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Penelope Anne Bridgerton had everything she could ever ask for. She had just revealed herself as Lady Whistledown to the ton, and with the Queen’s grace she’s been approved by society as such. She’s mended the cracks of her relationship with her mother, knowing work must be done to continue the bond, but for now she was relieved to feel acceptance from her mama. And now, as her husband spins her along the dance floor, both smiling warmly at the other, Penelope could be thankful to have the man she’s always loved find her inspiring and clever beyond measure.
“Do you…” she begins hesitantly, following the steps in their dance. “Where will you sleep tonight?” She finally asks, blinking up at him hopefully as they twirl together.
Colin smiles, the hand on her back pressing into her so she would lean further into him.“Wherever you wish me,” he says, craning his neck lower to whisper. “Though, I would prefer the comforting embrace of my beautiful wife- if she feels generous enough to indulge me.”
Penelope nods her head quickly, eyes sparkling with enthusiasm and excitement. “Could..” she swallows nervously, glancing around the room briefly before returning her gaze to him. He loved the way she looked up at him, eyes fluttering. “Can we leave?”
“Right now?” He raises an eyebrow.
She nods, flushing deeply.
Colin grins. “Oh, yes.”
After the music ends and their dance comes to a natural stop, he calls for their carriage and they bid their families farewell. He was eager to return home with his wife; to hold her in their bed, to touch her and kiss her the way he’s desired too for the past few days while his pride got the better of him. Practically a week into their marriage and he hasn’t even slept in their marital bed yet. He’s been so foolish, so utterly ridiculous- but not anymore. No longer will he allow his ego to best him. Not when his wife is involved, not when he knew she needed him just as desperately as he needed her. Emotionally and physically.
They spoke and kissed in the carriage, doing their best to remain innocent but failing quite miserably in doing so. His wife was just so soft, so plush and giving. He loved holding her, kissing her. He loved the way her body melds into his, her lips melting at each kiss as she sighs contentedly. She was so easily pleased, so eager to enjoy anything he may do to her. It excited him beyond explanation.
“Pen,” He grunts suddenly, pulling back from the kiss when he feels her start to unbutton his breeches. She was straddling his thighs, sitting on her knees above him in their carriage as they made their way home. “We cannot here.” They had the decency to close the blinds this time, at least, but he didn’t want to spend their first time as a married couple in a carriage.
“Why?” Penelope pouts, bringing her lips to his as she leans her body forward, her weighted chest heaving against his own. “I wish to feel you.”
“I wish for the same, believe me,” His hands grip her waist, stilling her grinding hips as an annoyed whine leaves her throat. “But we are nearly home, and I’d like to bed my wife properly. Keyword, bed.” He emphasizes with a wiggle of his eyebrows, chuckling softly as he kisses the corner of her pursed lips, then her cheek. “Patience, my sweet. You will have me soon.”
“But I want you now,” she whines, nuzzling her face into his neck and beginning to trail kisses along his skin. “I’ve waited for so long, Colin…I never thought I could desire something so much, but I do.”
“I know,” he soothes, a hand moving up her back as his fingers play with the ends of her hair. “and you have my deepest apologies for leaving you unsatisfied for so long. It will never happen again, that I can assure you.” He tilts his head, kissing her brow. “But I would like to worship you properly, Pen. I want you to cry my name so loudly when you cum that I’d need to send our entire waitstaff home for the night before I can even begin to ravish you.”
Penelope perks up at the sound of that, giddiness bubbling inside her chest at his vulgarity and own enthusiasm to have her. His words seem to subdue her for the time being, Colin’s hand gripping and kneading her thighs as they kissed sweetly, waiting to arrive at their home.
The doors to their estate swing open, Colin holding them for his dear wife before shutting them behind him. They held hands as they walked through their home together, smiling excitedly at each other. Their butler, Dunwoody, and her maid, Rae, stood at the foot of the stairs expectantly. “Sir-“ the butler begins in greeting, bowing his head, but Colin holds up his free hand to stop him, passing him without a care in the world. “Not tonight, Dunwoody. Dismiss the staff until morning.” He says, pulling Penelope closer with a single yank and twirling her into his arms as he makes his way up the stairs, holding the giggling woman bridal style.
Rae and Dunwoody look at each other, mirrored expressions of shock on their features before they both quickly step away, Rae dismissing herself while Dunwoody went to inform the rest of the house.
Colin sets Penelope down outside their bedroom door, sighing out a breath from the exercise as he opens it. “My wife,” he gestures for her to enter first, a coy smile playing on his swollen lips.
She grins, her fingers moving down his arm before grasping his hand and pulling it around herself. “Husband..” she breathes, pressing a kiss to his jaw and neck since that was the closest she could reach on her tippy toes without him obliging her.
He groans out a chuckle, his hands hooking under her thighs as he lifts her, Penelope’s legs instinctively wrapping around him. “You are a temptress.” He squeezed her leg through the fabric of her dress, walking them into their bedroom and kicking the door closed.
He loved his wife so extensively, so extremely it still amazed him. She always keeps him on his toes, never knowing what she may say next or quip right back. An enigma, a goddess, his siren in the flesh. She was everything he desired, and so much more. She made him so proud, so honored to call her his wife. His Pen.
“Colin,” She moans, the sinful noise reverberating through the kiss and right down to his half stiff cock. His hips rock against hers gently, walking them past the settee and toward the bed, not bothering to close the doors that separated the two rooms. “I’ve missed you.”
He hums delightfully, grinning against her lips. “And I, you.” He gives her bottom a squeeze, lying her down on the mattress with a bounce. “You have no idea how desperately I’ve longed for you.”
“Show me.” Her hips shift, legs widening to accommodate him while he presses further into her.
He stifles a laugh in their kiss, pulling back as he shucks away his jacket and cravat. “I intend to. Once we get this pesky dress off of you, that is.” He straightens his back, keeping his hips nestled against her own- mainly because her legs kept him locked there. “Sit up for me, beloved. I will unlace you.”
“But that means I must move.”
He nods his head with a chuckle. “Unfortunately so.”
Penelope sighs out a pout, her hips grinding one last time against his, as if she needed the extra bit of motivation, before she releases her hold on him and scoots back on the bed. She sits up while doing so, gathering her wild and loose hair and moving it to one of her shoulders, out of the way. She shifts on the bed and turns her back to him, making it as easy as possible for him to undress her. The woman knew what she wanted, and she didn’t want to waste any more time.
Colin, in the meantime, was slipping off his boots and shirt, undoing most of the buttons before simply pulling the fabric over his head a tad impatiently. He turns back to the bed to find his wife with her back to him expectantly, and he couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips. He wasted no time, knowing she didn’t want him to, unlacing her dress and allowing the fabric to loosen, falling down her shoulders. He moves to her bodice next, not even bothering to fully remove the dress. He just simply moved around the blue sparkly fabric to get underneath- well, until he couldn’t go any further.
Rather than asking, his hands shift down to her waist, guiding her to a kneeling position. “Knees.” He instructs, and she obeys, moving to her knees and allowing the dress to pool around her. Colin continues his quest in unlacing her, making quick work. When he felt he had loosened it enough for him to remove it from her, he did, though he made sure to go slowly in the instance she may be feeling shy.
To his utter surprise, she was not.
When the last bit of her constricting clothing was pulled from her, Penelope turns her nude form to her husband, arms wrapping around his neck as she pulls him closer. “I need you.”
His eyebrows were raised high at her forwardness, glancing down her body as it clings to his. “You are certainly eager tonight.” He drops the bodice with little care for it, allowing it to fall to the floor while he moves onto the bed, joining his goddess on the sheets and kicking away her dress so it wouldn’t get in their way.
“I said I’ve missed you.” She pouts, her eyes pleading. She leans closer, peppering kisses along his cheek and jaw. “Words cannot express how badly I desire you, husband.”
Colin smirks, keeping his arms tightly wound around his beloved. “Then, it would seem you will have to express it in another way, wife.” He gives her body a squeeze before pulling her down with him, the woman’s yelp turning into a giggle as they fall into the mattress. He kisses her passionately, rolling them so that he would be on top while she simply follows wherever he guides her. He nestles himself between her thighs as a hand moves down her naked form, taking its time as it traced swirls along her flesh. His thumb grazes the side of her breast, lifting just slightly to nudge the heavy weight resting on her chest. He circles the nipple, poking gently before pinching the nub between his index and thumb.
Penelope cries out, pulling away from the kiss to moan and catch her breath, but Colin quickly clashing his lips to her, effectively swallowing her sounds of pleasure. She hums against him, hips grinding up to meet some type of friction, some form of relief. She was thankful he noticed, his hips sinking into her own as he grinds up into her slowly, but roughly. A long sigh escapes her nostrils in the kiss, her tongue stroking his own in appreciation at the contact. Colin smiles against her lips, the hand on her breast trailing downward to weasel in between them. He angles his hips up, leaving just enough room for his fingers to feel how wet she was. It wasn’t like he couldn’t tell through his pants, but to feel the slickness coat his fingers nearly instantly- well, it was humbling to say the least. “Christ, Pen.” He half groans, his fingers splaying just to feel her juices spread and web across his digits. “You’re already so wet for me and I haven’t even touched you, yet.”
“I need you.” She repeats, moaning breathlessly while her hips grind up toward his fingers in hopes it would encourage him to dive right inside of her. “Colin, please.”
He kisses her brow and then her lips before pulling back to sit on his knees. “Anything for you, my sweet.” He unbuttons his breeches, his remarkably blue eyes never leaving her form as they flitted across different areas of her body like he didn’t know where he wanted to admire the most.
Penelope shifts under his gaze, her legs curling slightly in anticipation while her hands move to her breasts, at first to cover them, but then her fingers begin to explore a bit- tracing the soft pink flesh and carefully tweaking her own nipples while she eyed him like he was some dessert.
He felt intoxicated. Elated. He couldn’t be happier, or more aroused. She was practically playing with herself while waiting for him- he could feel himself twitch at the thought alone, and to be a witness to such a magnificent display? He was sure he was Gods favorite, now.
He shoves down his breeches and remaining clothes quickly, his cock standing at full attention as he shifts in between her legs once more. He pumps himself once, twice and looks up to her, nuzzling his nose into her cheek before kissing her there. “My wife. My love.” He kisses the corner of her mouth next, before capturing her lips in a heated kiss.
She hums excitedly, one of her hands moving to his cheek as the other moves to his lower back, her knees bending and widening as she waited for him. “Colin,” she half begs, her tongue licking at his own.
Colin’s own hum in return was muffled in the kiss, grabbing and guiding himself to her dripping core. He enters slowly, a grunt escaping him as his muscles tense, forcing himself to restrain from thrusting himself in all the way. Though this wasn’t their first time, he was still aware it takes some getting used to, even if it wasn’t exactly painful.
Penelope seemed to be doing just fine, however, the hand on his back moving lower down his backside and suddenly pressing him into her until he reached the hilt, her own hips raise to meet his.
She gasps out a moan, while Colin out right groans, his body shaking at the sensation. He rolls his shoulders, hanging his head over her own as he breathes heavily to catch his breath. He nearly came right then- not only because she felt like absolute heaven, but because she was the one taking initiative. She was getting so impatient with his need to take his time, to lavish in her body, that she decided to grab what she wanted and give it to herself shamelessly. It was hot. Sooooo hot.
“Pen- Hngh- wait, please...,” He grunts out, panting above her as a look of pain crossed his features. He could feel her clenching around him, her pulse fluttering at the invasion as her nails scratched along his back soothingly. “J-just a moment- one second..” He wouldn’t last if she continued like this- he wouldn’t be able to satisfy her the way she needed if she won’t relent.
Penelope sighs contentedly in acceptance, kissing at his forehead and cheek sweetly as she allowed him to adjust. She found it interesting that during their first time together, she needed a moment to accommodate him, while their second time he was the one that needed the extra time. Her hips gently rock against his own, hoping the movement would be okay considering she was starting to get just a tad impatient while feeling so full.
Colin sighs carefully, the air coming out uneven and stifled as his hips rock in tandem with her own before picking up speed, the sound of wet slapping flesh echoing around them as they moan against the other. He groans again, sounding pained. “Pen, I-" he huffs out a breath when he feels her clench again, walls fluttering and pulling him in deeper, her sounds of pleasure encasing him. “I won’t last.” He admits shamefully, another wince crossing his features as he pants out the words, doing his best to keep the rhythm of his hips steady, but failing as they become more intense. “I-I’m nearly-"
“Let go.” She moans, the hand on his cheek bringing him closer so she could kiss his lips. Her nails scratch up and down his back, the sensation forcing him to arch. “Please, Colin. I want it.”
He didn’t need any further permission, his body listening to her sweet words before his brain could even fathom what she was begging for. A guttural groan reverberates through his chest, hips bucking up into her roughly as his body twitches with each spurt of his orgasm. Her name was a mantra on his lips, rocking into her and holding her closely as he came down from euphoria.
He pants into her shoulder, hiding his face against her flesh as he kisses her skin apologetically. “I’m so sorry, Pen.” He mutters pathetically, rolling them so that she was on top straddling him while he was under her, where he felt he belonged. “I can go again, I just need a few minutes. Forgive me, I-i got…you just felt so good, I-..” he sighs, looking away as embarrassment spreads across his face. He shifts their bodies back, resting his head on the pillow of the bed as he looks up to her. “Forgive me...”
Penelope didn’t mind one bit. She was ecstatic; she felt ignited, fueled, and loved. She couldn’t ask for anything more- well, aside from another round. Maybe two. Probably two. She leans down, letting her heavy chest rest against his own as she kisses his lips sweetly. “I loved it. All of it.” She assures him, kissing his cheek, then his ear, then down his neck. “I love you.”
He smiles in relief, a small sigh leaving him, but it seemed to relax his tense shoulders. “I love you.” He says in return, tilting his head just enough to kiss her brow. “You never fail to amaze me.”
Penelope smiles at the praise, curling closer against him and resting her head against his chest. Her thoughts begin to wonder slightly, her hips shifting as she realizes he’s still inside of her. She could feel he was half hard, the sensation intriguing her. Her walls clench around him, a stifled noise leaving him as she feels him twitch. It truly astounded her that he could feel what she felt, and vice versa. She loved how connected they felt- how connected they were.
A realization comes to her, her head suddenly raising from his chest as she looks to him with wide eyes. He was already staring down at her, so he simply blinks at her sudden movements and expression, raising an eyebrow in question.
“I…I realized I had not told you something. I haven’t had the chance to since, well, with everything that has happened.”
He nods in understanding, moving an arm behind his head as he watches her and waits to listen, his other hand tracing patterns along her thigh gently.
Penelope is silent for a moment, chewing her lip as she looks over his expression with a mixture of concern and hesitance. Colin gives her a calm smile, remaining quiet and patient, hoping it would encourage her enough.
Thankfully, it does.
She sighs, closing her eyes briefly before looking down to his chest, watching her fingers play with his chest hair. “I…I do not know how to bring this up, or if you will consider it good news or not..” she sighs through her nostrils, pausing a moment. She tilts her head up, gazing to him hopefully.
“I have not bled since we were last together, and by now should’ve been my second time. I have not called for a doctor yet- I wanted to tell you my suspicions before I was sure…and, again, with everything going on, well…I wasn’t sure you would find the news very joyful.”
Colin stares at her in shock, blinking stupidly. He couldn’t believe his ears. She was worried he wouldn’t be happy that she was carrying his child? She thought the idea would upset him?? His mind is brought back to the butterfly ball, just hours before, where she had said she would agree to an annulment if he so wished it. When she uttered such horrid words, his heart had shattered in his chest at the implications. How could she think he would want to separate himself from her forever? No matter how betrayed or angry he was, he could never force himself to do such a thing. He’d sooner perish than allow it.
But he has said some rather cruel things to Penelope as of late... Things he did not mean, nor believe. Things he wished he could take back, but cannot. His sweet, generous, loving wife, who would never entrap or harm him intentionally. His gorgeous Pen, who sees his passions, flaws and worth, and loves him all the same. And he made her believe herself unworthy…
Colin sits up, pulling her into a tight embrace. He buries his face in her hair and shoulder, inhaling her scent deeply before sighing, his shoulders relaxing with the breath. “Penelope, beloved, that is the most exciting news you could ever tell me! I am beyond happy. I cannot believe I am so blessed!” He kisses her collarbone, then her shoulder and cheek. “I..I admit, I have not been kind, nor forgiving in these past weeks...I’ve been an absolute beast toward you, and it has not been fair. I had no right to say such cruel things toward you, even if I felt betrayed. I was blinded by pain, and anger. And envy.” He kisses down her arm, reaching for her hand and kissing her knuckles sweetly as he looks up to her, eyes pleading. “I could not be more proud to call you my wife, Penelope. And now, the mother of my children?” His eyes were watering, kissing her fingers as he nuzzles his cheek into her palm. “You've made me the happiest man alive, Pen. I love you. I love you so much.” He mumbles into her flesh, silent tears falling down his cheeks and wetting her skin.
Her heart felt warm to his professions of love, her own eyes beginning to water and tear up as she watches him kiss her sweetly. "I love you." Her forehead rests against his own, an excited smile stretched across her face as she laughs happily, relief spreading throughout her body. "We will have to call the doctor sometime this week, then, to be sure-"
“I will call one tomorrow morning.” He says simply, intertwining their fingers as he begins to kiss up her arm, already distracted by her body once again.
“Tomorrow?” She squeaks in surprise. “Why so soon? Surely it can wait for a few days?”
“Wholly unnecessary. If my wife is pregnant, I wish to know as soon as possible. There is no reason to delay.” His lips trail to her breasts, kissing the flesh softly while a finger traced at one of her nipples. “Speaking of, that may explain your eagerness.” He adds thoughtfully, suddenly pinching her nipple and pulling it. She cries out a moan, walls clenching around him tightly. He groans out a blissful sigh, his body tensing at the sudden sensation but relaxing as he felt himself harden fully inside her.
Perfect.
She was utterly perfect.
“Are you ready?” Penelope asks hopefully, eyes half lidded as her hips begin to rock against his own, mouth hung open.
Colin nods quickly, grinning as he brings both his hands to Penelope's waist, carefully lifting her then lowering her on himself, just to test the waters. “Do you-“ He grunts, feeling her lift herself slowly before lowering herself on him, just like he demonstrated. She continued the movement without any hesitation. “L-like this?” He stutters, having wanted to be sure the position was satisfactory for her before continuing.
Thankfully, it was.
She dips her chin, moaning out as a way of confirmation, walls fluttering madly as she worked herself on him, gaining confidence in her movements the longer she rode him.