Page 57 of Punishing Penelope
“Tell me again.”
“I’m yours!”
He pistons into me, and I’m going to come again. A heady ache blooms in my belly and seeps into my thighs, into every inch of skin that touches him. He twitches, then buries himself to the hilt as he clings to me and groans. His cock seems to grow even harder and thicker, and the feel of his release pushing its way through my tender nethers sends me into yet another orgasm.
Drenched in sweat, his and mine, him with his pants still bunched around his knees, me hanging like a rag in my cuffs, we are an exhausted pile of happiness and satisfaction.
Me, I’m very satisfied, and Peter seems pretty pleased, too. A lazy smile lights up his features as our eyes meet.
“Hey, you,” he says. “That was…” He scans my face with a slight frown.
I nip his lower lip, then fall back and close my eyes. “Abso-fucking-lutely amazing.”
I don’t know how long he kept teasing me and pulling orgasms from my poor body, but I’m good. I’m so, so good. I bet I look a mess, hence his frown.
What a delicious mess it is.
He pushes up, kisses the tip of my nose, then reaches for the cuffs and frees my hands before he moves down and releases my ankles. Climbing back up, he hovers over me, then pulls me to him, along with the comforter, wraps me in his strong arms, and holds me tight.
“I’m never letting you out of my sight again, Penelope Constance Wilder.”
“Shush, you.”
“I fucking mean it.”
“No, no one is supposed to know my middle name, goddamnit.”
He laughs, a heart-warming sound that rumbles through his chest, then through me, all the way to my deepest pits of loneliness and agony, chasing away the last remnants.
“I know everything about you.” He kisses the top of my head.
I squirm and try to snuggle in tighter.
“I know, and I love it.”
Peter is silent. I listen to his breaths, rocked into a lull by his rising and falling chest. I’m sated, happy, and don’t think I can move again.
“I love you, Penelope.”
It hits me so hard, it feels as if a truck ran over me.
“I love you too, Peter.” I say it for the first time in my life to him, to anyone, and I mean it.
He hugs me even tighter, and his cock grows hard again, pushing against my belly.
“Don’t go.”
“I won’t.”
“We’ll move your stuff here. The rest of it.”
“It’s too much to fit.”
“Then we’ll move somewhere it’ll fit.”
“Okay.”
“Just like that?”