't touched her there much, and she required to be touched yonder.
Still kneeling, she straightened her spine, reaching behind with her right hand to grip the back of Colin's head so she can kiss his mouth with more fervency, while her other hand wantonly slid in between her legs, where she was clearly wet and needy.
She felt this sensation one other time in the carriage, when he touched her down there, she felt the most explosive feeling she's ever felt before. Ever since, she touched herself at night, thinking about Colin. So this was not new, she had practiced how Colin's hands felt on her mound.
Her eyes were closed as she gently massaged herself, her fingers delicately grazing over her pearl, while periodically dipping down to her folds to capture moisture before rubbing her clit again. All the while devouring Colin's lips. It was fiery and unhinged, she was clawing at him like she, too, would expire if she couldn't have him. Her entire body felt like it could combust at any moment.
It was a few seconds in before realizing Colin didn't reciprocate, he wasn't moving. Her eyes fluttered open to look at him, but he was looking directly at the mirror.
She turned to gaze at what he was studying and blushed profusely when she looked upon what he saw.
She was on her knees. Her neck, full of red marks, was elongated as she kissed him, causing her breasts to perk and jut out, spilling over in his hands. Her one hand was gripping the back of his hair, which was tousled, and her other hand was buried between her thighs.
Her eyes met Colin's, in the mirror. His green eyes were bright emerald, smoldering, wide, with shock.
Like a bucket of ice was dropped on her, Penelope withdrew and moved her hands to cover her breasts and closed her thighs.
"Why'd you stop?" Colin protested, the fire in his eyes disappeared and a look of confusion shadowed his face. He clearly did not like the turn of events.
"You made me aware of what I was doing. Forgive me I was too forward. I -I shocked you and myself," she reddened.
Colin growled. "Pen, why are you apologizing?? You should be aware of how beautiful you look doing that, and by god , look yourself," he tipped her chin to look back up at the mirror. "Breathtaking."
"But you look stunned," she babbled.
Colin sighed. "I looked stunned because I wondered where the hell did you learn that?" His eyes flickered dangerously. "That is something a lady doesn't learn in finishing school. I should hope not. I hope you learned not from any other male suitor," his voice came out like a snarl, his green eyes had flashes of red in them.
Penelope crimsoned, if she could throw daggers with her look at Colin, she would've. She was embarrassed yet extremely aroused at the same time, she didn't know whether to knock him over the head for even suggesting such a thing or pounce on him and continue devouring him.
"How dare? Are you testing me Colin. If anyone wicked taught me this, it was you. I've been doing that every night since the carriage," she spat back modestly. "I have been..been touching myself like you touched me that day."
Colin groaned and dropped this forehead on Penelope's shoulder, his lips grazing her back. "Every night? And who do you think about when you do that?" Colin rested his chin on her shoulder to look at her through the mirror.
Penelope lamented before gazing at the mirror to stare directly at Colin. "I suspect you know your answer to that," Penelope responded the ends of her mouth upturning into a smirk.
Colin snorted out a chortle,a hand slid around her waist to pull her against him. She felt him grind behind her, and something else nudged her back.
"You are not as shy as you make yourself out to be," he murmured into her ear. "I want you to have the best night."
"I just want you, Colin," she breathed." Do what you want with me, take me now,please."
"Mmm, I don't think so, this is the first night of all nights, love. Do you trust me?"
Penelope nodded. "Of course I do."
"Then trust whatever I'm going to do and ask of you is just so I want you to have a perfect first time. Because if you do not feel pleasure Penelope, I have failed my duty as a husband," Colin stated, breaking into a grin.
"You're not my husband yet," Penelope glowed. She was not used to the fact that she would be calling him husband in a few weeks. What she was not used to either, is that she was going to commit wicked acts with someone who was not yet her husband.
It was thrilling.
"That I am not. How do you feel, Penelope Featherington? Doing this with someone who isn't your husband yet." He grinned devilishly, as he slid off the bed and started undressing—first his shirt, then his breeches, then nothing at all.
He was gorgeous. She choked back a gasp when his cock sprang out, large, erect, and glistening. She did that to him; she reveled in that realization.
Penelope, a noblewoman, had never seen such a thing before, and she grew nervous but also felt herself get wetter than she already was. She closed her thighs tightly. She reached out to touch him, curious to feel it, but he grabbed her hand before it got any closer.
"Apologies, my darling," he drawled. "But if you touch me, we won't have the whole night, and I want this to be about you."
Colin then slid his hands to grip both Penelope's legs and pulled her gently to the edge of the bed until her legs were dangling at the side of the bed.
Slowly, Colin dropped to his knees, and kneeled before her, all glorious and naked. Penelope had envisioned Colin kneeling before her for other reasons ,like proposing, this was not one of them. In fact, nothing in her life made her prepare for this picture, but, oh, this sent much more pleasure through her than she imagined.
"Open your legs," he commanded her softly. Penelope's eyes widened.
"I beg your pardon? Most definitely not," Penelope puffed and further clasped her thighs together.
Colin delivered her another smile that could put Lucifer to shame, placing his hands on the top of her thigh, caressing her gently, sending shivers up her thighs to her core. He was so dangerously close to the middle of her thighs.
"Penelope, please spread your legs for me," he tried again, this time with a voice that could melt butter. "But again, only if you wish."
She kept staring at his green eyes, they were dancing with fire and lust. Oh god, she wanted him, but she was also so frightened.
"I am nervous," she sniffed.
"Of course you are," he said, placing a kiss atop her thigh and continuing massaging her thighs. Surprisingly, it eased her, as she felt the tension leave her legs. She looked up to see the mirror, and saw his muscled back, it dipped into a nice V that led to his round buttocks. He had a beautiful behind.
Colin was an adonis. Slowly, Penelope ashamedly started parting her legs, as she did, Colin observed her hungrily, with his heavy, half-lidded gaze.
Colin exhaled, staring at her without touching her. Penelope started to feel timid again and started to move her thighs back together, but Colin stopped her, his hands on her inner thighs.
"Apologies, was too occupied admiring you," he hummed, and before Penelope could scoff at that, he dipped his head between her thighs to blow warm air over her bare sensitive flesh.
Penelope screeched; she did not see that coming. In fact, she did not anticipate any of this at all. It sent such a strong force of pleasure through her. It was a feeling she was not ready for. She squirmed, not sure if she was pushing herself against him or away from him.
"Are you trying to get away or come closer?" Colin asked, every breath he took, was hot air to her core. Her heart thumped wildly against her chest; she could've sworn he heard it.
"I-i don't know. Oh God, Colin, what are you doing?" Penelope strained out the ask. "You are not serious to- oh my god! !"
Colin's answer was to lick her clit, grazing over it gently before moving his tongue over her already wet folds. Penelope's head exploded, Colin was actually licking her already drenched slit. Penelope was shaking and trembling, her body did not know what to do with this new sensation, and all she could do was grab hold onto his shoulders and writhed beneath him, and kept gasping.
It was wondrous.
If Colin didn't hold her thighs open, she'd collapse by now. His tongue circled, lapped and sucked on her clit so expertly, making it swell.
Colin then did something she'd never envision someone could do before. He inserted a finger into her while sucking on her clit. Penelope near screamed, surprised at the sensation. She felt her insides clench around his finger.
Penelope quaked and fell back. However, she tried her best to prop herself on her elbows so she wouldn't fall flat backwards. She wanted to look at the mirror.
She wanted so very badly to see Colin's thick brown head lick, kiss and eat her out like she was the best dessert he's ever had. Watching his dark head of hair bob up and down and around in between her thighs while he pleasured her, was the most erotic thing she's ever seen.
Colin gently and expertly moved his fingers inside her while sucking on her pearl. He moved both his mouth and finger harder, faster giving her more than she asked for.
She was wild with the need to explode, and she needed him to let her come. She pushed against his mouth, as he continued lapping at her. She needed more, she needed to let go, but she surely could not let go all over Colin.
"Colin-no," she gasped, grabbing his hair to pull his face away. "Please, let go," she whimpered, but, true to his nature, Colin didn't relent and kept sucking, kissing, thrusting. Penelope was on fire, she knew she was fast losing control.
Within seconds, like a bolt of lightning shot through her, Penelope screamed as her climax crashed into her, trembling and shamelessly spending herself against Colin's wicked mouth.
She was wet, extremely slick and ready. God, she had never been more ready in her life for whatever this was. She quivered against his mouth, finally falling backward onto the bed.
Colin pulled his head away, and it elicited a whimper of need from Penelope, as she sat upright and grabbed his hair, tugging at it, so he wouldn't escape.
When she realized what she did, and with the dirty wet smirk Colin had on his face, she let him go.
"Oh my god," she crimsoned, reaching out to wipe his mouth just full of her juices.
Colin instead lunged forward to capture her mouth, kissing her lips, with the same tongue that lapped her. She could taste herself and moaned against him, running her fingers through his hair.
"Delicious. I could've pleasured you like that all day." Colin said, smacking his lips. Wiping the rest of her from his mouth with the back of his hand. "You, my dearest, are lovely. Better than most desserts I've had."
Penelope inhaled. "It looked and felt amazing," she rasped. "I'd like to do that again, but instead of you kneeling, it would be me," she said shyly. She had always wondered how it felt to touch him and have him in her mouth as he did her. The thought excited her.
Colin's eyes widened before he abruptly rose and pushed her down flat on the bed, covering her body with his. Reaching between their bodies and dragging his hardness over her spent wet folds.
"Do you know what you are saying?" he growled at her. Oh, Penelope liked this reaction she was eliciting from him.
"Of course," she beamed as he captured her lips once again.
"I have not wanted, or lusted for anyone as much as you," Colin confessed, his whole being shook in desperation. He could still taste her essence on him. She was delectable and he was bordering animalistic in his need for her. It was primal.
"Penelope, I need to be inside you," Colin panted as he continued to stroke his cock against Penelope's wetness, sliding up and down, slicking himself in her most intimate area.
"Then don't wait."
"I'll hurt you, so I want to go as gently as possible," he said, frustrated.
"I know how you are and you won't hurt me, not purposely, at least."
He groaned. "It's gonna hurt a little, and I promise I'll make it less," he told her.
"Wait, how do you know," Penelope blinked.
Colin stared at Penelope, he could see the cogs in her her head start turning, thinking about his words. Of course she'd ask, but he wasn't going to tell his future wife of his escapades before.
"I just know," he said, brushing it off.
Penelope quirked a brow.
"What?" Colin groaned, his arousal clearly ready to burst out of him, but he could feel displeasure radiating off Penelope, and it bothered him. He did not want this future wife's first time to be anything less than perfect.
"Nothing," Penelope said quietly.
"Penelope, something displeases you, what is it? Tell me," he coaxed, ignoring his very full and threatening arousal.
"Nothing," she muttered, then she sighed, thinking the better of it. That, there was his Penelope. Lately, she had been more direct with him, and while he was not used to it before, he started loving when she didn't hide things from him. He had to thank his uncovering of Lady Whistledown for that.
"I know I'm not your first, but you are mine. My first everything in fact," she sucked in air, high-strung. "My first love, my first heartbreak, my first kiss, my first…" her lips trembled and she flushed.
Colin gawked at her, he felt a pang shoot through his heart as she spoke. Her confession hurt him, but not because she offended him, but it was because she was right. He had been so blind for the last 12 years, remembering all the times he hurt her, and he already vowed to himself he would spend his entire life making it up to her.
"Oh, and please,do not think any of this is your fault, I'm just being silly and disagreeable, I'm so sorry for ruining this," she covered her face, clearly hiding the tears that threatened to fall.
Colin felt the world crumble around him whenever Penelope was even remotely upset, he sprang up and removed her hands from her face gently before caressing her red cheeks. His kissed her eyebrows, her nose and then her lips. He felt her tension slowly ebb away. He pulled away and stared intensely into her eyes.
"Pen, my darling, the love of my life. Stop apologizing. I want you to tell me everything that upsets you, especially if it has to do with me," he gazed lovingly at her. A sense of weightlessness struck him, as his heart swelled when he spoke about loving Penelope. It felt right, calling her the love of his life. She is.
"I can't change the past, and yes I have laid with others before, I have been with all kinds in my life, but what I can tell you is..I have loved none, and I've never been more fortunate than to lay with you, than to be with you. Because I now know what love is, and you're my love," Colin felt his face burn up, warmth engulfing his being. He had never said such embarrassing things before, but he had to tell her how he really felt.
This was Penelope, and this is love.
"Believe me, when I tell you I am as nervous as you are because it's the first time with someone I love, so it's unnerving, I want this to be perfect for you, I want to please you because it would devastate me if you aren't."
Penelope's eyes widened, filling with tears, but they were soft and sparkled. She gave him a soft smile, one that put this heart at ease.
"I love you so much, Colin," she breathed out.
"I love you much more, Penelope," he murmured, moving up above her, sliding his member on her, surprisingly still very wet folds. He groaned when he felt her, slick against him. "And I truly can't wait to be inside of you," he groaned, ashamed that he did not once soften during the conversation.
Penelope twinkled with laughter, her legs wrapping around his waist pulling him closer. "Then don't wait, I can't either."
"You don't understand, oh my darling Penelope," Colin groaned, sliding his cock at her entrance. She was still very wet and coated him well to slide into her.
Penelope moaned, gripping his shoulder. "Ah, then show me." And the minx, as if she knew what she was doing, shifted her hips so that his cock sank a little into her.
He inhaled sharply, he was close to just spending at her entrance like a green boy but abstained. Glaring at her, he parted her legs wider with his knees. He thrust in slowly, he wanted to dive in and just own her, but remember this was her first time, and he did not want to hurt her. So he slowly sank in, inch by inch, stretching her.
"Oh my God!" Penelope gasped as Colin started to push deeply into her, he wasn't entirely in her, but it felt like she was swallowing him whole, he had to really concentrate not to release in her now. Not before she received the best pleasure possible.
"Oh my God, Penelope, please. Please tell me this feels good," he groaned, he breathed through his nose in short rapid breaths - it was the only way he could control his bursting arousal. He would die if she said otherwise.
Penelope stiffened but nodded. "I am alright, I need a moment," she panted. He nodded then captured her mouth, parting her lips open, letting her taste her essence that was clearly still on his tongue.
This was his Penelope and he wanted her to feel amazing. He held himself up by his arms. She had taken no man before, therefore she was extremely tight. Once she got used to his size, he would surely slide in easily. But for now, he relished in the fact that he was the only one to own her like this. He knew he possessed her heart first, now he also knew he was the first to possess her body and soul.
He forced her gasps into his mouth, as he gave her shallow trusts, slowly inching in, letting her body stretch and accommodate him. Until finally, that last thrust, he was fully sheathed within her, to the hilt. Penelope gasped, shock flashing on her face. His arms around her waist tightened. He was cocooning her in his embrace. He wanted her to feel loved and safe.
"Are you alright?" he asked, searching her face for other signs of pain
Penelope shook her head. "I.. I think I am alright," she told him. Colin let out a sigh of relief, he was glad he didn't hurt her.
She was so hot and tight, swallowing him whole. It was taking all of his resolve not to just plunge into her and start ramming into her senseless. He waited until Penelope's shock and shallow breaths ebbed away.
Penelope then did something that shocked Colin. She bucked her hips against him so his cock could sink deeper.
"See, I told you you could never hurt me," she said playfully. His cock swelled painfully within her, stretching her further.
" Oh! " Penelope gasped, not realizing that was something that could happen. If Colin wasn't bursting with need, he would've smirked at Penelope.
"That's what you get for playing with fire, Penelope. You are going to be the death of me." Colin moaned and peppered forehead and eyelids with kisses before kissing her deeply. He started to move within her, slow strokes at first, and then his strokes moved even faster, teasing her as she arched her back, receiving him.
Colin had never felt so out of control before, even when he was younger. However, with Penelope, he just lost himself. The taste of her on his mouth, the scent of her sweat, the sounds she was emitting, and the feel of her softness clenching him, it was perfect.
Once Colin could feel that she was used to him, he slid his hand under her knees and lifted, angling her so he could slide in and penetrate her more.
She gasped and panted at each thrust Colin gave her. Each stroke he delivered, she tightened around him. He expertly pressed inside her, figuring out her spots that made her gasp. While he was ready to spend, he took his time, gliding in and out of her, catching those moments where her breath got caught. She was close.
She arched, her nails digging into his shoulders, pushing up against Colin as he continued slamming into her.
Penelope then cried out his name as she convulsed in climax, sudden and hard. Her insides constricting and tightening all around him. Her beautiful mewls and the cry of his name on her lips was too much for him, sending him into a delirious frenzy. He rode her into the bed, pumping into her a couple more times, revelling in her sweet aftershocks before finally her last clench around him caused him to yell out her name and spurt his seed inside of her.
The entire room ceased to exist, as he felt the most incredible pleasure imaginable. His heart kept beating against his chest, he couldn't contain it. After emptying himself into her, Colin collapsed on top of her, burrowing his face into her collarbone, breathing in her essence.
She was now actually his. He marked her. Even with this realization, he still wanted to possess her, claim her, and keep her. It was silly, because he knew he had her, but he just couldn't shake away the need to always want her.
"I love you, Penelope," he sighed as he kissed her neck.
Her mouth formed a lazy satiated smile. She lifted her fingers to stroke his cheek. "That was..I am speechless, and I am a well known writer," she jested.
God, this woman had the same kind of humor he did, and he was so glad he finally opened his eyes in time to own her. He finally slid out of her and laid on his back, breathing hard.
He took her mouth and kissed her deeply,stroking her wetness between her legs with his fingers, soothing her hot and sore mound. He wanted to comfort her.
Their tongues mingled and mated some more.
She sighed, sitting up and stretching like a feline. Her breast rising and falling with her movement. Colin felt his cock stir to life again, and Penelope looked over at him, her big blue eyes sparkling with mirth.
"God, Penelope, don't look like that. You make me want to take you again." He groaned.
Penelope's gaze sparkled. "Then take me again," she whispered.
"Stop it, it's your first time, are you not hurt from that? I don't want to hurt you," while he so badly wanted to have her again, he was very aware she must be sore and swollen right now.
However, Penelope just shook her head. "Nothing hurts, except well, the ache that you aren't inside me," she said demurely.
Her sincerity was real, and Colin was stunned.He was speechless. Penelope did not mean to be, but she was an actual witch.
He thought about it much more. She was both Penelope and Lady Whistledown, so she could be both the most angelic being but also the devil incarnate. Her words, while innocent, were enough to have his resolve snap.
In a swift motion, he straddled her again, his cock painfully hard and resting on her cum filled mound.
"You, my darling, are like a silent witch. Much like your alter," he growled.
Penelope grinned as she playfully angled herself so Colin's member rested nicely at her entrance.
"Well, my alter would very much like you the second time, would you oblige?"
"We will get married as soon as possible as we now have a reason to procure a license faster," Colin grinned, oh his mother was going to judge, but, he was not the first in the family to do this. She will be alright, especially since she adores Penelope; it would be easy.
He rested his forehead against Penelope's, nose touching as he eased into her again. This time, he slid in more effortless than before, thanks to both their proof of climax. He was home with Penelope, and he was not letting this go.
With her heart throbbing, as they began their second (or third, Penelope lost count) round of lovemaking, she felt debauched but not debased. The way Colin worshipped her made her so sinful and wanting to make love every day, but it didn't degrade her. Also, it wasn't scandalous or a sin if the person debauching her was her future husband, right?