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Penelope pressed her back up against the cool, brick building and closed her eyes. Exhaling a slow, shaky breath, she drowned out the echoing sounds of her sisters' ball, and placed a hand to her chest, willing her heartbeat to calm.  Pen knew this feeling. She was prone to some anxiety whenever she became overwhelmed. The worst one she ever felt was during her engagement party, but she had been under extreme duress. Right now, her racing pulse and heaving breath was not from anything negative; quite the opposite, in fact! 

The Queen accepted her as Lady Whistledown, she and Colin were reconciled, ready to finally start their marriage, and her friendship with Eloise was stitching itself back together.  

After she and Colin shared two very happy dances together, they were interrupted by her family, and his, the second their feet touched the last step off the dance floor. As conversations took place, Penelope felt her adrenaline start to ease away. She was relieved and in-love and excited and feeling confident, but something unsettling started to rise in her once her brain and her body connected to the fact that all was truly well now.  It wasn't panic that she felt, like at the Engagement party, which resulted in her fainting spell. It was sensory overload that she currently felt, like she needed to get away from everyone. It was almost as if all the voices and sounds around her became too sensitive for her in that moment. She needed some time alone to decompress after all that she had mentally gone through over the past month — or past few years if she were being completely honest.  

Not wanting to direct any attention to herself, Pen had squeezed Colin's hand to get his attention. As both of their mothers spoke, his eyes immediately landed on hers in question. Giving him a small smile, she quietly told him she would be right back, that she needed some fresh air. His face had immediately twisted with worry and his mouth opened to speak, but she quickly interrupted him. She knew he would question if anything was wrong and insist to come with. She loved him for it, but he had been a part of her overwhelm, too. 

"I am well. I just need a second" 

Her eyes begged for him to accept her temporary absence. One thing Colin knew about Pen was that she needed moments of seclusion for her well-being as much as she needed food and water. He gave her a reassuring smile, a little nod of approval and then untangled his fingers from hers.  

A rush of heat enveloped throughout her being and she took another deep exhale through her mouth. She squatted down, placing her hands down to balance herself. To remind herself to stay in the moment, Pen felt the soft grass under her finger tips. She also heard the crickets chirping in the vast yard and felt the fresh air. This seemed to do the trick, because her heartbeat slowed and her breathing evened out. 

But then it was replaced by tears.  It was not a dream. She was finally not holding any secrets from her loved ones. The Queen herself seemed impressed by her and no one had attacked her when she revealed herself. Her family's name would not be ruined, her family was finally treating her with respect and most importantly, Colin finally realized their love triumphed over tribulations.  She was married to her best friend, the man she loved all her life, and they were finally going to be happy, with nothing weighing down her shoulders. Pen could not believe it. Everything was going to be okay! Crying now with relief, she placed her hands over her face and let all the stress out, and she did so with a smile on her face.  

When Colin stepped through the golden patio doors, he immediately froze seeing his wife crouched down crying. His first, immediate instinct was to rush to her and hold her in his arms demanding she tell him what was wrong.  But something told him to be gentle and patient. Penelope had taken care of herself for a long time, she obviously needed this time to release the emotions she was feeling; however, it did not make his worry any less. He would always be concerned with her well-being, even when she needed a reprieve.  

Pen didn't even hear any footsteps, but when she felt a hand on her sequined-covered knee, she knew exactly who it was. She recognized his familiar, and delicious, after-shave oil from a mile away.  

For some reason, Colin had expected her to softly tell him to 'go away' or brush his hand off of her, since he was intruding on the time alone that she had asked him for. So, he was surprised when she lifted her head and smiled at him with giddiness and embarrassment. He softly smiled back and reached to offer her his hanky, which she took. After dabbing any traces of tears away, she pushed herself back up to a stand and he followed suite.  

"Before you ask," she said composing herself, "I promise I am alright."  

Colin snickered and placed the hanky in his inner pocket, "You know me well. And I know you asked for a moment alone, so I apologize for coming out here, but I just wanted to check on you after all that had just transpired." 

Pen nodded and her eyes flitted back to the door as if expecting a group about to interrupt their moment of quiet, "I just became a little overwhelmed by it all. I did not lose my composure from frustration or anger, I promise you." 

"Good," he said stepping close and placing a hand on her neck to cradle her, "Then I can assume that these are happy tears?" 

Pen instantly felt a pleasurable shiver, feeling his hand there upon her skin. It had been a long time since he had touched her somewhere other than her hand. Not since the night before their wedding, outside the modiste, had his fingers caused her sensitive flesh to become a flame.  

Pen let out a breathless giggle, "Yes, very happy tears." 

Colin studied her a moment before he leaned in and kissed her on the forehead, his lips lingering there a moment. Penelope's hands braced his waist and she melted into him. Colin could practically feel the mental exhaustion pouring out from her. Folding her into an embrace, he held her against him as she rested her cheek against his chest.  

Gently rocking them back and forth in a soothing manner, Colin sighed, "You do not have to hide your emotions from me, do you know that?" Penelope looked up at him uncertain, but he confirmed, "Not anymore. We both find comfort in a solitary moment of silence, but when it comes to you feeling overwhelmed, or stressed, I will be there for you, just like this. I will not speak, if you do not wish me to, but I will hold you through it. And the same goes for myself with you."  

"Yes, you are a sensitive soul," she murmured with playful smile. 

His hands poked her sides and she instantly squealed wiggling away from him, but he quickly pulled her back. 

"I know you are an independent creature, Lady Whistledown , but you are also my best friend and my wife. Let me take care of you. It's all I ever wanted to do, Pen." 

Pen smiled looking up at him as she rested her chin on his chest, "I will work on that. You have my word. I just never really had anyone whom wanted to take care of me, like you do, before. Even before we were together, you took care of me. I have had Rae, of course, but she has only been with me the past few years, and that is a different kind of care. I never truly felt loved, you know, not even by my own self. It is going to take time for me to seep all this in." 

"My family has always loved you." 

"Oh, I know. Your family is probably the reason why I had not gone and run away from my own family years ago. I do not know what I would have done without them. Without you. Without Eloise." 

"You know, even in her ire, El cared about you. She was the first to run to your side when you fainted at our party." 

"Oh, she was, huh," Pen said slyly, with a raised eyebrow. 

"You fainted in my arms. I was already there," he corrected with a tease. 

"That is good I was in your arms," she said running her hands up to his biceps, "Or I could have truly gotten a bump on the head." 

"I will always keep you safe," he vowed in a serious tone, even when hers was lighthearted.  

"I know you will." 

Pen placed her hand up to the side of his face. Colin closed his eyes in a moment of bliss at her touch before he kissed her palm there. 

"We are both new to marriage, Pen. I have not known the true love of a woman myself...well, not that I was aware of anyway," he said booping her on the nose with his finger which she snickered, "Now that we can move forward in our relationship, we can learn how to be a team, together." 

"A team," she whispered, before a glowy smile appeared on her face, "I quite like that."  

"As a team, we should have to do certain things together, not apart," he said with a bit of sternness. 

Pen gave him a look that was the epitome of 'wife'. She knew he was hinting at something. 

Colin took in her mischievously questionable look and continued, "Like not traveling by oneself at night in a hired hack." 

Penelope bit her lip smiling before she answered, "I do not think we will have to worry about my usual routine regarding the column now that my identity is no longer hidden." 

"I do not just speak of you traveling to the printers the way you used to. God," he took a step back and pressed her fingers on the bridge of his nose in frustration, "I still cannot believe you were doing that for years." 

"Excuse me, Mr. Bridgerton, but there are things from the past that I cannot believe you did as well," she retorted with a chuckle.  

Colin's curiosity peaked and he slid his hands around her waist to her back, "Oh, such as?" 

Pen giggled, "Do you really wish for me to open up that can of worms? You will not like it." 

"Give me a hint." 

She pressed her lips together a moment, "Well, let's just say, I clearly hinted at it when we ran into each other on the street the eve of our wedding." 

Colin thought a moment, thinking, before his mouth parted and he looked at her in surprise by her indication of his time in the brothels. But he could not help but chuckle at the twinkle in her eye.  

"I still would like to know how you, a gentle bred, unwed , lady, at the time, had become knowledgeable of such...ventures...especially of my own whereabouts." 

"Colin, I am Lady Whistledown. I may not have been educated about the occurrences at those establishments, but it was not a challenge to come about information of you visiting them. I had always been curious what happened there. Now, I understand, thanks to you." 

Colin laughed, hugging her close, "It is not the same." 

"I do not judge you for it." 

"I know, but I am serious. It is quite different, for me at least. But that will be a conversation for another day. All I can say is, I had not visited one of those establishments since before I proposed to you."  

Penelope became bold, "Good. Because I do not like the thought of you with another woman after we had become involved." 

"And I did not like the thought of you with Lord Debling, hence why I went running after your carriage." 

Penelope responded by just hugging him close again, the side of her face pressing up against his waist coat.  

"I never want us to be apart again." 

"Neither do I. But, Colin, what about when you travel?" 

"I will do no such thing." 

Pen nearly gasped as she pulled away to look up at him again, "What on earth do you speak of? You love traveling!" 

"Yes, but I am not going to do so alone any longer." 

"But -" she understood his sudden look, "Me?" 

"Yes, you, silly. You really think I will travel on my own accord without my wife?" 

"Oh," Pen was surprised but she giggled, "You want to travel with me?" 

"If you are open to the idea, but I do not have to if it does not sound appealing. In that case, I have journals of my travels to keep my memory alive. I have everything I need here with you." 

"Oh, you stop that right now," she said lightly slapping his chest, "I would never want for you stop traveling, even if I could not be a companion. Your letters were always the happiest when you were traveling." 

"My letters were always the happiest because I was writing to you , Pen. But, I cannot pretend I would not miss it; however, if I had to forgo it for you, I would." 

"Well, I do not wish you to. I want to go." 

"Not just for me." 

"No, not just for you. I lived your travels through your words. I pictured them in my mind's eye. It would give me no greater pleasure than to experience these lands, especially with you. I want to ride the ocean on a ship and see the sunset on shorelines and explore different cultures, eat exotic foods and gaze upon people anywhere other than England." 

Colin tipped her chin up and kissed her excitedly. 

"I would love to take you on a real honeymoon once all of our affairs are in order here." 

"Honeymoon?" 

"Yes. You deserve one." 

"Oo. Where shall we go?" 

"Where would you like to go? I would start somewhere just across the channel perhaps, make sure you can take on the water for a few days." 

Penelope did not even have to think as she grasped his coat lapels and looked up at him trying to hide her exuberance, "Paris." 

"Paris it will be then," he chuckled, "Not that I am surprised." He placed a kiss on her cheek and pulled her back into a cuddle. After a minute he spoke with a soft attentiveness, "How do you feel now?" 

"Tired. Not physically, but emotionally." 

"Then may I make a suggestion?" 

"Mm hm," she murmured. 

"No, I withdraw that statement. As your husband, I am taking action." 

Penelope's eyebrows scrunched in confusion and she looked up at him. 

"We are going home." 

Pen stepped back, "But it has not been that long. I cannot just leave. It is my sisters' first time hosting a ball." 

"I understand, love, but the last thing you need in your overwhelm is to have people start coming up to talk to you about Whistledown. Or, God forbid, be negative to you in any way about it, now they know you are the scribe. They would be foolish to do so in my presence, but that is neither here nor there. You sister's and your Mama will understand you retiring early, especially after the events so far this evening." 

Penelope licked her lips thinking. It was true. That was the last thing she wanted to deal with for the remainder of the day. 

"You are right. I do not think I have the energy to deal with anything else like that tonight. I do not want to be Lady Whistledown right now. I just—" Penelope paused and looked down at her left hand, touching her ring. 

Colin gently urged, "You just what?" 

She lifted her eyes up to his confidently, "I just want to focus on being your wife right now." 

He smiled and nodded, as if already expecting it, "Stay here. I will go inside and say our goodbye's to our mother's and then we can walk around the side of the house to fetch our carriage." 

Penelope nodded, smiling. As Colin walked back through the door, she felt positively giddy. They would be going home together , to their home, happily . It felt so beautifully surreal.  

Minutes later, in their carriage, Pen sat on the bench fiddling with the clip in her hair when Colin opened the door and immediately gave her a raised eyebrow. 

"It is not a hired hack, Colin," she retorted. 

A low growl of frustration rolled deep within his chest as he climbed in and shut the door. Sitting on the seat across from her, Colin's eyes didn't leave hers as he banged on top the roof, "To our Bloomsbury residence, Henry." 

As the carriage started moving, Colin watched as she placed her hair clip in her bag and then ran her nails through her scalp, letting her curls become a little disorderly.  

"I said to stay there." 

"I thought it would be faster if I had our carriage waiting." 

Colin snickered, shaking his head, and started undoing his cravat, "Life will never be dull with you, Pen." 

She smiled and leaned her head back against the seat watching him. But soon, the skin between her eyebrows scrunched, "Colin?" 

"Yeah?" 

"We have not sat across from one another like this in a carriage since...well since..." Pen gently cleared her throat at the memory of Colin touching her for the first time, introducing her to pleasure, and not just from his hands between her legs and on her bosom, but his tongue against hers as well, "...the night you proposed." 

Colin wicked smile became lopsided, "I was not sitting there long for I was quickly upon my knees proclaiming my love." 

"We usually have sat next to each other. Why do you sit across there now?" 

Colin did not skip a beat, speaking as if he was expecting it, "Because I do not wish to consummate our marriage in a carriage." 

Pen's body instantly stiffened an her expression unapologetically showed she was both nervous and thrilled. 

His eyes roamed her dress a moment, particularly her breasts, before he locked eyes with her again, "If I were to be sitting next to you right now, I would not be able to control myself. And I do not wish to risk interruption." 

Pen felt her body react to his words. She flushed upon her cheeks and chest, she was sure of it, and she also felt a rush of heat spread between her legs. But, she was able to keep her posture composed, as if it unaffected her, though they both could see that was a betrayal. 

"Yes, we do tend to get interrupted often, do we not," she replied with a sly smile. 

"There will be no interruptions tonight. The only staff at our home, as of present, is Rae, and I have given her the night off. She has promised to stay in her quarters until tomorrow morning.  I did not tell her as much, but I think your clever maid is aware enough to the fact that I intended on reconciling with my wife this evening." 

The subtle sexual presumption went right over Penelope's head, "But what if the Queen did not accept me? What if it did not turn out the way it did? What if she made me go back to the palace for repentance?" 
 
 

Colin became a little impatient, "Then the Queen would have had to deal with me there with you, Pen!" 

Pen bit her lower lip in amusement, "I love you, husband." 

Suddenly, Colin's body froze, as he turned his full attention back to her, and his eyes darkened, "Say that again." 

Pen searched his predator-like expression, confused, "I love you?" 

"I love you, too, but not that. What you just called me," he said slightly shifting upon the seat across from her. 

"Husband?" 

"Now say it again," he said quietly, but with a gentle command, "Like you mean it." 

Ah. So, that is what got her husband turned on. 

Pen slowly straightened up, her confidence suddenly piqued. Her eyes were dark and piercing, a sly curve upon her lips. It was not Penelope in the carriage with him now, it was Lady Whistledown, whether she wanted to be her or not. 

Her tone conveyed seduction, "I fully expect you to share our marital bed with me tonight, husband ." 

Colin’s expression softened to one of guilt, “Pen, I have been foolish. I should have never let you sleep al -” 

Pen quickly shut that down, “No. I do not want to revisit that past. Let us just move forward.” He nodded and she continued, “I gave my word to you earlier that I would try my best to let you take care of me and love me even if it is something I am not used to.” 

“Yes.” 

“Will you promise me something?” 

“Anything.” 

“Promise me that you will never leave me alone in our bed again – even if we are irritable for any reason with one another. It is inevitable, as we are only human, but I do not want to feel you so far away again. I want our shared bedroom to be our safe zone. Outside of it, then we can deal with any trials or tribulations in our relationship.” 

Colin was amazed. She spoke so reverently and so grown up. She once was a girl who used to excitedly tell him what animal she saw in his backyard during tea with Eloise, and now she was his wife, and one of the most successful writers in London, directing him of a marital rule she was asking to be put in place. He could not be any more aroused.  

“I am fully amenable to that idea. And I will never, ever let you sleep alone in our marital bed again. I promise.” 

Penelope reached her hand out for him to take, which he did, and then kissed it slowly and seductively. When his eyes looked up at hers all the while keeping his lips on her knuckles, Penelope felt that tingle in her lower tummy, spreading up to her breasts, tingling and hardening her peaks.

“I do wish you would come sit over here, husband,” she breathed. 

He ignored her plea, his voice was sexually stern, giving her a clear warning and no room for argument, "Pen, when we enter the privacy of our home, I am going to do something to you that will be unfamiliar. You might question it at first, but I need you to just trust me." 

Pen's breath hitched as she felt her pulse start to quicken again, in a different way. She could not help but let out a blushful snicker, "Should I be nervous?" 

"You should be excited," he corrected, and his voice became the most sexual she had ever heard it, "because I am going to make you feel really good." 

Oh, she was feeling good alright.  

Penelope whimpered, her hand falling flat up against the wall, halfway up the stairs in the foyer, while her other arm was bent back, gripping Colin’s hair as he pressed up against the back of her. His mouth was attacking her neck, sending arousing tingles all up and down her body, while one hand cupped and squeezed her breast while the other pressed against the sequin of her dress over her mound.  

She felt her husband pressing his hard member against her lower back, breathing heavily against her, and she lost her damn mind. The ache between her legs, the hardness of her nipples under her corset, the pleasurable sensation of shivers engulfing her entire being...it was overwhelming her.  She had felt want, need, arousal for him before. She had been introduced to it in the carriage and came to completion with it just up those stairs the morning after their engagement. She had felt a more fiery version of that sexual need outside the modiste the eve of their wedding and left unsatisfied. Now, that same feeling was back, but it was even more urgent, as if she would combust if she did not have him now. It did not matter they were not secure in the privacy of their suite. She felt something inside of her snap, like she was losing all self-control and modesty. She wanted him in a primal way. She wanted to feel him moving inside of her again, grunting because of her. She wanted... 

“Too many layers.” 

“What,” he breathed, barely paying attention as his hand released her mound to grasp her hair up in his fist while he moved to the other side of her neck. 

“Take my dress off,” she whined with a plea.  

Colin released her breast and her hair as he let out a low groan of approval and his fingers quickly unfastened the clip at the top of her dress. He unbuttoned the inner workings until she was entirely unrestrained from Madame Delacroix’s custom made design. Pen quickly worked her arms free and let it fall to her feet before she turned around with haste and started ripping Colin’s suit jacket from his arms. He let her without struggle as he was transfixed on her instead of paying attention to his undress. There Pen stood, his wife, in her corset and skirt on the semi-darkness of their stairs. Her hair was untamed, her breath was heaving from her arousal for him and her rouge lip stain smeared on both their lips. He could not believe she was his.  

Before he knew it, he was dressed down to his open dress shirt before she could take it no longer. With Colin still in a sexual haze, Penelope continued initiative and grabbed his waist pulling him back up against her. The moment his bare stomach felt the top of her breasts; he came back to himself and took a step forward until her back was pressed against the wall. To be the perfect height, Pen took a step on one more higher, to be more level with him, before their mouths met again. She squeezed her eyes shut tight in pleasure and pure delight when their tongues spared. This was actually happening. She wanted to cry from happiness. 

She did not know how on earth he managed, but suddenly she felt her body fully breathe again when her corset suddenly loosed around her torso. Breaking their kiss, Pen let out a puff of air and looked over her shoulder in time to see his hand reappear from behind her. She gave no resistance, made no attempt to cover herself this time, as Colin, quite swiftly, removed the stiff material down her arms.  When it fell onto the stairs beside them, he wasted no time in lowering to his knees and then lowered his mouth to her chest.  

“I will never tire of your breasts,” he mumbled kissing the skin between them.  

Penelope leaned her head back against the wall, licking her lips, as her hands cradled his head. As one of his hands fondled her breasts, his tongue licked her hardened nipple on the other. When she moaned, Colin lost all his restraint. He pressed his free hand to her back pressing her into him as his mouth sucked her in hard, wiggling his tongue in the process. Penelope’s cries grew louder as each flick and suck sent orgasmic tingles to her quim.  When he moved to the other, he was letting out satisfied sounds. He wanted to have her glorious breasts in his mouth and his hand until the end of time.  The ache, the pleasurable torture, was becoming too much for Pen. She felt her legs start to become jelly and she slightly leaned forward, pressing her hand on his upper back to steady herself. When she breathlessly giggled from how absurd it was that she could barely stand anymore, Colin remembered that even though he worshipped her breasts, he had not yet done what he had planned on doing their actual wedding night.  

Pen was in such a fog she did not even register that Colin had eased her down onto the stairs until she felt the uneven hardness of it upon her back. It was not the most comfortable, but she was in such a state of arousal she did not care. As Colin laid another sexually-charged kiss against her mouth, Pen reached up to wiggle his dress shirt off his arms. Colin released her lips and leaned back to maneuver out of the material. Tossing it aside, he then gazed upon her. Laying back against their stairs, with her hair fanned out, her bare breasts free and damp from his mouth...he found himself becoming mesmerized again.  

Penelope let out a bit of a blushed giggle as she readjusted a bit on the stairs, which brought him back to reality as she spoke, “I did not expect us to consummate our marriage here. You were right, it is unfamiliar.” 

“Making love on the stairs is not the unfamiliar act I spoke of. And we are not going to do it here.” 

The skin between Pen’s brows scrunched in confusion, but she did not move, “Then what did you speak of?” 

Colin’s eyes glanced down at her slip-covered legs before he looked back up at her almost wickedly, sans smile. Without his eyes leaving hers, his hands lifted her skirt up her legs until it was high on her upper thighs.  

“Bend your legs for me, sweetheart.” 

“But you just said we are not-” 

“Pen,” he said softly to ease her confusion, “Do you trust me?” 

She searched his eyes a moment before she nodded, more curious than anything now. Without another word, she did as he said and brought her feet down to where her legs were now bent.  

Maneuvering his body, Colin slightly parted her legs so he could kiss the side of her knee. He then kissed the other side before he moved to open her legs more, to allow his shoulders in as he leaned his face closer to his intended target. But the move startled her almost and she tried closing her legs instinctively, scooting back a bit away from him. Colin took no insult for he knew she was unaware of such an act. It was not exactly comforting at first to find a man placing his head between one’s legs when all she had known was his hand or his hips there.  Pen was still new to all of this.  

“I...” Penelope’s cheeks turned pinker than they already had been, “I trust you, but I am just a little confused.” 

Colin smiled with kindness, “I told you that you would question it.” 

“Forgive me but—but what exactly do you plan to do?” 

Colin’s hands still rested upon each of her knees, his thumb caressing gently, “May I show you?” 

Penelope looked down where her knees were pressed together, his hands not forcing but just resting there, waiting for permission or not, “And I will like it?” 

“Judging on how I have recently come to learn your body, I am quite certain that you will.  But, if you do not, all you need to do is tell me to stop and I will. I promise.” 

Penelope nodded, blinking rapidly, before she cleared her throat nervously, “Alright.” 

Colin was a little taken back as Penelope’s knees slowly opened for him, without any persuasion of more kisses or caresses. Her legs parted, like a butterfly’s wings, allowing him access to her. The moment his eyes landed upon her cunny again, it took all his might not to reach down and rearrange his erection in his trousers.  

Penelope’s eyes watched the shadows of the candlelight flames flicker upon the high ceiling of their townhouse as Colin’s lips trailed her inner thighs. While his lips felt good upon any part of her skin, she tried to keep herself relaxed enough to not harbor any insecurity. She had come to know his hand at the most intimate part of her body, and had his hips straddle there, but never had she ever had a thought cross her mind of his face near that area. Unfamiliar? More like insane! But she knew that look of yearning in his eyes and it was something he was intent on wanting to do. She knew he’d never purposefully make her uncomfortable. He said she could stop him at any ti-gasp! 

His tongue licked a strip right up her and she stiffened.  It was not unpleasant, but definitely unusual. It tickled, and tingled, his tongue wet and slick upon her own.

“C-Colin?” 

Hearing the unsureness in her voice, Colin made a quick mental note to not tease. No explanations. He wanted to get to the point of showing her exactly why he was doing this.  Penelope gasped again, this time of surprised pleasure, when Colin sucked in that special part of her. Then he wiggled his tongue there.  

“Ohhh,” she breathed in ecstasy, her hand flying back to his head. 

Colin continued until Pen was eliciting another, “Oh, yes.”  It was the exact same she had done when he found her g-spot again on the settee. That was all the confirmation he needed, knowing now she was fully relaxed and enjoying herself.  

His mouth became more persistent, creating a rhythm they both enjoyed. While she let out little mewls of pleasure above him, he was in his own wonderland, lost in the scent and taste of her woman. It was not until her tummy started rolling, her hips involuntarily meeting his mouth, that he realized she was starting to chase a climax. And he fully wanted to be mentally lucid for that.  Wrapping his arms more secure around her thighs to keep her open, and her hips a little more restrained, he continued at the same pace she seemed to be enjoying but his tongue was merciless, wiggling, rotating and licking spots that he knew were the most sensitive.  

“Oh...oh gosh...” she cried in ecstasy. Then she let out a little laugh of unbelief as that little death was climbing higher and higher in her core. 

Without warning, to give her orgasm a little nudge, Colin released one thigh to plunge his two fingers inside of her, which slipped in easily with how wet she was there. Penelope gasped and her hand grabbed onto the bar railing for leverage as her body started to stiffen with climax. Her other hand grasped his hair hard, her back arching as it hit its peak. Her mouth opened in a voiceless cry. In over-sensitized pain, she tried to get his lips away from her, and Colin obliged but he kept his fingers moving as her muscles contracted wildly around them.  As Penelope found her voice again, and moaned loudly in pleasure, Colin groaned impatient for wanting to feel her fluttering around his cock again, instead of his fingers.  

How they made it up the rest of the stairs, down the hall and to their suite, neither could tell you. But, they did so with needy sounds, wanton groping and desperate kissing. It was a wonder that they did not consummate in the hallway.  

When they entered their suite, Colin was carrying her. Pen’s legs were wrapped around his waist as they kissed messily, groaning and grinding. Ignoring the settee where they had first made love, where he rested his head the past week, he unsteadily walked them to their bedroom doors and with help from the Gods above, made it inside their marital boudoir. However, the second the door shut behind them, Penelope had his cock in her hand and was rocking her hips against him, her slick coating him. Colin was seeing damn stars and pressed her back up against the door.  

“Now,” she begged, with a whimper, “Now, Colin.” 

He lowered his trousers more as she bunged up her skirts around her waist and then he was lined up. Holding her hip steady with one hand, Colin banged his other hand against the door above her head to keep himself steady. Their breaths were harsh as their faces were nearly touching. Then he thrust in. Her little body jolted up with the force of it and she moaned in surprise and happiness. He let out his own moan of satisfaction, not just from the feeling of her tight, hot, slick cunny around him again, but the fact that were finally man and wife in the Biblical sense.  

Understanding the momentous occasion, they both mutually let out little relieved laughs before they kissed passionately again. Then he started moving. This was a desperate kind of love as their bodies racked up against the door. Pen kept her ankles locked around him, her hands pressing against his lower back, urging him harder into her. The feeling of her back ramming up and down the polished wood as he took her standing made her deliriously ecstatic. This whole encounter felt nothing like the first time. This time it felt...salacious and naughty. But they were married and this was their home. That fact alone made her wet with desire more than anything else.  

As their cries of pleasure echoed throughout the walls, and he kept groaning how good she felt, a sane thought did cross Pen’s mind of the one servant still occupying the house. Rae had retired to her quarters early, but there was no doubt she had heard something of their coupling whether it be on the stairs, through the halls, or here now. Fortunately, Rae was the best choice for head housekeeper. Not only was she a close confident to Pen, but she knew when to be discreet, even if she was witty and sly in her knowledge. Penelope would have to mentally prepare for the wrath of Rae’s cheeky smiles tomorrow.  

But right now, right now, her husband was thrusting wildly into her, the head of him hitting that certain spot inside of her that made her toes curl, her insides quiver and moans reverberate from her lungs.  

“Christ,” Colin cried out against her neck in desperation, “Pen. Oh, God, I can’t go much longer. You feel…” 

Penelope had already found her pleasure on the stairs. She would be completely content with him finding his own, without her matching; however, she could feel it building and it felt soooo goood. If he finished right then, she would have no guilt in finishing herself off. That is how bad she wanted it. Fortunately, Colin read her mind, and his hand reached between them. A few rapid caresses on her and her arms flew around his shoulders, holding on.  

“Right there...” she cried, “Please do not stop.” 

He could not stop even if he tried…even if the Queen of England had walked in at that very moment. 

“Ugh - ugh -” he grunted then felt her become tighter around him squeezing his cock as he thrust hard and fast, “Fuck.” 

Pen gasped over and over until it burst throughout her, and she banged her head on the back of the door crying out loudly. Colin only had time to thrust a few more times until he felt himself explode. He let out a higher pitched groan of relief and pleasure as ropes of his seed shot out inside of her warmth over and over until his pace slowed as he continued dribbling out.  

When he became completely still, Colin held her and laid his forehead on her chest, breathing heavily as she lazily caressed her nails in his hair, sighing from bliss. When Colin had enough strength to lift his face back up to hers, they both smiled before sharing a kiss full of love and care.   

Colin placed his forehead against hers and smiled with pride, “My wife.” 

Penelope giggled before her eyes drifted past him, over his shoulder, and he turned to look. There stood their tidy, empty bed awaiting their presence. 

“Well,” he said looking back at her amused, “At lease we made it to our bedroom.” 

Penelope giggled and kissed him again.