Page 10 of Punishing Penelope
His hand is almost on my breast, a hesitant touch. Taking his hand, I guide him to cup it, then I squeeze, showing him he can be a lot more forceful—like, a lot—and he gets it. Peter fondles one breast and the other, then grabs my nape again, possessively, and pulls me infinitely tighter, deepening the kiss, and it’s everything I dreamed of and more.
“God,” I moan against his lips.
He pulls back. “Are you all right? Too much?”
At that moment, Peter Hale irrevocably steals my heart. I already know he’s a good guy, unlike anyone I’ve ever been attracted to, but his concern for me, his big heart, his whole damn soul, speaks to me on a deep level I’ll never come back from.
“N-Not too much,” I stutter.
I’ve had orgasms with my finger up my pussy, but I have no idea what a cock feels like. I want to feel it today. I want Peter right here and right now, more than I’ve wanted anything in my life.
“Good,” he breathes, his every inhale and exhale stuttering, his heart beating as wildly against my palm as my own thrashes in my chest.
As I pull at the buckle of his belt, getting it open, his hand sneaks under my top, brushes my belly, then finds my breast, naked, no bra. The perk of small breasts. We moan in unison. I flip open the belt, eager to feel that part of man I’ve only imagined.
“Wait!” he gasps.
I freeze, afraid I did something wrong.
“Backseat?”
The burn between my legs is back, tenfold. I glance between Peter, his glistening, newly-kissed lips, and the backseat, then shoot up and climb between the seats.
“I’m not that small.” He jumps out, slams the door closed, then darts in next to me in the back and closes that door. A brief whiff of sea breeze sneaks in, then it’s just us.
I laugh before the moment overwhelms me, then go quiet. Holding his gaze, I straddle his lap and press against his hard-on as I fiddle to get the buttons of his jeans undone. Peter’s lips find mine again, his warm, strong hands on my butt as his fingers stroke closer to my center. Hyperaware of every little touch, I squirm and rock my hips, teasing him like he’s teasing me.
Then he touches me there, through my panties and jean shorts, and my heart almost stops. I slide down a hand between us and cup his very interesting shape. His exhale turns into a moan, and he twitches. His cock twitches, too, as I stroke it through his boxers.
“I don’t have any condoms.” He groans. “I’m an idiot.” His fingers have gone still.
I squirm, needy and sweaty, desperate for him.
“It’s okay. I’m on the pill.” For the first time, I’m happy I used to bleed like a pig every month.
A shudder runs through him, and his arm around my waist hugs me tighter.
“Fuck, what are you doing to me?”
“Touch me. Please.” I squirm out of my shorts and panties, shy, then I’m not because it’s him. Peter.
He touches me.
It’s not perfect.
It’s a mess.
He’s barely entered me when there’s this a wall inside me. It hurts like hell, and I dart up. I touch myself in wonder, holding his gaze. There’s nothing there.
“I want to.” I cup his cheeks and kiss him. “Please.”
We try again slower… much, much slower. Pain again, but manageable, then he fills me, and just like that, I’m not a virgin anymore. I’m so overwhelmed by the moment, I almost sob. Peter moves in me, and it still stings, but the next moment, he groans out loud, and his face turns red as he clenches me hard.
“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”
I can’t be disappointed.
I just lost my virginity in the back of an old Volvo, he came in like three seconds, and it hurt like fuck, but I feel good. I don’t feel ‘defiled’, or dirty. It’s amazing. I’m giddy and filled with so much energy, I feel as if I could run all the way home. I like Peter Hale so, so much. We’ll try again… and again… and again.