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Colin Bridgerton was always a physically affectionate boy. Pats on the head for his brothers (to their dismay, he was the tallest), reassuring hugs for his sisters, playful shoving for his friends. With Penelope, there were various ways of showing his affection. At 12 years old, Colin can not give her enough. Having her sit on his lap makes him feel like he can protect her from the world. Holding her hand makes him feel grounded and sure of himself. Always staying right by her side is just gentlemanly thing to do (Benedict says that he is following her like a guarding dog and zero personal space at all times could bother her. She never said anything). Picking her up and carrying her everywhere is just a necessity when she is tired.

One day, she was helping Francesca looking with her for lost sheet music when he noticed her body from afar. It was not often he was away from her more than 6 feet but today he was glad he was. Because he could unabashedly glide with his gaze over her body. Her dress was sitting on her strangely. On him, it was sitting on his shoulders and flowing down without any obstacles. Her chest had two small mountains, making her dress ride up her legs in the front and stay long in the back. And he FIXATED. He spoke with his brothers and he went through the enlightenment. Since then, while watching a movie or reading, his lips repeatedly found her budding nipples and mouthed at them.

This was meant to be for them only. No one is allowed to see her like that, with her shirt either tugged down or rolled over her collarbones, his face deep into her tits and her hands playing with his hair. She was tugging, caressing, scratching. That much was allowed. He strictly forbade her touching him lower than his waist. She deserved pleasure and girls were often shamed or restricted from it. Not on his watch.

***

For a 13-year old boy, Colin is a big one. Broad-shouldered, tall and covered in wiry muscle and he uses it to his advantage. Especially with Penelope. And it was during their play fight when he discovers the wonders of the female body. She has no chance in winning strength-wise, Colin would have her pinned under him very quickly. To be honest, it was more of a play than a fight. He likes to squeeze and caress her and he finds spots that make her whine so adorably that he spends hours just doing that. Sometimes even with his face hidden in her neck or curls, sniffing her like a dog. He can’t help it, she smells so good.

She started wearing bras. That meant one thing, restricted access to her tits. At first, he did not like that he could not play with them whenever he pleased but he warmed up to it and appreciated its positives instead of negatives.

She wore a different bra every day, of different colours and types. His favourite ones were made of lace and covered in small flowers. Her nipples were more available to him and she apparently liked the friction of it on her nipples when he licked and sucked on them.
It felt like opening a present. Same present every time, but nonetheless, his favourite one.
He learned how to quickly get them off and on in case of emergency. Like his mom calling them down for dinner.

***

Colin at 14 is constantly horny. Only good resolution that teenage boy could come to was dragging Penelope into his room, locking the door and unleash the horny beast. His mouth is involved a lot. It all started very innocently. Kisses on the cheek or forehead, and because he was raised right, on the knuckles of her small hands. Then he continued with kisses and small licks on her neck. When she noticed that he got that feral look in his eyes, she knew he would not stop easily. His hands are everywhere, especially on her love handles and lower part of her belly. He taught her how to kiss, but his lips often wander down her throat and cleavage. They fall asleep cuddling with her nipple in his mouth, as always. He is aware that he needs it and he is not above begging. Licking, sucking, completely hollowing his cheeks to take as much breast into his mouth as possible. He lives for her moans and whines while he suckles, can’t live without her hips grinding on his cock. Time spent on his lap was time well spent. She was a lively little thing that learnt quickly. Rubbing her hips against his cock, equally rutting into her, destroyed many of his boxers. But that was a small price to pay to see her face and tits while he cums.

***

At 15, Colin learns about cunnilingus. Or eating pussy, as his brothers called it. At this point, Penelope is used to having his hands and mouth on her and he bets she would like this. Also it could help his oral fixation that he has unknowingly developed while touching her. Eager to try it, he runs right after school to her house and told her about it. This is how he ended up lying on his stomach between her legs, muscled arms tightly wrapped around them with his face deep into her pussy. He possesses no technique or rhythm, it is just pure animosity and need to suck and lick. He smells and tastes her salty musk and sweet juices, coming from her. Her eyes are tightly shut, mouth wide open and her hand is tugging at his chestnut lock heightening his pleasure. While devouring his meal, he is shamelessly rutting against her mattress. And he lets her know that by grunting and growling around her cunt, eyes closed in abandon. Groaning and moaning into her insides, he leads her through her first orgasm of that day.

He sees she is exhausted but he does not let her breathe until he has his fill. He leads her through her second on a much more gentle note. His mouth getting more stamina and rhythm, his darkened eyes watching her the entire time. How could he not, she is the most beautiful creature he has ever seen. Hours later, even after her pleading, he does not come up. He spends hours sucking her in various positions. His favourite? Breeding fold as he calls it. That meant Penelope on her back, her body folded in half, her short legs on his shoulders and him sitting against her vigorously tongue-fucking her and rubbing her clit. He does not dare use his fingers yet.

***
Penelope is on her period, exhausted and achy. Colin as her best friend wants to make sure she is taken care of. He made her tea for easing the cramps, brought her a chocolate muffin and now he is laying behind her and massaging her tummy, murmuring her words of affirmation. He slowly eases his hand down her shorts, in the same way as when he wants to touch her but they are not alone, targeting her clit. He heard somwhere that orgasm eliminates the pain and he’s determines to try it. His gently circles around it makes her whine louder than usually. Perhaps, her cunt is more sensitive than usually. Resuming the specific pace that he learnt she needs to come, his other hand goes down to his own cock and with the same pace starts stroking it. It’s always her sounds and her face expressions that do it for him. At once, she rolls up her dress up to her neck, making access to her pussy and tits at the same time. She turns just so and leads his mouth to her nipples, urgenting him to suck harder and bite. This was new. She never took lead. She was aware of Colin’s dominant nature (that a 16 year old was not supposed to be having yet) but apparently, she was pent up. He followed her lead with no complains. She commanded him to move like he wanted to, really give it to her. He happily quickened his pace both on her and himself, face deep into her cleavage. Moaning into her nipple, he was sent into athmosphere. He has accidentally bitten her a little harder than he meant to but that was the bite that sent her right behind him. He has never slowed down on her clit, leaving her ride out her orgasm. When she pushed his head away, he just switched to her other nipple, giving her the same treatment. After he has his fill he clumsily stands up, one hand covered in blood and other in cum, and aims to the bathroom to wash his hands. When he comes back, she’s asleep and he joins her with kiss on her temple and covering both of them in blanket.

***

He wakes up when he feels himself sliding over her clit. Their plan was to have a nap and do some homework togetheŕ but now his hands are located on her thighs from the inside, keeping her spread and open for him. In the morning, he basks in imprints of his hands covering her plump thighs. He did not mean to hurt her like that but the thought of his marks all over her body woke something primal in him. The need to fuck, fill and claim. Take her on every available flat surface, naked at all times, only his marking covering her. From his lips, teeth and fingers. All that just because she slept in his bed and his body is subconsciously lured to her.

As a 17-year old boy, he should possess some restraint at least. His Penelope should not have bruises all over her body just because he has too much energy and a hard-on in her presence. So, he starts going to the gym. Every. Single. Day. All that energy spent there makes him much more gentle. Now, hands stay on her waist and there is less marking on her body (one where no one could see is mandatory, though). One the other hand? His brand-new strength gives him more possibilities to show Penelope his affection. Once, when his mom was at work and siblings god-knows where (he did not know, he did nit care), Colin took her into his arms as always but there was one thing he wanted to try. He took her to the nearest wall and leaned her upper body into it. Then, with his help, she slides up so her core was eye-level with him. He immediately buries his face into her cunt. She is sitting on his shoulders, hands looking for purchase on the wall behind her. She has never been this loud before. Her shrilly screams penetrate his ears. He tries to resist but eventually levels his middle finger against her core, his ministrations non-stopping. Her insides are throbbing as if they wanted his fingers inside, sucking them in. Finally, his finger is comfortably seated and lightly tickling her cervix with his nail. After a few thrusts he slightly pulls it out, his ring finger joining the play. Penelope’s eyes and lips are widely open in silent scream. He pistons his fingers in and out of her fast and hard when a clear fluid starts gushing out of her, Penelope now squeeling. He quickly lays her down on his bed, knowing that his mother must have heard them. He heard rapid steps and harsh opening of his door.

“What happened? Is everyone ok?”
“Yeah, she just had a nightmare, mom.”

She finally closes the door when he whispers: “I want to see you do it again.”

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Penelope Featherington was 8 years old when she met Colin. It all started with the kisses and affectionate touches which was not something she was accustomed to. She grew up with Portia Featherington, the most practical woman on Earth. With their financial situation, there was no space the lovey-dovey stuff. That’s why she spends all her time at Bridgerton’s. She loved every single one of them, for different reasons. They had different qualities that inspire her to be better every day. Vioet was like a second mother to her. Her hugs and reassuring words made her feel not only loved but also safe. If she had a hard time she knew Violet would find right words. Edmund was a father she has never had. He was a presence she felt protected in, he was never aggressive or harsh. He was like a bee. If he hurt someone he also hurt himself and it was killing him. He was obsessed and in love with his wife. If she heard the other children gagging and screaming, that was a sign of Edmund passionatelly kissing his wife or whispering dirty words into her ear that they overheard.

Anthony provided an ear if she had a dilemma and helped if she couldn’t reach for a book high up on the shelf. Benedict made her laugh and soothed her if she had a quarrel with Colin. He really had a knack for disolving a thick air. Daphne she liked the most among the siblings (except Colin). She was ladylike but also had a mean right hook. She knows that because boy she had a crush on at school made fun of her belly (that Colin liked so much that he used it as his personal pillow) and Daphne hit him so hard she broke his tooth. When she ended up in a headmaster’s office she said that fatphobia should not be tolerated anywhere and on school grounds detto. That was the end of her crush. After that, her and Daphne had a sisterly bond that even with her own sisters did not have. Eloise was fiery times two but she provided the best book reccommendations. Francesca and her shared quiet understanding. She was the only Bridgerton who was reserved and quiet but was also incredibly observant. Yes, all Bridgerton women were observant but she did not drown in her own noise.

Last but not least: Colin. He was the most like his father. He hated hurting people, was incredibly kind and sensitive to her needs and he never denied her anything. He made her feel loved and protected in ways no one did. He was never ashamed of her. His touches made sure of that knowledge. He had different types of touches throughout the years that she was friends with him.

When she was 10, his anxiety started. Hence the handholding. If he felt a panic attack creeping in, he just sought her out and enveloped her hand in his. Then he started dragging her into his lap. Obviously, she started protesting that she was too heavy and break his legs. He just laughed at her and told her no to underestimate his strength. That’s how carrying her everywhere started. After the incident with Daphne and her bully, Colin did not leave her out of his sight. He followed her around the school (even if he had lessons on the other side of the building and hence was often late) and in their house (which was completely unnecessary). He always reminded her that men are servants to women. It was his duty to accompany her in case of danger. Thanks to Eloise, he acquired some of her rhetoric: Men destroyed the world, therefore men should fix it. And she knew they were not wrong. She was magnet to boys since her breasts started growing which made her more insecure and quiet. Thanks to Colin, no one never said anything. But the looks remained.

Colin, ever the fixer, assured her that there was nothing wrong with them. They were growing when they were supposed to, they were beautiful and made her look more mature. Even though he seemed shy, gently carressed them, but he caught secind breath and with her consent pulled her flowy yellow blouse up. First few seconds he look gobsmacked but he still surprised her by gently squeezing them and guiding them into his mouth. She never understood why he was always so eager to get them in there. If they had a sleepover, he always eneded up with his head between her breasts or contently suckling on one or the other. And if she feels tingly in her underwear, that was none of his concern. Even though, she noticed that he was squirming a lot lately, especially when she got rough with his hair. In nature, Penelope was very gentle and nurturing. Only Colin brought out her brave side. Once, just for fun of seeing his reaction, she rolls up her top. Just to know how he will react. When they were watching a movie with their siblings, everyone focused on the screen, she took the bait. And his wild eyes could almost fall out. He immediately covered her with a blanket and whispered:

“Not here. Those titties are for me, not my annoying siblings.” and to prove his point, he disappeared under the blanket and suckled them deep into his mouth. She has never done that in public again.

***
Colin had a growth spurt. And lately, he’s been a little rough with her. Her hips and thighs carry imprints of his fingers, her nipples are constantly red and breasts are covered in hickeys. Not many 11-year olds have them but on the other hand, not many 11-year olds have breasts.

“ Penelope, I can’t believe I have to say this but you need a bra.” her mother recently also noticed her two additions on her chest and took her to a specialized store. After taking her measurements, she got to choose 5 regular bras and 2 sports bras. At the end of the day, she was satisfied with her choices. For some reason, Colin was not. Apparently, he found them prison-like. After some time, he warmed up to them and found a way incorporating them into his life. Which was funny because he did not wear them. But the sight of him tugging it down just to get to her nipples was making her all hot and bothered. And friction of the lace and his lips was not making it easy for her to be quiet.

***

Her first orgasm was at 12. Colin was kissing her, almost desperately judging by his massive hands maneuvring her onto his lap, commanding her to circle her hips. That became their favourite activity. When his breath quickens it’s usually because of the climax that is visible on her face and in her voice. He rougly grabs her arse, her mouth getting the same treatment. He bites and sucks on her tongue, fingers gripping the plump flesh. Her usually gentle and sensitive Colin suddenly changed into this beast that leaves marks all over her. And the weird thing is, she likes it. He is rabidly rutting against her centre that is getting so damp that it leaves an imprint on his gray joggers. Knot in her stomach was slowly but surely unraveling by every breath he took, every kiss and squeeze was bringing her to heights of pleausure she has never been in before. When she came down from her high, Colin’s head was resting on her shoulder, nose deep in her curls and taking deep breaths.

“Colin, are you sniffing me?”
“Yeah, you smell so sweet” he was always honest with her with no worries over what can be shameful.

***
Colin’s mouth was for a 13-year old Penelope a world of wonder and by far her the most favourite thing. His lips whispered the words of affirmation anytime she did not feel confident. Adorably poutet if he did not get his way. Kissed her lips just because he felt like it. Licked and suckled her during one of their moments. Moments when his eyes completely lose its cobalt blue colour and is replaced by the black of his pupil. That’s when she knew he wouldn’t stop that easily. He was prone to indulging, starting gently as if she was made of glass. By the time she is properly opened up (and frustrated), he is changing her position to get his tongue deeper into her pussy. That was always time when the rumbles began and fingers were pressing into her jiggly butt roughly. Overstimlation was, apparently, his new favourite past time. It was a play tug of war. He was pushing his face, she was pulling away her hips from the intense sensation. But, at the end of the day, overstimulation gradually changed into blinding pleasure and she was not able to do anything else besides holding herself by his hair. She was getting close, his hair at the edge of falling out (that’s how strongy they were pulled) by her delicate hands was a sign of it. That was time for him to leave one buttcheek and lower his hand into his pants and the rumbling crescendoed into growls, sending vibrations into her very centre. Now actively fucking his face, he finishes himself, telling her in a raspy voice how sexy she is. That day, he feasted on her until she came 5 times. After that he smugly wiped his face and left. 10 minutes later, he came back with 2 water bottles and a fruit plate.

“Here, you spent a lot of energy.”

He is visiting her, obviously something wrong with him. Even after questioning him, he refuses to reply and just buries his face deeper into her chest, his massive (when did they become so big?!) arms tightly wrapped around her. So she provides comfort in a way he usually does: by touching him every she reaches. She begins with his head that is closest to him and drags her nails along his scalp down to his neck, arms, through his wide back and follows the same path back. He is purring and his skin is covered in goosebumps. He was upset about something that much she knew. Eventually he murmurs:

“Debling planned to take you on a date.”
“Planned? He doesn’t want to anymore?”
“He is not allowed to. You. Are Mine.” the fact that he punched him and broke his nose kept to himself.
Penelope’s eyes and lips are open in surprise. “You never said that. How could I know?”
“Penelope, I did not think I had to. I worship you and the ground you walk on. I am touching you more than I’m not. We sleep in one bed. I make you come several times a day because it’s my favourite thing to do. That’s not how friends act.” she could not believe what she was hearing.
“So all this time you scared away boys from me?”
“I did. I couldn’t bear the thought of someone else touching you. Especially not when I know how to touch you. Your body, mind and soul belongs to me and mine belongs to you.”
He barely finished the sentence when she pounced on him a fiercely kissed him. She, naturally, ended up on his lap and rode both of then to the finish line. Colin ended up with scratches on his back, disheveled hair and marks from her teeth all over his neck.

***

Period is a regular thing for 14-year old girls. Heightened sensitivity was a part of the deal. Which was not part of the deal, was a constant state of horniness. Cramps, that she was used to. But feeling like an animal in the cage just from the smallest things like Colin holding a PS5 controler in his dexturous fingers, that was unexpected. Her cunt, now throbbing, was needy for something to squeeze inside. And Colin, innocent adorable Colin, took her discomfort as a sign of pain so he made sure that she had everything she needed. She had no idea what was going on in his head when he stuck his hand into her panties but she did not back down. He started the job, she will finish it. After some instructions, she ket him rapidly rub her clit while he feasted on her breasts in the same manner. She has never came that hard before but she will make sure he does that more often. And seein him cum with her was the most beautiful sight she has ever seen. She was exhausted but still saw him lick his fingers that were seconds ago inside her underwear.

***

At 15-years old, many people feel lonely. Before, she was accostumed to this feeling but with Colin constantly following her like a guarding dog (she liked it, she felt important) it completely disappeared. Even after his regular gym sessions (that took longer and longer) she did not feel that way. The reason why was because he immediately after gym went right to her, picking her up. She noticed that he was much calmer and gentler with her. He dazedly ran through her curves, shooting her heating gaze and diving into her plump chest, his tongue right behind. Despite her weight (and insecurities surrounding it), she would find he moved her around easier than before. When he put her against the wall, finally using his finger along his mouth, that was by far the hottest thing she has ever seen. She loved and enjoyed Colin’s muscles. His veiny forearms knew where to touch her gently and where roughly. And don’t let her start the way she could hold onto his broad shoulders. That boy was made to protect and pleasure her. She finally understood.

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At 20, Colin knew that his behaviour towards Penelope was never friendly. It never was just warm or kind. He was affectionate, even handsy, knowing he will marry her one day. She was everything he desired in a wife. Exceptionally smart, kind and empathetic, terrifyingly observant and so, so funny. Those were the first things he picked up in the first month they knew each other. A year later, he was also aware of her beautiful clear blue eyes, small button nose that just begs to be booped and juicy full lips that produced the most beautiful laugh he’d ever heard. 6 months later, he couldn’t ignore her small but meaty arms, plush thighs that could kill someone and the most magnificent pair of tits that he felt on his chest everytime they hugged.

He came to realise that their friendship was always a bit…unorthodox. He has never seen such behaviour among his friends nor among his siblings and their friends. He just followed his instinct. His instincts told him to protect Penelope. His instincts craved her touch and screamed at him to stay near, both for her protection and for his piece of mind. As a teenager, he has never thought about actions and consequences. He touched her as his instincts told him to. There were some consequences that resulted from that behaviour, none of them bad.

First, their bond was tighter. They completely trusted each other. Just a look was necessary to know what the other one needed, either a reassuring glance or a light touch. Second, they were more confident. She acquired her through Colin’s constant praise. Her intelligence when playing a game, her wit when discussing a book that she was obsessed with. Her thighs that doubled in size when she sat down. She was aware of every little thing that he salivated over and throughout the years she used it to her advantage, little minx.
On the other hand, his confidence came from her presence. He felt stronger, bigger, smarter and more capable. He wasn’t smarter than Penelope (no one was, in his humble opinion), at all. But she supported him in everything he did and he couldn’t thank her enough for it. She got plenty of orgasms but those were mostly for his benefit. He’s a selfish bastard, what can he say? He loved to make her feel good and the fact that no one will ever see or hear the perfection that is Penelope in ecstasy made him feel 10 feet tall. He was not interested in other girls. His brothers could laugh all they wanted but he had eyes only for Penelope since he got his first hard-on.

At 27, she is a force to be reckoned with. Confident, fierce and stunning, leading her own publishing house. She leads, she commands and then she comes home to him knowing that he will let her busy brain rest. She comes home, he eats her out, they have dinner (and shower) together and watch some trashy TV, cuddling on the couch. Sometimes they just cuddle, sometimes he fucks her hard and deep, whispering filth in her ear. Very similar to their first time.

Ah, their first time. She basically begged him to finally use his beautiful cock and put it where it belonged. Colin was so worried and scared that he would hurt her. He hated seeing her in any level of discomfort. However, she reassured him that his fingers did a wonderful job over the years and she could not wait any longer.

It had been raining, a thunderstorm playing on windows as an instrument. For Penelope, the sound was unsettling and Colin knew that. Naturally, his arm squeezed her waist a little tighter and began humming a tune for her to calm down. That made her tear up, for some reason. He was always so caring and nurturing. He reminded her of Aragorn from Lord of the Rings. Rugged but affectionate, nurturing but strong (although, one did not negate the other). Dominant but not overbearing. She admired all those qualities but also made her thighs clench really tight.

“Make love to me, Colin.” she whispered into the night.
“I did. 6 times in fact.” he laughed, not unkindly. That annoyed her. His mouth and fingers were not the same.
“Colin Bridgerton, I want your cock fuck through my cervix until you can not come anymore. Do I have to beg you?” that shut him up. She never swore. She must feel frustrated. He really wanted to do what she asked of him. Many times. But he knew that his cock is bigger and thicker than average and there was a possibility he could hurt her. And that would kill him.
“Okay. I’ll be careful.”
Penelope smiled, “I know you will be.''
Despite his manhandling tendencies, his nature was very gentle. And despite his dominant nature, he was the one receiving instructions. He was not allowed to prepare her as he liked (“As you said, I came 6 times, I am prepared well enough.”) and had to get straight to it. Slowly but surely, his length was snuggled inside and waiting for her pussy to get used to it. They did not move for what seemed like a few hours (it was 5 minutes tops) that Colin spent marking her soft skin with his mouth and gently caressing and petting her hips. Her eyes found his, eyebrows scrunched and mouth rounded in pleasure. Colin could not breathe. She was a nymph calling him to her and making her his. His gaze was sliding over her features, never having seen such beauty.

“Colin, move.” she pleaded. His cock immediately started sliding in a familiar move even though it has never been inside her cunt before. It was a dance as old as time. Her pleasured gaze changed into an adorably agitated one.
“Faster. Remember what I told you. Use that big dick to its potential.”

Oh, yes. She wanted him to feel her in her cervix. He picked up the pace, noticing her hips desperately grinding against him. She began repeating the same things. Faster. Harder. Yes. His caveman brain followed her instructions automatically. He has not seen any discomfort on her face, allowing himself to get loose. He picked up her legs and bent them on her chest, putting her into a mating press. His cock violently jamming into her cervix, his fingers rubbing her clit with the same ferocity. And then he started to talk. The funny thing was that he did not realise it at first, just word-vomiting what came to mind.

“You feel so good. You are my home.”
“You were made for me. I want a family with you.”
“You are so soft and smell so good. I can not get enough of you.”
“I was so scared that I would hurt you. But no, you love it rough. My mouth, my fingers, my cock. It does not matter.”
“You love when I’m being rough with you. You love being thrown around like a ragdoll.”
“My love. My joy. My delight. My wife.”

The last one sent her right over the edge. In combination with his feral expression on his face, dishevelled hair, the knot in her ovaries completely unravelled and she screamed her ecstasy into the world, not caring who could have heard her. Her orgasm sent into motion his own. Fingers burying into her body, arms tightly holding her in a loving embrace. He tried to pull out and throw the condom away (she had no idea when he put it on) but her legs around his waist did not let him.
“Stay.”
“My little cockwarmer.”
“My little cock.”
“That was not what you said during the deed.”
“Please, stop calling it a deed.”

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Since the day Penelope lost her virginity, she was practically insatiable. And Colin, as a man and a provider, did everything in his power to fulfil her needs. But sometimes he let her take a little control, you know, as a treat.

When riding him, she tried very hard to be as rough as he could get but never quite succeeding. Her body was too small and too soft. He appreciated her effort, he really did. But in his opinion, her taking control meant slow and sensual sex that made him almost cry every single time. As his mother once said, he was one of sensitive children and he couldn't agree more. During those moments he thought of her kindness, beauty, open-mindedness and so many more attributes that he fell in love with when they were children. He thought of himself and what he was capable of to make her happy. How he could kill someone, even himself, if she told him to.

That was why he always hugged her and buried his face into her neck while desperately rutting against her gushing core. Flesh of her thighs slapping hard against his lap, his palm tightly holding the bottom part of her soft belly while the other was ruthlessly circling and rubbing her nub. He loved her clit. It was so sensitive. This was why women were superior to men. They had an organ whose only function was to give pleasure. He could rub, pinch, slap, lick, suck, pet, kiss, grind against, the possibilities were endless. Women could come multiple times during sex and never made a mess like men did. Although, Penelope had a rare ability to squirt during a strong climax. So most women.

Despite him enjoying being rough with her, he preferred a gentler approach. His favourite always began with kissing. Deep, slow, sensual. Penelope moaning into his ear. Her supple arms wrapped around his neck, tugging him down to her. Him picking her up because he doesn’t fancy a crick in the neck for either of them. Her crying out in surprise because she keeps forgetting how strong he is. His arms possessively shielding her body like someone would come and snag her away from him. One palm or the other wandering down her plump and jiggly butt, definitely deserving a slap or two. Spending at least 30 minutes worshipping her breasts, at the end just trying to stuff them into his mouth. Gently putting her down on the bed (or any flat surface, he is not picky) and leaving every inch of her body cared for by his hands and lips. Settling between her legs for an hour or two and listening to her cries, setting a quicker pace when he sees the overstimulation in her body language. Putting more pressure on her belly and growling at her to stay still. Sometimes slowly rutting against the mattress because she is the tastiest thing he has ever had in his mouth. Opening her up gradually with his fingers. Her short arms desperately trying to touch him lower than his head but he can’t complain, he loves when she plays with his hair. Finally sliding in and just basking in her presence. She really looks, sounds, smells, tastes and feels the best. He couldn’t ever get enough of her. Holding her tight against him, smelling the floral shampoo she has used since puberty and kissing every inch of her skin he had access to. Her nails gliding along his skin, causing goosebumps. Whispering sweet nothings and everythings into her ear. How he loves taking care of her and feels taken care of. How her curves fit into his hard planes. How he would love to fill her up with his cum and repeat the process until it takes in. How amazing as a mother she would be. How caring but worried as a father he would be. And so much more. Him caressing and gently touching her face, neck and spine. Noticing her face expression, knowing she is close and picking up the pace until he feels her walls sucking him in and her nails digging into his shoulders, eyes rolling into her skull and her juices drowning both them and the bed.

Like this, his orgasms were the strongest. When their bodies, minds and souls felt like one. He feels like one lucky bastard to find someone who loves and understands him and truly knows him like Penelope does. He could not imagine his life without her. Without her, their flat would be without flowers and herbs on the balcony, snuggly pillows and blankets in the living room, smell of freshly baked biscuits in the kitchen, beauty products permanently scattered around their sink in the bathroom or books that she is in the process of reading on her nightstand in the bedroom. Women arrive into a house and make it a home. His mother was right. She was always right.

She was also the first one to know they weren’t just friends. Obviously, she handled his laundry. He was mortified when she asked him about Pen. Not because the idea of Pen with him was horrifying, god no. It was because she held his jeans with a suspicious stain on a suspicious area between. Her timing was impeccable, Benedict said. And he was laughing and crying when Colin told him. Of course he did not tell him willingly. That gangly (they were 16, both of them were but that was beside the point) asshole was too observant for his own good. And him wearing his emotions on his face did not help either. That’s how his mom and his older brother were first to know of their relationship. PTSD doesn’t describe enough of what he went through that day.

There were two sides to this situation. First, he could be much more obvious with his affections. Of course, not the affections they enjoyed in private, but they could hold hands, comfortingly touch each other, he could have Penelope on his lap and no one could tease him about it. Second, even though his sibling did not tease him about their relationship, they however started monopolising her time as often as possible. It was a whole mission, everyone was involved. Anthony dragging her to the chess table and provoking her to play with him, attacking her wit and strategy skills, knowing her competitive nature is equal to the Bridgertons’, just more subtle. Benedict, the whore, innocently flirting with her and playfully touching her, making Penelope blush and Colin’s blood boil. Daphne was taking her shopping and doing her make-up and basically making a doll out of her. That he did not mind. If he had to pick up his jaw and tongue off the floor every time, that was just a bonus.

Eloise was the worst. Her favourite brother was Benedict and she, as a raging lesbian, acquired his strategy and relentlessly flirted with her. But she, as a raging lesbian, did it better. If Ben’s flirting was making Penelope blush, Eloise’s made her speechless. She was not used to that much attention, she was confused and shocked. Francesca, as the most subtle among them (which was not difficult to achieve, they were as subtle as an elephant in a refrigerator), she just started talking to her more. They already shared the silent understanding and trust so talking one on one could take hours. In his opinion, that’s why she was the most diabolical among the lost. He never knew when she attacked and it was always at the time he expected it the least. And they spent hours talking. When he raised the issue with Penelope, she just laughed and said that he has to learn to share, sooner or later.

“Not with you, you are special to me. Let me show you.” he sincerely whispered.

His gentle kisses did not surprise her but feeling poured into them made her gasp nonetheless. She watched his scrunched eyebrows and palms holding her cherub cheeks, softly but possessively. Suddenly, he separated their lips and ran to lock the door.

“So no one could interrupt us.” he smiled.

Not going back to her lips, he was now focused on the milky peach skin on her neck. He slowly went from her jaw to her cleavage, leaving small marks behind with his teeth. Recently, she got very vocal and he loved that. What he did not love was his sibling hearing them. He softly but authoritatively splayed his palm over her neck and squeezed the sides. Loud moans changed into gasps, her lush thighs squeezing together from the sensation. To get her closer, he hauled her into his laps and squeezed her neck a little harder. The force he used on her neck he felt on his hips. If Penelope ever kills him with them, he would die a happy man. And if she allowed him to live between them, he would die a happier man.

Feeling her grind a little against him, he knew how desperate she was at the moment. He moved her on his thigh, now she had something better to grind on while he paid attention to her chest. The marks from the last time faded, it was his duty to replace them. She never wore deep necklines just for the sake of hiding them. Now she wore the shirt that he had in school. Just by flicking a few buttons, he had access to the whole chest. He attached his nose to the valley between her tits and inhaled. Except for her typical intoxicating smell, he also smelled himself. His cologne, deodorant, his sweat. But she did not smell like a sweaty boy. Actually, the combination of them made him know that she belonged to him. Penelope was his. And he belonged to her.

Squeezing her sensitive mounds while sniffing her rapidly changed her tempo. She pushed him far into the armchair they were sitting in and centred her cunt onto his bulge, dainty hands supporting her by holding onto his chest. For the first time, he just laid there, fascinated by the goddess riding him. He came dangerously close. Instead, he moved her over his face, short thick legs resting on both sides of his neck. He fiercely dives in, enjoying her taste. The mix of her skin, juices and her sweat sits on his mouth and refuses to leave. Colin focuses on her hard twitching clit, finally showing itself from the hood it is usually hiding in. She can not see anything under the veil of pleasure, just his darkened eyes and dishevelled hair that she uses as reins to get to the finish line. When he levels his finger with her entrance, he is barely breaching it. And just to intensify what she was already feeling, his palm went back to her throat and squeezed the sides, less gently than before. She could take it.

Her hips stuttered and not even the hand on her neck did not stop her from the wail that got out of her. The second he felt her unravel, he bit her clit. To keep her on him, a hand that rested in front of her entrance harshly grabbed her jiggling arse. He needed her on him. He needed to physically feel her presence and smell her. He was basking in her warmth when she suddenly moved her body and was seated back on his lap and seductively moved back and forth on his cock. He was basically frothing at his mouth like a rabid dog.

“Are you gonna come?” if it was a rhetoric question or a normal one, he did not know nor care. His brain was refusing to work and he could not blame it, all the blood was situated too far away. He was far too gone to respond.

But Penelope recognized the feral look in his eyes. She did not need to ask him but wanted to tease him, just a little bit. She picked up the pace, ruthlessly rutting, feeling him violently twitching. She wanted to finish him but she realised too late that she rode both of them to the climax. The ridges and veins on his beautiful cock were pressing against her pussy just right. One second she saw his eyes darken even more and another she felt his massive hands move her like a ragdoll, shamelessly staring at her with a fascinated glint and harshly thrusting.

When she looked down, she saw the head of his cock bumping at her overstimulated clit in quick short thrusts. She saw his hips stutter, covered in her slick, and splattering his come, mixing with her slick on their thighs. The sight made her violently gasp, her walls desperate to suck something in. She fell down on him and appreciated helping her ride out the aftershock by sensually kissing him, moaning into his mouth. When both of them fell down from their high, he gently laid her down on the bed and cleaned them both up with wet wipes that he stored in the drawer of his nightstand. After that he laid next to her and she immediately cuddled on his chest, gently scratching his pecs.

“Sleep. You worked really hard, baby.” and she fell asleep with him humming a song in her ear.