CHAPTER 191: WARM EMBRACE (4)

Warning! Mature content.

Penelope touched his neck, tracing her fingers along his skin to search for the bite mark she made. It was no longer there, and Penelope was tempted to give him another to tease him.

Her plans were interrupted by Tyrion’s movement. His right hand rested on her lower back to keep her settled on his lap.

Penelope clenched her fist, digging her nails into the palm of her hand so she wouldn’t hurt Tyrion again. She had already marked up his body too many times.

Penelope snaked her hands around his neck and pulled him forward for another kiss as he continued to move. Her finger wrapped a short bundle of Tyrion’s hair around her finger, toying with it to her liking.

Penelope followed Tyrion’s rhythm, moving her body so he wouldn’t have to do all the work.

"Wait," her voice was but a whisper on his lips.

Tyrion listened intently to what she wanted, but he didn’t stop. Penelope had gone too far with her teasing.

Their bodies were pressed against each other just as Tyrion liked. He liked the feel of her breasts pressed against his chest. The gown was thin enough not to be in the way.

Penelope was at the perfect height for Tyrion to hear every moan, every gasp, and every call of his name. He heard even the smallest sound she made just before she attempted to bite her lip.

Not for one second did Tyrion look away from Penelope. He wanted to enjoy the moment by witnessing every expression she wore now. He could create a map of her body better than he could create a map of the kingdom.

"Tyrion," he heard his name right as she rested her head on his shoulder.

Tyrion smiled.

He filled her with one thrust as he guided her body back down his length as she rode him. This simple action sparked a fire back in Penelope.

Tyrion’s name filled the room.

Penelope’s mouth fell open with an O shape before closing. She glared at Tyrion, though she enjoyed every bit of the pleasure that shot through her body afterwards.

Her knees were weak as if she had now walked a long way, and there was a feeling of butterflies in the pit of her stomach.

Penelope made the mistake of digging her nails into Tyrion’s back, but it was his fault since he startled her.

Penelope knew he intended to catch her off guard because of his smile. Tyrion had that boyish smile she loved when he was up to no good.

"You," Penelope started, but her voice was lost in her throat as he reached the same spot again.

She knew that she was feeding his ego, but after the way he made her feel, Tyrion deserved it. He deserved to feel so proud of himself since he reached just where Penelope felt breathless.

"More," Penelope desired from Tyron.

She didn’t know where she got the burst of energy from, but Penelope was ready for far more.

Penelope didn’t have any plans for the morning to be concerned about how sore her body might feel then. All Penelope wanted was to enjoy tonight without worrying about the consequences in the morning.

Penelope tugged at Tyrion’s hair, forcing him to look up at her after he started to leave kisses on her cheek toward her neck.

His jaw was clenched, but Penelope didn’t hear any sounds of pain coming from him.

Still, she asked, "Am I hurting you?"

"No," Tyrion replied.

It wasn’t the hair pull that caught his attention. Tyrion was more focused on how her insides gripped him. He was quite close to spilling his seed inside of her.

Penelope moved her hips faster as if urging him to finish sooner.

Tyrion muttered a curse under his breath, which was heard by Penelope. His eyes closed momentarily after the feeling that followed while he was still inside of her.

Did it excite her when he used foul language?

Tyrion tried to limit how he spoke before Penelope since she was a lady, but if it would get him this reaction, then perhaps they needed to act like she wasn’t a lady, and he wasn’t a prince sometimes.

"Give it to me," Penelope whispered in his ear.

Her words surprised Tyrion since he would never have anticipated Penelope saying this.

His hands slid up her back, pushing her forward for one more kiss as he climaxed inside of her just as Penelope finished.

Their bodies were starting to be covered in sweat, but neither one minded it.

Tyrion fell back on the bed, bringing Penelope down with him. Her laughter was heard between their kisses.

"What is funny?" Tyrion asked.

"You fell back like you exhausted yourself," Penelope said.

"I am far from exhausted. This gown is beautiful, but it’s time you get rid of it," Tyrion said, reaching for the hem of Penelope’s nightgown.

Tyrion pulled the gown over Penelope’s head and threw it to the side of the bed. There was nothing to keep her body covered now, so they both lay naked as the day they were born.

Tyrion was still inside Penelope as she sat on him and he laid beneath her. His hands moved gently along the outline of her body before coming to stop at her breasts.

Tyrion palmed her breasts, his large hands covering both. He gave her a soft squeeze.

He could have her again if she would allow it.

Tyrion moved his hands from her breast to her waist so he could lift her as he slipped his length out of her.

The fruit of their work decorated the bed, and there was plenty more to spoil the bed since Tyrion was not yet satisfied.

Tyrion switched their positions so Penelope laid under him while he towered over her.

Tyrion lifted her right leg, placing it to be wrapped around his waist.

Penelope’s night gown was beautiful, but this was the true sight Tyrion enjoyed witnessing. Nothing would ever compare to Penelope as she was now.

She was beautiful.

Penelope wrapped her arms around Tyrion’s neck, eager for what would come next. "What are you waiting for? For your little friend to be worked up again?"

Tyrion laughed along with her. "Careful with the jokes you say, Penelope. I’ll have you eat your words."

Despite Tyrion’s warning, Penelope continued to laugh. It didn’t help that Tyrion started to leave a trail of kisses from her face down to her breasts, so his hair tickled her skin.

Tyrion was the cause of her laughter, yet he wanted to punish her for it.

Tyrion settled himself between her legs. He kissed her, leaving love bites she would see in the morning. He didn’t mind her laughter now since he loved the sound of it.

A knock on the door was heard and ceased all movement in the room.

Tyrion assumed it had to be the water he requested to be sent to another room. He looked at Penelope, waiting for what she wanted to do. He didn’t care who was at the door and who would hear them.

Penelope touched his face. "They’ll leave after we don’t answer. After all, we’re still newlyweds."

Penelope wasn’t worried if the servants assumed what was occurring between them. It was expected of a husband and wife. She was enjoying herself too much to have Tyrion leave the bed.

No one could look forward to her having a child with Tyrion, but be alarmed that she was intimate with her husband.

Penelope was so lost in her thoughts that she missed Tyrion sneakily shifting his body, ready to penetrate her again.

"Tyrion!" Penelope squeaked. Her hand quickly covered her mouth as her eyes darted to the door.

"That’s a new sound," Tyrion chuckled. "Does it excite you that you could be overheard? You’re full of many surprises. Wonderful surprises," he said, plotting something devious for the future.

"That’s not," Penelope tried to deny it, but a cry of pleasure replaced what she wanted to say.

She was focused on the servant or perhaps servants who were standing outside the door. Her mind wasn’t filled with worry about the servants hearing her, but rather, excitement as she thought about the possibility of their voices slipping outside the oak doors.

Penelope clung to Tyrion, her right hand still covering her mouth, but not for long.

Penelope was trying not to give in to this new desire to be heard while Tyrion was hellbent on letting her voice fill the room.

Tyrion wasn’t shy. He could face the servants in the morning after all that they had heard tonight and not care what they thought.

Tyrion looked away from Penelope momentarily to a window near their bed. It was opened slightly so the wind would flow into the room, so there was a possibility that their voices would travel out of the room.

He smiled.

"I should have you against the door. That would have them leave," Tyrion suggested.

Only an innocent person wouldn’t understand why the door shook.

Penelope didn’t like Tyrion’s suggestion, but more importantly, she didn’t like that she was close to saying yes to it.

Penelope’s decisions now were completely different from when she was not lying beneath her husband.

"No," Penelope said, against the idea. "Tyrion!"

"Don’t think about them. Think of me. Only me," Tyrion requested.

Though it was fun to see Penelope so excited that she could be overheard, Tyrion’s jealousy wouldn’t let him enjoy that others could hear what he wanted to keep to himself.

Instead of using her hand, which wouldn’t stay still to cover her mouth or let her torture her lip by biting it, Tyrion kissed Penelope. Her voice became muffled against his lips.

This side of Penelope was for Tyrion alone.