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A dull ache in Penelope’s lower back distracted her from her book as she tried to sit up to find a small pillow to brace against her lumbar. Finally, she leaned back on the dark indigo settee, then shifted again to shuck off her silk robe, feeling hot all of the sudden. Sighing in slight irritation, she settled back into a more comfortable position and tried not to think about how difficult it was to move around as her belly had grown substantially with her and Colin’s child.
One thing she did enjoy about her abdomen being so swollen was the fact that she could perfectly position her book against it, so she didn’t have to hold it as it sat propped against her rounded tummy. A small glass bowl of red raspberries sat in between her breasts as she snacked while reading her romance novel. The female main character was just about to discover her love interest’s betrayal, when Colin entered the room.
“Hello, Mrs. Bridgerton. What are you doing up so late?” he said while leaning down from behind the couch to press a sweet kiss to her lips. His dark hair was slightly damp from the steady rain outside. His shoulders were soaked through and water droplets from the bridge of his nose dripped onto the front of her linen night gown as he kissed her. The smell of rain water mixed with Colin’s usual citrusy pine scent flooded her senses, causing her to breathe him in deeply.
“Colin, it’s 10:30, it isn’t that late,” she said lightly, leaning her head back to look at him. She felt her spirits lift as soon as her husband and best friend walked through the door, her discomfort long forgotten.
He hummed, his face hovering above her. “You taste good,” a small smile played on his lips as he leaned down again to kiss her more soundly, which had her sighing through her nose against his mouth. “I missed you,” he mumbles softly as their lips part.
Her entire body flooded with warmth, and she smiled up at him, “I missed you too.”
He turned around then, and began undressing in their bed chamber, the door open, so she could still hear him as he prepared for bed. Pen placed the raspberries and her book on the side table, and she turned, her feet now resting on the couch cushions as she watched him undress, admiring the view.
“Benedict was telling me about mother and Kate’s plans for the first ball of the season in the next few months. It’s supposed to be a masquerade,” he called as he disappeared from view, the sound of clothes shuffling and heavy boots dropping to the floor making her smile. “He was very pouty when I told him that I was unsure if we would be able to attend since I am sure we’ll be busy with the little one.”
“Well, we will have to see. But, it’s probably best to not get his hopes up.”
He suddenly came striding out of the room, and plopped down next to her on the settee, propping his feet up on the mahogany coffee table. He was dressed in a fresh loose linen shirt and a pair of loose linen pants both of which he often took off when they actually went to bed. Pen had come to learn that Colin preferred to sleep in the nude. Which she had no qualms about since her pregnancy made her craving for him much more intense than usual, and she found herself seeking him out nearly every night, sometimes multiple times, and often during the day as well. It really should be illegal for her husband to look that handsome everyday, she thought to herself. He reached forward and pulled her feet onto his lap. She released a contented sigh as he began rubbing her achy feet and swollen ankles. “How’s your back?”
She raised an eyebrow at him, “How’d you know?”
He gave her one of his adorable lopsided smiles that always made her heart skip a beat. His expert fingers still pinched and massaged her feet as he replied, “Because I am your husband. And as your husband, it is my job to watch over you,” she bit her lip at his sweet, protective words, a dull ache forming in her center. “Plus, you were walking a little strangely earlier.”
She laughed softly, “Is that why you carried me up the stairs before you left for Lord Mondrich’s? And then dropped me on this couch, stuffing pillows all around me, fussing about?”
“Yes, and I see you’ve removed some of the pillows, which explains why you had the same look of discomfort on your face when I came in.”
“That’s because you were dripping water all over my floor!” she teased, unable to keep the grin off of her face.
“What? Oh, you mean like this?” he said innocently as he abruptly sat up on the couch, leaned over her, and shook his wet hair out like a dog, droplets hitting her face and her nightgown.
She cried out, laughing, bringing her arms up to shield her face, “Colin! You’re getting me all wet!”
He stopped smiling brightly above her. “Hmm, just how I prefer you,” he purred.
Pen pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as she gazed up into his dark blue eyes, sparkling with amusement. Her eyes shifted to the now messy, wet hair, sticking out in a million different directions, which made her laugh again. He looked so adorable and seductive at the same time, it made her heart squeeze and the ach between her legs almost unbearable.
“Your eyes are so beautiful. I always find myself getting lost in them,” he said softly. He reached up a hand to tenderly caress her face, his other rested on the arm rest beside her head.
“What else of mine do you find beautiful?” She tried to sound teasing, but her voice came out a bit breathless.
Desire darkened his gaze as he said, the pad of his thumb brushing her lower lip, “Your lips…they are so delectable and soft. They are often the color of light pink rose petals in the spring.” Her breathing quickened. Her mind and body honing in on his touch. He lifted one of her red curls, tucking it tenderly behind her ear, “This fiery red hair…” His fingers skimmed down the side of her neck and traced her collar bone. “Your supple skin…” his hand traveled down her side, tracing the lower curve of her breast. “And you know how much I love these.” He cupped her through the thin fabric of her nightgown, her back arching into his touch, her nipples hardening, her core aching. A gasp escaped her lips. Her large breasts were even larger now that she was further along in her pregnancy, and Colin took every opportunity to enjoy them.
“Colin…” she moaned.
Pen didn’t want to play this game anymore. She was panting as he pinched her nipple through her gown and she cried out in response. She just wanted him inside her. Now.
Colin hooked a finger into the front of her nightgown and lowered it, uncovering her left breast. His mouth descended upon her exposed flesh and licked around her nipple before taking her in his mouth, sucking and groaning against her flesh. She arched further into him, moaning, wetness pooling between her thighs.
He briefly pulled back from her breast, looking up at her and said, “I think I just tasted some of your milk…” Her eyes widened and her cheeks flushed a deep scarlet. She had felt her breasts were fuller, heavier even for the past couple of weeks. She opened her mouth to apologize, embarrassed, but he interrupted, “It tastes…good,” he said huskily before setting her other breast free and covering it with his mouth. He greedily suckled and licked at her sensitive nipple, the ache between her legs driving her wild. She looked down at him, his lips around her breast, his hand kneading her other breast, and she felt her release closing in on her. Maybe it should have disgusted her, but all she thought as she saw him sucking milk from her full breasts was how incredibly hot he was.
Her hands tangled themselves in his hair, her head tilting back, holding his mouth against her. “Hmmm,” he hummed against her breast. “Should I make you cum like this, Penelope?”
She wanted to tell him that she would rather have him inside her, but she was too far gone now. All she could manage was a breathless mewling, “Yes.”
A low sound rumbled through his chest as he sucked her harder, feeling his teeth against her flesh, and his tongue. His hand pinched her nipple, and she gutterally moaned as release tore through her.
She was a panting mess, and her limbs felt like jello as he took her legs and swung her into a sitting position on the couch. She barely registered how he stuck a throw pillow under her back, and then lifted the fabric of her nightgown over her swollen belly, and parted her legs, exposing her to him.
“Is it ugly?” she asked, her lids heavy.
“What?” he responded, brow furrowing in confusion.
“My marks…” she said, tracing a stretch mark on the side of her belly.
Colin’s eyes met hers in earnest, “No, Pen, they’re beautiful, just like you.” He tenderly kissed the mark she pointed out, “You are carrying our child, and your body has never looked more beautiful and alluring than now. Do you have any idea how much you drive me crazy?” Her eyes widened as he licked each stretch mark on her belly, eyes never leaving hers, worshiping her.
His gaze darkened, and he lightly traced his fingers up her thigh, and then teased her folds. “You’re so wet for me, Pen…” She moaned, the sensations and the dirty things coming from his mouth further stoking the fires of her desire for him. He inserted a long finger inside her, and then another, causing a guttural groan to erupt from her throat. “Ever since you became with-child, you feel so much warmer when I’m inside you. Did you know that?” He curled his fingers inside her, hitting that spot, a throaty moan escapes her lips as her back bowed off the couch cushions, her eyes trapped in his sensual gaze. “You feel amazing. You always feel amazing. Like you were made for me,” his voice turned gravelly as the rough pad of his thumb rubbed and teased the bundle of nerves at her center.
She cried out, the sensations almost too much against her overly sensitive flesh. He smirked seductively as he lowered his head between her legs and replaced his thumb with his mouth.
“And the taste of you?” he murmured against her center. “You’ve never tasted sweeter, Pen.”
He returned his mouth to her sensitive bundle, and lifted one of her legs over his shoulder. He sucked her hard, his fingers curling and pumping inside her, hitting her at just the right spot. She tossed her head side to side, not caring how she looked as she writhed and moaned beneath him. She grabbed his now-dry locks, hands fisting in his hair, and reached above her for purchase, gripping the wooden border on the backrest of the settee. “Oh god, yes,” she nearly screamed as she moved her hips against his mouth and fingers, her lower region tightening and squeezing his fingers. He growled against her flesh, the sound reverberating through her entire body, and her leg over his shoulder curled against him, her toes flexing as release exploded through her, momentarily blurring her vision, and she distantly heard herself scream Colin’s name.
He lapped and licked at her folds, swallowing every bit of her, and she could barely think straight as she watched him with heavy lids, moving to stand, his arms going underneath her to lift her off the couch, her arms circling his neck as he held her close and carried her to their room. She brought her open mouth to his, her hands gripping his jaw and tugging on his hair. Pen could taste herself on his lips, and she moaned into his mouth, his tongue sliding deliciously against hers.
He laid her down on their bed with heartbreaking gentleness and he helped her pull off her nightgown. Once she was free, her fingers lifted his shirt over his head and let it fall to the ground. Both of them were breathing hard as her lustful gaze met his. Unable to wait any longer, she pulled his pants down, his member springing free. He reached for her suddenly, his hand grabbing her face gently but firmly, thumb tracing her lips. Her tongue playfully darted out and his pupils dilated further as he watched her take him in her mouth. She rubbed her tongue against him, and sucked it the way she knew he liked.
“Pen,” he growled.
He pulled his thumb out of her mouth, breathing uneven as he pushed her back on the bed. He gripped her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the bed, and spread her legs wide to allow him to occupy the space between her legs. She felt the tip of his length at her entrance and he sheathed himself inside of her, her walls contracting around him. He hovered over her, a hand on either side of her head as he began to pump in and out of her at a slow but hard pace.
His grunts and her moans soon filled the room, and she gripped at his forearms and shoulders, their eyes never leaving each other’s.
“Colin, you feel so —” she moaned again, unable to finish her sentence.
“You’re so beautiful, Pen. You feel so tight and wet for me,” he groaned.
Her eyes rolled back at the sensation of him sliding in and out of her. His brow was furrowed, and a vein on the side of his forehead was popping out due to his exertions, but she still wanted more of him.
“Colin, I want to be on top.”
He stopped immediately, his brain taking a second to catch up with what she just said. Then, a cheeky lopsided smile formed on his lips as he said, “As you wish, my love.”
He pulled out of her and climbed onto the bed beside her, and she swiftly swung a leg over his hips to straddle him, and then reached down to line him up at her entrance, sinking down onto his length. Colin released a guttural groan as he watched himself disappear inside of her. Pen braced her hands on his chest, and teasingly scratched her nails down his skin as she began grinding her hips against his and lifting her hips up and down. His eyes rolled back as he released a strangled moan, titling his head back and gripping her hips to help steady her. She contracted around him at the sensuous sight of his neck veins straining, eyes closed, and mouth agape, lost in his pleasure.
Pen began moving her hips at a faster, harder pace, and she felt the tip of him hit her in that spot. Urgently, she grabbed his shoulder so he could sit up, and he had to curve his body a little to accommodate her belly, but his lips still reached hers in a hot, open mouthed kiss. She licked his lips asking for entrance and he sucked on her tongue, which caused her to clench harder around him as she ground into him faster.
A familiar ache was beginning to grow in her lower belly and travel to her center, and her release was building with each thrust and suck of her tongue. He shifted his mouth to her jaw as a hand slid to knead her breast. Their pace was becoming sloppier and more urgent, and she gripped his hair, her nails digging into his shoulder as she tilted her head back, moaning “Yes, yes, oh yes,” as her release finally claimed her, stars dancing behind her vision. Her walls tightened and clenched around him, and she felt him twitch inside her right before he groaned spilling into her, filling her with his seed.
Colin brought her mouth back to his, sucking on her tongue and swallowing her whimpers and sighs, both of them riding out the aftershocks of their collective orgasm.
“I don’t think I will ever tire of this,” Colin said as he pulled back slightly, breathing hard, caressing her nose with his. He gently pulled himself out of her so she could lay on her side, her back to him as he slid behind her, kissing her shoulder, placing his arm around her waist. She sighed contentedly in agreement as he threaded his arm under her head and she reached up so they could intertwine their hands together in front of her.
“How’s the baby? Do you feel ok?” he asked, his hand protectively caressing her belly.
She laughed softly, sleep nearly claiming her, “Yes, he is dancing, because his mother is so happy. Feel him kick, here,” she guided his hand to the top of her belly and he gasped as he felt a little kick. He laughed then, burying his face affectionately in her hair as he said, “How do you know it’s a boy?”
“Just a feeling…” she sighed as her fingers played with his.
“Hmm…” he hummed against her hair.
Eventually she drifted off to sleep cocooned in the warmth of his embrace as he trailed the tips of his fingers comfortingly over her belly.
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Penelope awoke to the soft sound of Colin’s snore and the warm embrace of citrus and pine. Her eyes drifted open as noticed that it was still dark outside of their window, but the patter of water hitting the glass told her it was raining. She shifted her hips and an uncomfortable stiffness in her back made her hold her breath and freeze. Ugh, her wretched back was giving her trouble again. She thought to herself that if she didn’t move, then she could just go back to sleep and hope that it would go away when she woke again.
Colin must have felt her shift, because his snoring stopped and he sighed into her hair, “Are you feeling ok, darling?”
“Yes. Go back to sleep,” she replied, not wanting to worry him.
Something in her voice must have told him otherwise because he then asked, “Is it your back again?”
“Yes,” she sighed in surrender.
He removed his arm from under her head, and she began to pout until she felt both of his strong hands at her lower back, pressing his thumbs and kneading the muscle there. Her eyes rolled back as she half groaned, half moaned in relief.
A laugh rumbled through his chest, “If I didn’t know any better, I would have assumed you just came.”
“Don’t stop,” she groaned. The relief she felt really was nearly as good as when he made her cum, but she wouldn’t admit that to him because then he would never let her forget it.
They fell into a comfortable silence as he worked her lower back, and soon, the discomfort seemed to leave her, and she already felt her muscles begin to relax. Still kneading her back, he tenderly kissed her shoulder, asking, “Does it feel better? I can get some hot water going and maybe a hot compress would be better?”
She turned partly to face him more, his hand moving to caress her belly, “I feel much better actually.”
He leaned on his elbow and gazed down at her adoringly, “You need to tell me when you are feeling pain or discomfort like that. I might be able to help. I want to help.” His hand on her belly moved to caress her face, brushing away a wayward curl from her forehead and tucking it behind her ear.
Pen’s entire body turned molten at his sweetness. Turning fully on her back now, so she could properly look up at his handsome face, she wrapped her arm around his neck bringing his lips down closer to hers, she responded smiling against his lips, “I love you.” She kissed him soundly, his lips immediately responding to hers.
Their kiss soon turned heated and he laughed against her lips, and said, “Again?”
“You know I can’t resist you when you are being so sweet to me,” and pulled his lips more firmly against hers. Colin’s kiss has always been so addictive. Pen wondered if many people felt like this when kissing, or if they were just lucky — if she was just lucky. His hand against her face moved to entangle in her curls, and then traveled down her neck, tracing her collar bone, and then kneading her breast. She sighed into their kiss, and she bit his bottom lip teasingly, earning a growl from Colin. She smiled, licking his lip to soothe her bite, and brushed her tongue against his. He then sucked on her tongue, which always made her lose all her senses.
Her hand covered his that was still kneading her boob, and urged it down to her now aching center. He pulled away from her kiss, then a feline smirk stretched across his lips. She whined in protest, and he chuckled as his fingers reached her center, tracing her folds. Pen grabbed his shoulder, and raised her head to meet his lips again, but his other hand gently, but firmly pressed down on her chest. “I want you inside me,” she nearly begged.
He shook his head, “No, my love, I want to watch you.”
The cheeky bastard. She relaxed back into her pillow, his dark blue eyes filled with adoration, love, and lust locked on hers. As his fingers teased her entrance before finding her sensitive bundle of nerves, his eyes roved over her face, and lingered on her heaving chest before returning to her eyes. He stroked her wetness, and she squeezed her eyes shut, mouth agape, “Look at me, Pen,” his voice gravelly.
She forced her eyes open and a strangled moan tore through her as her core began to tighten. As he relentlessly teased her bud, he would also insert a finger into her, pumping in and out, and then went back to circle her bud. He did this torturous dance over and over again. Pen arched her back toward him, as he gazed upon her unraveling. His other hand, at once tender and seductive, traced her flushed cheek, her parted lips, and the soft waves of her hair with the back of his fingers. He was savoring her.
“You are so beautiful,” he said ardently.
Pen felt his lips at her ear, “You feel so good, Pen. Will you cum for me? I want to watch you fall apart and know that I was your undoing…”
She nodded, her moans becoming more frequent, and she was close. Her hand clawed at the bed sheet as her moans and cries of pleasure became progressively louder. Colin lowered his face to hers, only to tease her lips and swallow the breaths from her moans. His eyes sparkled with pleasure and amusement as her legs curled, his thumb now rubbing her bud as he pumped two fingers inside of her, his long digits curling inward and hitting the spot that made her entire body clench and back bow off the bed as release exploded through her, her eyes still locked on his.
He wore a satisfied smile and he finally gave in and kissed her, swallowing her whimpers and sighs as her walls tightened and clenched around his fingers. “I love you so much, Pen,” he murmured against her lips, his own breathing uneven as he too seemed affected by her pleasure, and the sight, sound, and feel of her release. She responded with a passionate kiss of teeth and tongue as he moved over her, and made love to her slowly, torturously, until the sun came up.