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Colin Bridgerton was the happiest man in the world. He had danced not one, not two, but three dances with his wife. Consecutively! Propriety be damned, tonight was a night for celebrating. His wife had stood before the Ton, before the Queen herself, to bear her truth for all of society. Penelope Bridgerton was truly a marvel. How could he not sweep her off her feet? He was decidedly remiss to let her go, but his poor wife was getting flushed in the cheeks. As such, he was fetching her a refreshment while she stood at the edge of the dancefloor, watching the remaining couples.
“For my wife,” He blushed, handing her a lemonade.
“Thank you, husband,” she smiled back, caressing her fingers over his. “It is a good thing we took a break. I do not think I have the breath left for that,” Penelope eyed the people spinning around one another, in an energetic dance.
“So this is just a break, then? Shall we return to the dance floor later?” Colin itched to have her back in his arms immediately.
Penelope's giggle spread a deep warmth through his chest. “Colin, I do not think I have danced so much in my entire life as I’ve done this evening.”
“Well, you cannot fault me, Pen,” Colin took her empty hand between both of his, “You have always been my favorite dance partner. I am grateful to you for having all my dances for the rest of our lives.”
He admired the pink hue that deepened on her cheeks, as her lips curled to fight the growing smile.
“You will have all my dances as well, Colin. Anywhere we see fit, day or night,” They shared a laugh, reminiscing about their daytime dances. Colin looked down at their entwined hands, admiring the wedding ring adorning her finger.
“Pen,” He inhaled deeply, hesitating to share his new train of thought, “We… We do not have to continue dancing, but I do hope you are not too worn out for the remainder of the evening?”
Her brows furrowed, “I do not think I am. Did you have something in mind?”
Colin raised Penelope’s dainty hand to his lips, pressing a chaste kiss to the back of the sheer fabric. He leaned down, his mouth to her ear so that no one else could hear what he said next, “Well, Mrs. Bridgerton,” her breath hitched. “I would very much like to go home and have a proper wedding night with my wife.”
The faintest of gasps escaped Penelope, who quickly downed the remainder of her lemonade and started pulling Colin through the throes of partygoers.
“Shall we give our farewells to our families?”
Their prompt goodbyes were met with a knowing smirk by both Lady Bridgerton and Lady Danbury, who seemed rather bemused by the couple’s abrupt departure.
Hastily entering their carriage, Colin squeezed in tight next to Penelope, his body pressed firmly to hers. It had been far too long since they had shared a carriage.
“Pen,” He turned to look at her, catching how her pupils darkened her eyes, “I’ve miss-”
Colin’s words were swallowed as Penelope pressed her lips to his. There had been a dam of tension building since he had suggested leaving the ball, and Penelope had finally burst it. Colin instantly returned her fervor, one hand trailing to her waist, the other cupping the back of her neck. Their tongues quickly took to teasing each other, her lip paint smearing across his mouth.
“Colin,” She whined as he moved across her jaw to kiss beneath her ear. She slid her hand into his hair, causing him to groan against her throat.
“Yes, Mrs. Bridgerton?” His husky voice sent heat straight to her stomach. She could only meet his question with a soft moan as he tongued the hollow of her throat. He shuffled, moving onto his knees in front of her, a deliciously familiar position. Colin cupped his hands beneath her bust, pushing her bosom upwards to meet his fervent kisses across her cleavage. Penelope clung to his chestnut curls, leaning back against the seat of the carriage as her husband slipped his tongue between the valley of her heaving breasts.
Colin pulled away, eyeing how his sloppy kisses glistened on her pale skin. His eyes met hers, pleading. “May I?”
“Please, Colin,” She whimpered.
Colin pulled the sleeves of her gown down her shoulders, licking his lips as the dress lowered and revealed more of her generous cleavage to his hungry gaze.
“Christ, Pen. You are… You are perfect.” He took the soft mounds in his hands, pulling them up and out of the confines of her stays.
“Colin!” Penelope yelped as he leaned in and took a nipple into his mouth. The unfamiliar sensation caused a throb directly between her thighs. She tightened her grip on his hair. The only recognizable word amongst her incoherent moans and whimpers was her husband’s name, much to his delight.
He turned his attention to the neglected nipple with equal fervor, sucking and flicking the bud with his tongue. A particularly harsh tug to his hair caused him to groan against her chest, taking more of her breast into his mouth, his cock throbbing nearly painfully.
“I’m sorry,” Penelope gasped, her eyes widening in worry.
“No, don’t be. Please,” He answered breathlessly, noticing how rapidly she was breathing, “I should apologize, I got carried away, you are overwhelmed-”
“No, Colin, it feels wonderful, but you do not need to focus on me so much-”
“Oh no, believe me, I am enjoying myself immensely. I’ve… dreamed of this. So often it feels nearly barbaric. Sometimes… well… at times it is rather difficult to maintain the thoughts of a gentleman around you.”
Penelope bit her lip, amused at his evident unraveling, pushing back unruly strands of his hair. “Well, I am your wife now, Colin. I would very much like for you to indulge yourself whenever you’d like.”
Colin beamed, leaning up to find her lips again, reveling in her soft moans. He returned to her chest, neglecting no part of her exposed bosom. His tongue stroked the undersides, his teeth teased the sides. He worked his way back up to her throat, then back down to her other breast. While one was being worshipped by his mouth, the other was being massaged by his hand, occasionally teasing her nipple with a gentle tug or soft caress.
Penelope’s eyes closed, basking in his worship of her, her fingers in his hair practically holding him to her chest. He felt her hips writhing, her moans growing louder and higher. Just when she thought she might peak from the stimulation to her breasts alone, they were interrupted by a knock on the roof of their carriage, signaling their arrival at their Bloomsbury home.
Colin pulled away from her with a groan. He rested his head against her as they both caught their breath.
“Shall we ask him to keep driving?” Penelope giggled. Colin pulled at her corset, tugging the tight material over her breasts.
“As fun as that would be,” Colin laughed, “We have a marriage bed that needs christening.”
Penelope hummed agreeingly, adjusting the top of her dress, as Colin tugged up her sleeves. “Do you have a handkerchief?” Colin nodded, pulling one out of the inner pocket of his jacket. She took it from him and started dabbing across his mouth and chin.
“Didn’t think you wanted to greet our staff with lip paint all over you. Though it is a rather suitable color on you.” Colin blushed, while she cleaned him as best she could before taking the handkerchief, folding it over, and wiping Penelope’s mouth in return.
When they stepped out of the carriage, neither made proper eye contact with the footman or driver as they said goodnight, scurrying into their home. They swiftly dismissed their servants for the night, and when Rae asked if Penelope would need help to get into her nightwear, Colin was quick to politely refuse her service.
The second the door to their sitting room closed, their mouths found each other again. When they finally came up for breath, Colin’s hands cradled Penelope’s face, his deep blue eyes trailed over her face as though he were seeing her again for the first time.
“What?” She blushed, her eyebrows creasing.
“I am just so… in awe of you, Penelope. It’s still settling over me. Being able to fully embrace my wife. To see my future so clearly again.”
As he spoke, Penelope’s eyes beamed and glistened, tears threatening to pool over for a second time that evening.
“I am so very proud to call you my wife.” He kissed her tenderly, “Though… I have a confession. A question of sorts.” He began to guide her toward the large standing mirror.
“As I mentioned earlier, I reread some of your old Whistledown papers,” Colin towered behind her as she watched their reflection, her eyes puzzled. “I was blinded earlier, angered by your writing of Lady Crane, Eloise, and myself,” She swallowed at the mention of Marina, “But I noticed that another person you criticized so harshly and frequently was yourself.” Colin’s hands settled on her hips, her back pressed to his chest. “Were those harsh words merely a way to obscure your authorship, or is that truly how you viewed yourself?”
Penelope swallowed, lowering her eyes rather than meeting his. “I-” She started, struggling to find the words, “Lady Whistledown cannot tolerate a lie,” She muttered.
Colin brought a hand beneath her chin and tilted her head up to meet his pensive gaze in the mirror. “May I undress you?” He whispered into her ear, softly squeezing her hip. Her brows furrowed, but she nodded. He kissed her cheek, then brought his hands to her back to undo her dress. “I very much enjoy undressing you, Pen. It’s like unwrapping a gift.” He kissed the side of her neck, the back, then between her shoulder blades as her dress began to loosen and fall.
“I’m afraid I was not thorough enough the last time we were in front of this mirror. It pains me to think that when you wrote those scathing words about yourself, you considered them to be true.” Her dress hit the floor, and he began swiftly working at the laces of her corset, while she slipped off her gloves.
“You have always been beautiful, Penelope,” Colin continued, “I’ll admit, the dresses you’ve worn this season are a bit more flattering. These colors, they complement your eyes and your rosy complexion,” He pressed a quick kiss to her blushing cheek, “But I also found the brightness of your old gowns so very charming. It was always so easy to spot you at a ball. You reminded me of a radiant beam of sunlight. Or a sweet lemon drop.” He met her soft smile in the mirror, and he let the corset fall to the floor. “I should like to see you in one of those yellow dresses again, so that I may worship you in it, and show you how desirable you are no matter what you wear, citrus or otherwise.” He smirked as Penelope’s breath hitched.
“These new dresses, the cut of them, they are… very good at accentuating your curves,” He cupped her now bare breasts, “But there are no more secrets between us Penelope, so I will share this with you. These,” he gave her a gentle squeeze, his rough palms teasing her hardened nipples, “well they were not entirely unfamiliar to me. You see, when we were younger, I had returned from Eton for the summer. I noticed that you began to fill out your dresses more. My… height had offered me a view down the neckline of your dress, before your mother had the sense to start dressing you in properly fitting attire,” Penelope’s eyes widened, pink blooming on her chest in embarrassment, “I felt horribly guilty, I spent the rest of my holiday avoiding you and Eloise at every turn, sharpening my mind against untoward thoughts of you. I was actually grateful to return to school and forget all about your pretty curves. You were my younger sister’s best friend, and I felt Eloise would kill me if she found out.”
They both giggled, and Colin was glad to see Penelope more at ease as she watched her naked form standing in front of his fully clothed one. He hugged her from behind, her face in the mirror a combination of disbelief and amusement at his adolescent misery.
“Mama was rather annoyed when I could no longer share gowns with Prudence and Phillipa. She prolonged spending the coin on my own wardrobe for as long as possible.” Penelope shook her head, rolling her eyes playfully.
Colin smiled, pressing his lips to her warm cheek. “I have always noticed you, Pen. Perhaps not always in the right way because I am an oblivious dunce,” she parted her lips to interrupt, but he continued over her, “I never meant to discount you. And I am so sorry to have contributed to any of those scathing words you wrote about yourself. I will spend the rest of our lives loving you loudly. And reminding you how beautiful you are, inside and out. And on occasion, I would like to do it right here, in front of this mirror, so we may both watch how stunning you are when you take your pleasure.”
Colin pressed his body more tightly to Penelope’s, letting her feel his girth pressing into her lower back, evoking a deliciously soft gasp. She turned to him, giving him a brief moment to admire the reflection of her plump rear before she reached up for a kiss.
“I suppose neither of us is a stranger to suppressed desire,” She smiled as she pulled back, “But we don’t have to do that anymore, do we?” He shook his head, his nose brushing hers. “Now…may I undress my husband?”
He swallowed, his nerves bubbling up again now that the attention was on him. He nodded, watching as her hands worked the buttons of his coat. As he pushed it off his broad shoulders, she began working at undoing his waistcoat. He distracted her with chaste kisses to whatever part of her face or hair he could reach, while also pulling out the ornate hair clip and any pins he could find. Another garment fell to the floor. Penelope tugged at his shirt, and soon it joined the growing pile. She stared at his chest, gingerly running her fingers across it. She rose to the tips of her feet, bringing her mouth close to his as though to kiss him.
“You’ll have to take your shoes off yourself,” She whispered, pulling away teasingly.
“Come along, wife,” Colin pulled her towards the bedroom, sparing a glance at that blasted settee that he would never ever sleep on again.
He guided Penelope to the bed, taking a seat at the edge so he could pull off his shoes. While he did so, his wife moved behind him to trail kisses over the muscular expanse of his back. He pressed into her touch, a deep, pleasant sigh reverberating in his chest. He felt like a cat, purring in content.
Shoes removed, Colin stood up, and Penelope shuffled closer, kneeling at the edge of the bed to close the space. She worked open the buttons of his trousers, and when she pushed them down, the length of him sprang free and nearly grazed the tip of her nose. Her eyes widened, taken aback.
“May I touch you here this time?” She asked, not meeting his eyes. She was completely fixated on the thick vein running along the underside of his shaft.
He swallowed and barely whimpered an affirmative before she took him in hand, offering a few tentative strokes.
“You’re… leaking,” She eyed the semi-clear substance accumulating at his tip.
“Yes, you have that effect on me, Penelope.” His hands were balled up into fists at his sides.
“Are you alright?” She stilled her movement, one hand still gripping him, and the other lay on his thigh.
His eyes were clenched shut, and he nodded abruptly.
“Do you not like this?”
He finally looked at her and tilted her downturned gaze back up to him to see that she was frowning, “I do, Pen, very much so, and I am trying to restrain myself.”
“From what? What do you want?”
It was hard for Colin to form coherent thoughts when her soft hand was still on his hardened cock, which was so… so very close to her mou- “I cannot tell you, you’re a lady and-”
“I am your wife, Colin. Your desires are important to me, and I would like to know what they are,” She asserted, trailing her soft fingers along him.
“They may be rather… degrading,” He admitted, unable to meet her eyes.
“How can they be degrading if I’ll enjoy it?”
“How do you know that you’ll enjoy it?”
“How can I know that I won’t if you won’t tell me what it is?” She raised her brows. He sighed and ran his hand through her soft hair.
“However am I supposed to win when I have such a witty wife?”
Penelope gave him a teasing stroke, and she smirked, “You won’t. So tell me.”
“I feel like such a brute…” He bit his lip, trying to phrase his desires delicately, “But I…. I very much enjoy you like this… on your knees. You looking up at me with those brilliant blue eyes,” He gasped as she tightened her grip around him, “And your perfect lips. I… imagine you… Christ,” He swore as she stroked him firmly from base to tip, “I wish for you to take me in your mouth.” The last sentence rushed out.
Her eyes were wide, lips parted, but no words came out.
He began to pull away, starting to apologize. Penelope leaned forward and ran her tongue across the wet tip of his cock.
“Fucking hell, Pen,” He moaned, and placed his hands on her shoulders to stop her.
“Colin, please. I want to try. Perhaps, you may guide me gently this first time, but I want to pleasure you too.”
He watched her, brows furrowed in needless contemplation. He already knew once the word ‘please’ left her lips that he was helpless to deny her.
She leaned in again, and he threaded his fingers through her hair, but applied no pressure so as not to control her movements.
“Are there any other… activities you imagine doing with me?”
“That’s a dangerous question, Pen. Where do I start?” His voice was husky, words broken up by little gaps and moans as she licked broad stripes up his shaft. “I’ve wanted so badly to make love to you since that first time, and the… the more days that passed, the more eagerly I wish to take you. I want… to, mmm, I want to try different ways of… of doing so.”
Penelope raised her brow, “Different how?”
Colin inhaled deeply, closing his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Colin, you’re a writer. Surely you can be descriptive,” She teased, taking the tip of him between her lips.
“You are relentless, Penelope Bridgerton,” He sighed, “Cover your teeth with your lips first.” He inhaled sharply as she followed the instruction and began to take more of him in her mouth.
“I think… about having you on your hands and knees, or perhaps…bent over properly… head on the pillow, and your,” He gulped, watching him slip out of her mouth, and then inside again as she explored him, his fingers curling into her hair, “Your plump arse in the air while I enter you from behind. Tangling my fingers in your gorgeous red hair, pulling you back onto my cock with every thrust.”
At his vulgar words, Penelope moaned around him, causing him to twitch in her mouth. She sank slightly deeper onto him, his girth stretching her lips, as she used her tongue to explore every ridge.
“Fuck me, such a curious mouth my wife has.”
Pen smiled and pulled back, a thin string of spit connecting his cock to her lips for a brief second, which Colin was sure was going to last an eternity in his memories. “Well, when my husband tastes as good as this, I have a hard time resisting my exploration.”
He hummed, stroking her hair affectionately. “So you’re enjoying yourself then?”
“Very much. I like the sounds you make.” She returned to exploring his cock with her lips and tongue. She could not fit the whole of him in her mouth without choking, so she wrapped her hand around his base, stopping herself from going too far.
“You can, um, follow your mouth with your hand, to stroke me. That would be good.” Colin suggested, his cheeks burning furiously. He could barely believe he managed to get the words out. Penelope looked up at him, and the sight of her pupils blown wide, with half of his cock in her mouth, nearly made his knees buckle. Her brows creased as she contemplated his instruction. She pulled back until only the tip remained in her mouth, and as she moved back, her hand stroked him to meet her lips. She repeated the movement in the opposite direction, stroking down his shaft and chasing her hand with her mouth. She began to suck and stroke him in tandem; his breath began to quicken.
“Yes, yes, just like that, Pen. Such a quick learner. So very smart.” She moaned on him again and moved more fervently, seeking more of his desperate noises and praises. The one hand that was on his thigh was gripping him harder, her nails digging into his skin, but she didn’t notice, and he didn’t care. He wanted her to mark him, to claim him as hers.
He was nearing the edge, and he wanted to warn her to pull away, but he was so lost in her hot, wet mouth that he kept pushing for just one moment more… one moment… he’ll tell her in just a second….
He could feel the coil in his stomach tightening, “Pen, you should pull away, I’m close.” She raised a brow, humming in acknowledgment, sending a shiver down his spine.
“To what?” She said, wet lips still grazing him. Before he could muster a response, she took him in again, and when the head of his cock hit the back of her throat, he couldn’t pull out in time to stop from beginning to spill into her. He thought she would pull herself away when his spend began to coat her tongue, but instead Penelope began swallowing around him, coaxing more of his seed. He gasped and trembled and watched her in disbelief. When he could no longer bear the sensitivity, he gently pressed on her shoulders to pull away.
“Penelope, I’m so sorry, I did not mean to, I-”
“Colin, will you please stop apologizing?” Penelope scolded, her voice slightly hoarse, “I liked it. I… I didn’t expect that last part, but when it started to come out, I didn’t want to choke, so I just… went on instinct, I suppose. Did you like that?”
“Words can’t even begin to describe how much I liked that. You are… utterly amazing.”
Her smile was far too coy for someone who had just committed such an erotic act.
“Shall we continue in five or ten minutes?” She chuckled. He shook his head and leaned down, guiding her chin up to meet his kiss.
“There are other things we can do in the meantime. Lay back.” He eyed her hungrily, watching her curvy figure move up to lie in the center of the bed, her red curls splayed out across the pillows.
“What are we doing now?” Penelope asked, running her eyes down Colin’s form as he finished removing his trousers.
“I want to taste my wife,” he said, moving forward to join her on the bed.
“How do you mean?”
He brought a hand up between her thighs, his large hand cupping her most sensitive parts. “Here. Just as you did to me.”
Her breasts heaved, and now that he was closer, he could see the slight discoloration, small darkening blooms across her chest from his fervent attention in the carriage. Pride welled in him at her being marked as his. He felt nearly primal when it came to her; having her, being owned by her, body and soul.
“Do men normally do that?” Her voice came out in a high-pitched sigh as the palm of his hand rubbed against that sensitive point at the apex of her slit.
“Not all of them. Just as not all women do what you did to me,” Colin watched her hips roll against his hand, “In fact, most of them would charge extra,” He added under his breath. He sat up and moved to lie between her legs. “But this… I happen to enjoy this immensely. Seeing and feeling the pleasure it can bring a woman.” Colin used his fingers to part her, admiring the way she glistened, inhaling the heady fragrance of her sex. “And I shall like it all the more when I’m servicing a woman as worthy as you. To feast on my darling wife as the divine ambrosia that she is.”
Penelope gasped as he licked her from entrance to clit.
“You are delicious, Pen.” He repeated the movement, exploring the softness of her folds on his tongue, savoring the juices that coated it. He brought his lips to the top of her slit, sucking and flicking the bud quickly with his tongue. She arched against him and began panting. He pulled away, chuckling darkly.
“How do you do that?” Penelope gasped.
“This,” he pressed a soft kiss to the swollen bud, “Is a very special spot for a woman. I find that it can get overwhelmed very easily, as a lot of your pleasure is concentrated here.” He pressed his thumb to her and rubbed in slow, gentle circles.
“When you touched me there…” She spoke breathlessly, “The last time, it… helped me relax.”
“Precisely. Making you feel good like this, it helps prepare you for when I enter you,” He slid his middle finger into her, “Makes it easier to stretch you for my cock.”
“It feels so good, Colin,” She panted, swollen lips parted so deliciously, “Your hands are so big.”
He smirked, placing kisses along her inner thigh. “Were you thinking about my hands when you were touching yourself in this bed?”
She groaned and covered her face with her hands.
“No need to be shy, Pen. We both know we heard each other that night. Tell me what you were doing to yourself.” He leaned in and circled her clit with his tongue. She cried and arched her back, pushing into his face. Colin brought an arm under her thigh to hook one leg over his shoulder, and pulled at her hand to encourage her to entwine her fingers with his.
His other hand continued to pump his finger into her while he scattered kisses along her lower stomach, making it clear he wouldn't return to her sensitive bud until she spoke.
“I… I’ve explored myself before… a little. I’ve… clenched my thighs together, soothing an ache I didn’t fully understand. But it wasn’t until the night of our wedding, when…” Her breath hitched as he nipped at her inner thigh, “When I heard you, and I… I missed the way you felt inside me. That was the first time I used my fingers inside myself.”
Colin slid another finger into her tight heat, pumping into her as his tongue lapped up the sides of her folds. “And how did that feel, Penelope?”
“Good. It felt good, but it doesn’t compare to this, Colin. My fingers cannot overwhelm me the way you can. I’ve missed you,” Her voice was becoming more whiny, as he curled his fingers, circling a spot deep inside her.
Colin groaned and brought his mouth back to her clit, barely getting out the words, “I missed you too,” before he began hungrily lapping at her. He looked up and saw her teeth biting into her lower lip, her cheeks red.
“Let it out for me, Pen.”
She blushed furiously, feeling more and more unraveled. “Oh fuck,” She cried, squeezing his hand tightly. Her hips began to roll against him, grinding against his mouth as he sucked and flicked at her clit. Hearing a swear out of Penelope’s sweet mouth sent a devious shiver down Colin’s spine.
“You taste so good, Penelope. And your moans… like music.” He groaned, feasting on every drop of her arousal, his tongue working her up into a frenzy. Her hand slid into his hair, holding him to her as she climbed and climbed and climbed. “Harder.” His request vibrated against her skin, and she tugged more firmly on the soft brown locks, pushing his face against her.
He pulled away. “I’m going to try a third finger,” he panted, “Is that okay?”
Colin felt her thighs twitch. She nodded and closed her eyes as he slowly worked another finger into her. As he pushed in, she dripped freely down his fingers. Colin’s reawakened cock pressed against the mattress; he tried to suppress the need to rut against it like an animal.
“You feel so damn good,” He watched his fingers sink into her over and over, feeling her clamp down on him on every inward thrust, “I could lose hours between your legs like this.”
“Colinnn,” She whined, rocking her hips. He smirked and increased the speed of his fingers, curling in and stretching her, rubbing that spot inside her that made her tremble while his tongue drew patterns against her clit.
At last, Colin found himself at a pace that seemed to let her climb towards that peak once more. Her breath came quick, one hand twisting in his hair, the other pulling away from his own hand to clamp down on his shoulder, and he hoped he’d find little crescent scars on his skin later.
He pulled back for a split second, “Look at me, Pen.”
It only took a few seconds of eye contact for Penelope to reach her peak. Her jaw dropped, eyes fighting to remain open as she climaxed against his mouth, his name a broken mess of syllables on her lips as wave after wave shook her body.
Colin licked her slowly, allowing her a gradual descent from ecstasy as he slid his fingers out of her. He sat up and sucked his fingers into his mouth, moaning as though he still hadn’t gotten his fill.
She fought to catch her breath and spotted his hardened cock as he shuffled to lie beside her. “Seems as though you’re ready again.”
He smiled and pulled her into his side. “Never mind me, you need a second.” He pressed a kiss to her cheek and ran his hand leisurely up the side of her body. She hummed contentedly, catching her breath and letting her body relax beside his. “I love you very much, Penelope Bridgerton.”
She nuzzled into his neck, pressing a kiss to his throat, “I love you, Colin Bridgerton.” Penelope pressed her lips to his, pulling back with a curious hum before diving in hungrily. She moaned into his mouth, tasting the essence of her on his tongue.
They lay there in a comfortable bliss. Penelope’s head resting on his broad chest, occasionally running the tips of her fingers down along his stomach and over his cock, watching him throb responsively.
“Colin, may I ask you something?” She whispered. He pulled back slightly to look at her.
“Anything, Pen.”
“These fantasies you’ve had of me. In those… positions. Taking me more eagerly. I… assume you have these specific fantasies because you are… experienced with them?”
His brows furrowed, and he looked sheepish. “Don’t look so guilty, Colin,” She quickly interjected, “I am very glad to reap the benefits of your… education in such matters.”
He pressed his lips together, still unsure he should discuss his past dalliances. “In fact,” Penelope continued, “I should send a letter of appreciation to whichever woman taught you to do that with your tongue.”
He couldn’t help but laugh at the glimmering mirth in her eyes. Her humor and her ability to ease his embarrassment at former rakish ways were blessings he was still unsure he was worthy of.
“Well, any skills I do not yet possess, I am more than eager to teach myself by practicing on you.”
Her giggle assured him that he had nothing to fear when it came to her judgment. “Sounds like an excellent plan. But… It’s just that… Well, I want to ensure that I’m as good for you as you are for me. That you’ll teach me everything so that you can bed me like one of those Parisian women.”
Colin sighed, tracing his thumb over her plump lip.
“Penelope, I promise that I will teach you everything you want to know. Believe me, my fantasies regarding you are limitless. But Pen. I could never…” he cleared his throat, “lying with you will never be like one of those women, because with you… It’s incomparable.”
“And that's a good thing?” She raised her brows and let her nails trail across his abdomen. She watched the muscles twitch under her touch, not meeting his eyes.
“It is… the greatest gift I have ever been given, Pen. I thought there was something wrong with me. The trysts you will read about in my journals were hollow experiences. Pleasurable, yes, but only in the body. I would always wake to a sense of cold loneliness, even if the bed were still occupied. But with you… Our first kiss alone was truly the most intimate sensation I had ever experienced at that point—a moment which lingered, not just on my lips, but in my spirit. Loving you and being loved by you in return has heightened my sensations into an entirely new realm that is ours alone to explore. Making love as husband and wife.”
Penelope smiled brightly, once again blinking back tears at Colin’s heartfelt words. “I want to explore everything with you, Colin.” When she pulled away from his kiss, she returned to her pensive expression. “If what you and I are doing is… ‘making love’, what were you doing before?”
Colin did not think he could blush any harder than he was. Why must his wife be so damn inquisitive?
“I-well… it was just fucking, I suppose. Different from making love.”
She nodded. “So you want to make love to me, but you do not want to… fuck me?”
Colin sighed, “Christ, Pen. Hearing you talk like that is going to make me go mad.”
She laughed, “Now you know how I feel. You're usually such a composed gentleman; every time you cuss, it makes me feel like I'm responsible for your undoing.”
“Oh, Penelope, you are,” Colin grazed his lips over hers, gently moving her onto her back, positioning himself between her thighs, “Wholly, entirely responsible. I must hold you accountable,” He nipped at her throat, “Of course I want to fuck you, Pen, you are so damn enticing, how can I not want to fuck you?” He kissed her deeply, swallowing her moan as she felt the length of him glide along her, slipping between her folds and coating himself in her.
“Then do it, Colin. Make love to me. Fuck me. Whatever you want to call it. I want all of it with you,” Penelope let one hand hold onto his broad shoulder while the other caressed the dark hairs across his chest, before trailing them downward, until she took his cock in hand, “Please, husband, let us finally consummate this marriage.” He nodded, feeling her guide the head of him to her entrance, rolling her hips to sink him into her. Colin groaned against her warm throat, kissing the slightly sweat-dampened skin, loving the way she took control of him.
Colin pushed his hips forward and slid deeper into her. Penelope did not indicate pain; she was perfectly hot and snug around his cock, stretching around him so easily. As he pushed deeper, she hissed out a low “Yesss,” and he gripped her thigh tightly, resisting the urge to slam the rest of him inside of her at once. When he finally bottomed out, he pressed his forehead to hers and let them embrace the feeling of their bodies being one.
“This… this is…”
“Perfect,” She finished for him. They could feel each other's smiles as their lips met, moaning and gasping against each other as he made shallow thrusts into her. She kissed her way along his cheek and brought her lips to his ear to whisper, “Don’t hold back, Colin.”
His grip tightened on her thigh, and he pulled her leg up to hook around his waist. She repeated with the other and locked her ankles behind his back as he began to increase the speed of his thrusts. Colin cupped a hand under her breast to bring it closer to his eager mouth. She whined as he nipped and sucked, and pulled her deeper and deeper into carnal bliss.
“So fucking perfect, Pen. I love taking you like this, feeling you like this.” He moaned his praises into her skin, branding his love into her as she arched against him. Their lips met again, their tongues quickly following. Her nails scratched down his back, then ran through his scalp as she tugged at his hair, and he leaned into every single caress. They were a frenzy of moving hands and heated kisses against any part of each other they could reach.
Colin felt a stirring in the pit of his stomach, so he slowed his pace. He watched Penelope’s breasts rise and fall with her breath, the sheen of sweat on her forehead. He brushed a damp strand back behind her ear.
“Do you want to try something a little different this time?”
Penelope’s eyes fluttered open, hazy and lustful, more black pupils than blue irises. She nodded, biting her bottom lip.
Colin pulled away from her, unwrapping her legs from around his waist. She watched him curiously as he pushed her legs back. He leaned forward with her, placing the backs of her knees on his shoulders, her dainty feet in the air. When he sank into her again, she gasped, a look of shock and apprehension, giving way to pleasure at the way this new angle stimulated her. She whimpered as he resumed slowly thrusting into her.
“More. Harder, please,” Her needy whimper came as a surprise, but Colin followed her plea as he pistoned into her with more fervor. She cussed and held onto his shoulder as she slipped the other hand down to her clit.
“Fuck, Pen. That’s it. Touch yourself for me.” His hand came up to her cheek, his thumb running across her plump lips. “You’re so good to me, Pen. Using your mouth on me. So wanton for me aren’t you? That’s why you don’t want me to hold back anymore, isn’t it?”
Penelope wrapped her lips around his thumb and sucked. “Would you want me to take your mouth the way I take your cunt? You love it when I use my wife’s divine body for pleasure?”
Penelope cried “Yes,” repeatedly, each affirmative coming out more and more broken, each question making her clamp down on him, pushing her closer to the edge.
“Yes, that’s my good little wife.” Colin moaned against her neck, and she peaked, trembling beneath him as her walls fluttered and squeezed around his cock. Her fingers slowed, but didn’t stop as she rode out her high, deliciously dragged out by his hard thrusts.
Colin watched his wife come undone, her petite body practically folded in half, caged beneath his larger self. His eyes rolled back, delirious at how good it felt to relinquish the last shred of self-control and plunge into her harder, chasing his orgasm. He felt a sinful swell of joy when his wife’s moans grew louder, grateful that this nearly brutal pace seemed to be as pleasurable for her as it was for him. His senses were overwhelmed by their union, the smell of her, the sound of their bodies joining, the feel of her dripping around his cock.
He sank his fingers into her hair, their eyes locking as he grew closer and closer. “Please,” She whimpered, “I want my husband to fill me again.”
His jaw dropped, his eyes furrowed as he fisted the pillow and pressed his cock as deep as he could, letting her tight walls squeeze him for all he was worth, cumming harder than he had ever thought possible.
With the last bit of energy remaining, he pressed a kiss to her damp forehead and sat back. He pulled out of her, gently laying her legs back onto the bed before collapsing beside her. The room filled with their heavy breaths, their damp bodies entwined together.
“That was… incredible, Colin,” Penelope said, listening to Colin’s rapid heartbeat, “Different, and yet just as perfect as the first time.”
Colin smoothed the wayward strands of her hair, “Are you sure? I was not too rough with you? I did not say anything too-”
“Colin,” She stated more loudly. She pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose, running her hand down his flushed cheek. “Perfect.”
“Then I must say, I agree, Penelope Bridgerton,” Colin sighed happily.
“I don’t think I’ll ever tire of hearing that.” She whispered sleepily.
He stroked her hair, closing his eyes. “And I shall never tire of saying it.”
Penelope fell asleep first, a soft smile still on her lips. As Colin pulled blankets over them, he could not help but marvel at her. How differently he was ending the day, miles away from the anxiety he started it with. He was going to let her read his journals. He was going to answer every question she asked of him, no matter how salacious they might be. He thought about all she asked of him that evening. All the things she wanted to learn, and all the activities he wanted to explore with his adventurous little wife. As sleep began to overtake him, Colin knew that no matter what position he took her in, no matter how rough or gentle, when it came to Penelope Bridgerton, they were always making love.