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(frozen) Re: Colin/Penelope erotica fill p2/2

Date: Feb. 16th, 2021 10:47 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
“I—” she shakes her head, hardly able to believe it.

“Pen,” Colin repeats, stepping closer, closing the already miniscule gap between them.

Penelope doesn’t move as he leans down to kiss her, not until he’s already breaking away, probably offended by her lack of enthusiastic response. But she chases his lips with hers until she’s on her tiptoes, and he finally gets the message and meets her lips again.

She’s better this time, more prepared. She kisses him back, opening her mouth for him, meeting his tongue with hers. She feels giddy. She’s actually kissing Colin Bridgerton. His hands find her waist, tugging up her singlet to rest on her bare skin.

“Pen,” he groans. “You look so sexy in those little pyjamas.”

The whine of pure happiness that escapes her is almost embarrassing. She’s not sure that anyone has ever called her sexy before. Cute, pretty, sometimes even beautiful, if someone was really trying to lay it on thick. But never sexy. And yet she believes him. Can hear it in his voice that he means it.

“I was imagining it was us,” Penelope tells him, his hands sliding down to her ass. He squeezes, and Penelope gives a little gasp. “In the book. I was imagining you fucking me over your desk.”

“Fucking hell, Pen,” Colin growls. “If I’d known before you had such a dirty mind I never would’ve waited so long.”

“Did you think I was some innocent virgin?” Penelope teases him. “I have had sex before, Colin.”

“I know,” he says, sounding annoyed. “I don’t like thinking about it.”

He kisses her again, more forcefully, and Penelope laughs into the kiss. He’s jealous. He’s actually jealous that she was with someone else before him.

“Don’t laugh at me,” he says, but she can feel him smiling. “Men don’t like it when the woman they’re seducing laughs at them.”

“I’m not laughing at you,” Penelope assures him, pulling back so he can see that she’s sincere. “I’m just really happy.”

Colin beams, almost shyly. “Me too,” he agrees. “Now, are you going to let me fuck you on this couch or what?”

“Absolutely not,” Penelope says. His face falls, and Penelope hurries to explain herself. “I’m not risking Eloise coming home early and ruining this.”

Colin grins. “My room it is then.”

He grabs her hand and leads her to his room, and she has to almost run to keep up with his long strides. He shuts the door behind her, and then she’s in his room, with him, alone, and he’s looking like he wants to devour her and she’s feeling like she wants to let him.

He tugs her to him, embracing her as he kisses her, languidly, deeply. He curls his fingers into the bottom of her singlet, then slowly rolls it up from the sides, until they have to break apart so he can pull it over her head. He gazes at her tits almost reverently.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” he says.

Penelope flushes, ducking her head. She doesn’t think she’ll ever get tired of hearing him compliment her.
He brings his mouth to her neck, sucking at her pulse point, and she rolls her head to the side to give him better access. He backs her towards his bed as he continues to kiss his way down her neck, across her collarbone and down to her bare breasts. He cups one with a hand, while he sucks the other nipple into his mouth. Penelope moans at the stimulation, feeling her cunt pulse with need.

“Colin,” she whines. “Please, I need you.”

He moans as he pulls away from her nipple, and then he’s pulling his shirt over his head, tossing it aside, revealing his firm, broad chest. Penelope traces her fingers down his chest absently, something she always longed to do. She follows her urge down his abs, stopping when she gets to the button on his jeans, brushing her hard nipples against his chest as she undoes his fly. He lets her edge his jeans down, their eyes locked, breathing heavy.

She brushes his hard cock through his boxers, thrilling at the slight touch. He kicks his jeans off the rest of the way, leaving him in just his boxers.

Colin captures her lips again, and then he’s pushing her down onto the bed. Penelope pulls him on top of her, her hands cupping the back of his head, fingers curling into his hair. He rains kisses on her face, and his hands explore her body.

His fingers dance down her sides, and he presses his lips against her stomach as he tugs at her shorts, silently asking permission to take them off. Penelope answers him by lifting her hips, and a soft moan escapes him as he slides the shorts down her legs, revealing her bare pussy.

“Fucking hell,” he groans, slipping a finger between her folds. “God, you’re wet, Pen.”

“Erotica will do that to me,” she breathes.

“I’ll note that down for future reference,” he says, and Penelope’s heart skips a beat at the implication that this isn’t just a one time thing. That he wants to make her wet in the future.

He strokes her clit, rubbing her gently, sending pulses of pleasure through her body, winding her up, making her ache with need. God, she needs him inside her, now.

“Colin,” she pants. “Fuck me. Fuck me, please.”

“God, yes,” he says, voice shaking. He dives for the top drawer of his bedside table, rummaging around until he procures a condom. He rids himself of his boxers, and Penelope digs her teeth into her bottom lip painfully, watching his erection bob, thick and long and hard and hers.

He rolls the condom on, and then he’s on top of her again. “It’s okay if I’m on top?” he asks.
Penelope nods. She doesn’t care how he takes her, only that he does it soon.

He presses his cock against her entrance, and then he’s pushing into her, and she accepts him greedily, her cunt stretching to accommodate him. Their breaths come in short bursts, tiny moans escaping their lips, as they adjust to each other. Colin thrusts into her, quickly finding a rhythm, and Penelope clings to him, like she’s afraid she might wake up at any moment to find this was all a dream.

But it’s too real, the smell of his aftershave, the weight of his body on hers, the creak of the bed, the sweat on her forehead, the sound of skin on skin, the slight imperfectness of it before they fall into sync, which only makes it more perfect in the end.

He thrusts harder now, faster, groaning, and Penelope can feel the crescendo building as he moves inside her.

“Pen,” he moans. “You feel so good. God, you feel so good, Penelope.”

It’s her name that does it, she thinks, rolling of his lips, sounding absolutely wrecked. She did that to him. She cries out as she comes, her cunt clenching around him, and she arches towards him as the waves of pleasure crash over her.

His hips stutter and he groans as he comes moments later, his head dropping to her shoulder, lips grazing her skin.

They lay together like that as they come down, their breathing slowly returning to normal. Eventually, Colin slips out of her, rolling off the bed to dispose of the condom. Penelope watches with a dazed smile on her face as he returns to the bed naked, slipping under the covers beside her.

She turns on her side to face him, pulling the sheets up to her armpits.

“I wanted to do that a long time,” she admits.

Colin licks his lips. “Yeah? How long?”

“Like… long long,” Penelope giggles. “Like since I knew what that was.”

Colin swallows. “I really like you, Pen,” he says. “I’m sorry it took me so long to figure out just how much.”

“It’s okay,” Penelope smiles. “But I expect you to humour my love of erotica.”

“I’ll even write you some,” he grins. “Or you can write me some. I bet it would be better than that shit we were reading earlier.”

Penelope laughs, loud and long and joyously. She can’t remember the last time she felt so absolutely, stupidly happy.

“You know, there is one problem with us getting together,” Colin muses.

“And what’s that?”

“How the fuck are we going to tell Eloise?”

(frozen) Re: Colin/Penelope erotica fill p2/2

Date: Feb. 16th, 2021 05:48 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
!! This was so amazing! 🔥 Thank you for filling my prompt, it was just perfect.

(frozen) Re: Colin/Penelope erotica fill p2/2

Date: Feb. 16th, 2021 09:25 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
HOT and so cute

(frozen) Re: Colin/Penelope erotica fill p2/2

Date: Feb. 18th, 2021 05:33 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
so good, would read again 20/10

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