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In Aeternum
By: tweety-src-clt9
Soaring High in Lust and Love
Colin has probably died and gone to heaven. There's no way that everything happening right now is all real. There's no way that his tongue is flicking his wayward wife's pink nipples while she arches her back and is now so busy with moaning his name.
If this is all a vivid dream then he will make the most out of it. With the way his hands can feel Penelope's smooth luscious skin and hear the beating of her heart, this right now is so much better than all his fantasies combined. This was even better than that one time his Pen tried to seduce him that he had to run away from her because he will never take her innocence when she didn't love him back. At that time, his foolish and blind self listened to all the rumors of Lady Whistledown loving someone else. The thought that she would come to his bed just to fulfill her duties as his wife when her heart belonged to someone else was just plain wrong. It also didn't help that his Pen looked so young and scared then and he felt like a lecher.
His thoughts are then interrupted when he feels her small hands pushing on his chest. Afraid that he's doing something wrong, he allows himself to be pushed away.
To his surprise, Penelope straddles his waist and there's an adorable glare on her beautiful face. He's torn between looking at her gorgeous blue eyes and her round full breasts bared for his gaze.
"No more ripping my clothes!" Her pointer finger pokes his chest and she gives him her fiercest glare.
"Is that so?" He smirks.
She huffs, "I cannot keep losing clothes because you're so eager to rid me of them."
"So you'll come to me naked then?" His eyes sparkled with mischief and desire at the thought.
"You wish," she rolls her eyes and then starts to move away.
"Where are you going, darling?" His hands hold on to her waist, pinching her belly.
"I - I'm heavy," she blushes.
"Tsk!" He playfully cups her breast and gives it a squeeze.
He sits on the bed, Penelope's legs straddling his abdomen while her hands are on his shoulders to keep her balance. He tilts her chin up so their eyes could meet.
"Close your eyes," he whispers and she obeys. He leans down and captures her lips in a soft gentle kiss, teasing her lips to part for him.
His tongue gently touches hers, coaxing her to yield to him. She tastes so sweet, kissing him back and her pussy slides down his body until it deliciously glides along his hard aching cock that's only covered by his breeches.
"Fuck… do that again," he groans as his lips kiss down her throat and his hands are toying with her nipples.
Penelope moans when he playfully flicks his tongue on her areola bouncing on his cock once more.
"This feels so good," she breathes as she humps him once more. His cock is practically tearing up his breeches at this point while her slick leaves a wet spot on the place she keeps bouncing on.
"Let me feast on you, Pen," he flicks his tongue on her nipple this time.
She opens her eyes, lust blazing right through her beautiful blue orbs, "what… what does that mean?" Her face, her neck, and her tits flush bright red making her even more delectable.
He smirks as he whispers against her ear, "I want to stick my tongue in your pussy and drink the honey from your pleasure," and pinches her nipple.
"Colin!" She shivers with desire, slick dripping down her center and coating his breeches as she bounces on him once more.
He cups her tits and gives it a possessive squeeze, "mine," he growls.
Suddenly, she stops grinding and smirks, "only yours two days a week."
He glares at her and smacks her clit playfully and she moans. He gives it another smack and flicks his finger on the little pink bud while squeezing her breast with his other hand.
"Oh, god…"
He stops his sweet pleasurable torture and brings his hands to grab hold of her soft waist, "hold on tight, love," he says as he gently moves away from the mattress. Penelope wraps her legs around his waist, her hands around his neck as he carries her to the armchair across a mirror.
He carefully places his most prized treasure on the chair, each of her legs resting on the arm rest, making them spread out in the most carnal of positions. Her pussy is now all spread and bared for his gaze that he can feel drool dripping down his jaw.
"This is very scandalous," Penelope comments but her eyes are drawn to the mirror that is reflecting her beautiful form. Colin squats beside the armchair, his hand possessively holding on to Penelope's thigh as their eyes meet in the mirror's reflection.
I can't wait for the day she will allow me to draw her like this, his cock throbs even further at the thought as he licks his bottom lip salivating at the vision forming in his lustful mind.
"It's only scandalous if you are showing this to someone else," he growls as he enjoys the view. A burst of anger and jealousy flares in his gut at the thought of some other person looking at his Pen like this.
Penelope wiggles her feet and giggles, "somehow my mama never mentioned this position about wedding nights."
"What else does your mother say?"
"Something about being still and England," she shrugs, "I don't remember anymore."
He cannot bear to dwell on the many missed opportunities they had because of his stupidity and blindness. So, he forges ahead.
He quickly stands to rid himself of his breeches and then tosses it to the floor. He palms his cock and gives it a little squeeze. This time is about his wayward goddess. He cannot lose focus.
"Now… where were we?" He kneels down, positioning himself in between Penelope's spread legs this time and gently pinches her clit.
"Oooh!!!"
"Like that don't you, my love?" He smirks.
"Kiss me, Colin," she begs.
"Oh, darling, there'll be plenty of time for that later… right now, I want to kiss you here," he traces her slit with his index finger and she bites her bottom lip.
"Show me what you want, Pen," he coaxes.
"Touch me down there, kiss me… show me now!"
"Do enjoy the view, darling, because my feasting might take awhile," he winks and dives right in to lick a long stripe down her very wet slit.
"Yeeesss!!!" Colin smirks against his wife's pussy as he continues his feast. With the way she's thrusting it against his face and her blue eyes are alternating between the mirror and his eyes, she is clearly enjoying every single licking.
"More! Colin, I want more!"
He lifts his head a little to speak, "you can give me a show by playing with your tits and your clit, like this," and then he flicks her clit with his fingers and starts licking once again.
Penelope brings down one hand to rub her clit with the other squeezing her breasts, alternating her attentions on both.
She is a writhing moaning mess right now as he devours the luscious sweet treasure between her legs.
And then, as if the heavens have opened because it hears this angel's call, his Pen screams in ecstasy, delicious liquid squirting from her center and all he can do is keep on drinking and not allowing a single drop to go to waste.
Penelope is still shaking from her high, panting deeply but then manages to breathe out, "make love to me now, Colin. Any more pleasure and I'll pass out… just…just do it."
He gives her pussy one last smack and he leans forward to kiss her on the lips. When they pull apart for air, she whispers, "make me pregnant, Colin. Do what you have to do."
He gently lifts her off the armchair and lowers her to the bed once more. He moves on top of her and their eyes meet.
There is a certain vulnerability in her eyes that she is so desperate to hide. He pushes some strands of her unruly locks away from her face and thumbs her bottom lip. She truly is the most beautiful sight he has ever seen.
"Before you go all mine, mine, mine in your possessive caveman mind, I want you to remember something," Penelope says with a hint of a challenge.
He smirks, "pray tell?"
"Lady Anne is yours... BUT, just for two nights a week," she runs her hands from her belly, caresses her breasts, and eventually letting her hands to fall above her head.
"Seems fair," he shrugs but deep inside he is screaming his disagreement. My wife forever and ever.
"Alright then, Mr. Bridgerton. Proceed," she whispers seductively.
He crouches down and seals her lips once again. He won't think about her leaving him again. He wants this chance to convince her to stay. He needs her to be by his side forever.
He releases her lips and peppers sweet little kisses on her cheek and then to her ear. He reaches for her outstretched hands and envelops both of them in his own larger ones.
He positions himself to enter her, moving very slowly as to not hurt her while showing his devotion to her glorious tits.
He glances up and sees her eyes closed while she bites her bottom lip. He feels her inner muscles start to clench until he reaches her maidenhead.
"Deep breaths, my love," he whispers before he playfully licks her nipple and proceeds to bury himself to the hilt.
"Fuck!" She feels like heaven while she engulfs him deep inside her. He forces himself to concentrate and to not make any move. She needs to adjust to his size and to the fact that she's never taken a man before.
Silence reigns for a minute, only his heart beating loudly is the sound he can hear.
And then, this beguiling goddess grinds her hips, "that's it?" Her teasing grin unleashes the possessive beast he is trying to rein in.
He growls as he pulls out, leaving only the tip of his cock lining at her entrance before completely thrusting deep inside her once more. His deep and hard movements are making her breasts bounce which ignites his passion even more.
He can feel his entire body burning with lust. It's maddening. Its glorious. It's love. It's Penelope.
"Cooolliin!!! Yeeesss!!"
He groans, the sounds of her pleasure and the obscenity of skin slapping skin is all too much.
"More! More! More!" She begs.
He releases her hands and maneuvers her legs to wrap around his shoulders and then proceeds to fuck her deep. Hard. Claiming her. Showing her she belongs to him.
Penelope is loud, open, and wild in her passion. Her hair is all spread out like fire on his silken white sheets, her little hands are grabbing her full round breasts, the bountiful globes spilling out of them as she owns her pleasure. She's writhing and moaning, her eyes closed as she allows herself to just feel.
He keeps thrusting, feeling her inner walls tightening and clenching his cock. The lewd sounds of their coupling is stirring him on.
He lowers one hand to play with her clit, his hips keeping up with the deep, hard, and fast pace that Penelope is clearly revelling in.
"Open your eyes and look at me!" He demands and she obeys.
Her blue eyes are dark and blazing with lust. The ice queen mask she shows to the world is now all gone. Here is a fiery and sensual woman surrendering to her carnal desires.
"Say my name! Say it!" His eyes are focused on her beautiful face, his cock buried deep inside her but his movements have stopped.
She whines and shows her displeasure with a pout.
"Say it!" He smirks, this time he ever so gently pulls out of her completely.
"Colin! Colin! Please!" She begs, her hips grinding forward.
"You can deny it all you want, but you know you're mine," he gives a deep chuckle as he rubs his cock up and down her slit, not entering her but just driving her mad with lust.
"Yours… yours… just yours… please, Colin!"
"Mine," he growls and plunges his cock in one deep thrust and Penelope whimpers his name as she reaches ecstasy.
He keeps pounding her into the bed, letting her feel and savor her orgasm, "so tight… so good… mine, mine," and he spends himself inside her in thick spurts and joins her in their cocoon of carnal heaven. He can only whisper her name over and over again, "Penelope... Pen... Pen," as he feels like lightning has hit him with a burst of energy that makes him feel so alive once again.
His face collapses on her breasts, his arms wrap around her soft luscious frame. Penelope is still shaking with the aftershocks of her pleasure, her small hands wrap around his back with her fingernails scratching his skin.
Their skin is drenched with sweat as they try to catch their breaths. He then feels Penelope's little hands playing with his soaked curls.
And then, she giggles. The happy sound of her girlish giggle is making him laugh as well. He feels so light that he thinks he is floating in bliss.
"If I'm not pregnant after that, then I really don't understand how marital relations work," she says and then giggles once more.
"I take it you enjoyed yourself then?" He mumbles against her cleavage.
"I won't dignify that question with an answer," she blushes and avoids his eyes.
He slowly pulls out and she whimpers from the loss. Yes! She clearly enjoyed herself no matter what else she says.
"Are you hungry?" He changes the topic. It won't be good of him to anger her after that sweet intimate moment they just shared.
"I am actually… but I cannot feel my legs," she admits and then gives him a glare, "what did you do to me, Colin Bridgerton?"
"Well," he brushes her hair away from her face as he hovers above her, holding his weight on his elbows, "I fucked you hard and deep, darling." He really feels so smug about this.
She pushes at his chest and huffs, "get me food!"
He laughs as he stands from the bed and stretches his arms up. This goddess wore him out. He looks at his wife who's still panting a little with her legs still spread. He then looks at his cock and breaks out into a smug grin, "not bad for a virgin, Bridgerton."
"You mean to tell me, you've never done THAT before?!" Penelope exclaims.
Oops! I can't believe I said that out loud, he thinks.
"Don't look at me like that," he backpaddles.
"Good god! You're going to kill me with pleasure," she says with disbelief.
"Ow!" He dramatically exclaims when she throws a pillow in his face.
"Don't look so smug you… you… you possessive caveman!"
He practically preens as he knocks on the adjacent door, "What's your maid's name?"
"Clarice."
"Clarice?" He calls out to the door.
"Sir?" He hears a response from the other side.
He opens the door a little but makes certain that only his head can be seen.
A blushing maid greets him and says, "is there anything I can do for you, my lord?"
"Darling, do you have any breakfast preferences?" He turns to Penelope who is mumbling something about scandalizing her poor maid.
His wife gives him a piercing glare and calls out, "my favorites, please, Clarice."
"Of course, my lady."
"How about a bath, my love?"
"Are you calling me stinky?" Penelope angrily yells at Colin.
"Of course not, darling," he smirks.
"How can I take a bath when I can't even feel my legs?!" She throws another pillow his way that he easily dodges.
He turns to the maid and says, "triple the orders for the food but drop them outside the room. Just knock. I'll call on you later if my wife wishes to have the tub ready for a bath. I shall be joining her."
"Ow!" He feels a book hitting his bum. He looks at Penelope who's blowing him a raspberry and he laughs, "that will be all Clarice," and closes the door.
"I'm so mad at you right now!"
"What did I do this time?" He pouts.
"How can I face Clarice again when you're scandalizing her with your… just you being you!" She huffs and gives him another glare.
"You're a married woman, it is to be expected," he walks back to the bed.
"If I have the energy to stand, I'll hit you right now," she yawns.
He joins her on the bed and wraps his arms around her. She feels so small and precious by his side.
"What are you doing?" She tries to wriggle in his arms but her round bum on his crotch is just starting to reignite his desire. He knows that she's still sore so he tries to ignore his burgeoning erection.
"Sleep, darling," he kisses her head.
She yawns again and gives up struggling. He hums a tune and ever so slowly moves the covers to keep her warm. She is his goddess after all so he always desires to adhere to her comfort.
It cannot have been five minutes but she's already making the most adorable snoring sounds.
"I love you so much, Penelope Bridgerton," he whispers in her ear. He hears the knock from outside signaling that the food is ready. He cannot bear to leave his personal heaven right now though.
"Please leave the food there. Thank you," he calls out.
He looks at Penelope's sleeping face, memorizing her beautiful features and the serenity she gives him.
He eventually joins her in slumber with his arms cradling her soft petite frame. Even in his dreams, all he can see is her and the future he wants for them that he is trying to regain.
That's the first time in eight long years that Colin Bridgerton gets good quality sleep.
What's even more, for a man who's never wasted daylight so he can do all his work, here he is sleeping soundly beside the woman he has longed for while the sun is shining brightly through the windows.