Warning! Mature content.
"I am not as energetic as you. What happened to going slow?" Penelope asked, though it wasn’t what she wanted.
Now that most of the pain had passed, Penelope wanted to be closer to Tyrion, but the issue remained that she might not be able to keep up with him.
"We are still going quite slow," Tyrion said, leaving a quick kiss on her lips as he helped her to sit comfortably on his lap. "Does it still hurt?"
Tyrion contemplated whether he should let her lie on her back a little more instead of jumping a few steps ahead to explore other positions. Penelope might not be prepared for the other ways they could make love to each other.
"Not as it did at the start. I am fine," Penelope assured Tyrion. "Wait, wait, wait," she repeated when his hands settled on her waist and lifted her.
Penelope looked down at what rested between them.
"Is it going to keep becoming ?" Penelope asked, horrified.
Tyrion smiled. The very reason for his state was asking him why he was so erect again.
"We don’t have to go again if you don’t want to. I can wait," Tyrion replied, but he hoped he wouldn’t need to.
Penelope leaned back before he kissed her again. "You didn’t answer me. How long will it be before you finally, you know."
"I am as clueless as you, but I do want to have you again. With my wife being so seductive, perhaps this will always be my reaction. I will not have you go all night," Tyrion promised.
Penelope didn’t believe him, especially when his body was reacting . She wouldn’t be able to keep up with him, but she would try for as long as she was able to lift a finger.
Penelope initiated the next kiss, her arms going around his neck to pull him close until her breasts pressed against his chest.
Tyrion took this as a sign that she was willing to have another round.
Tyrion placed his right hand on her lower back. He felt her flinch right before relaxing under his touch. He thought it was too soon to have her whilst she sat on his lap, so Tyrion kissed Penelope as he pushed forward so she would lie on her back again.
Penelope still had her arms around her. The taste of the wine they drank had now vanished.
Tyrion’s back was decorated with more scratches when he penetrated Penelope once more. He wasn’t met with the sound of her wincing as he entered him this time, but she continued to mark his back.
Tyrion had plenty of bruise marks from his days of training to not worry about what she did to his back.
He had become a fool for her since all Tyrion wanted was for her to keep digging his pretty nails into his back. In the morning, he would be cruel to tease her about it.
It was faint, but Tyrion heard the request.
Penelope broke away from the kiss, her head thrown back from the ecstasy she felt each time he thrusted forward, filling her with as much as she could take.
Penelope loved the slow, gentle pace since it helped her to get over the earlier pain, but now she was curious what it would feel like to have him move a little faster to meet where she cried out his name.
"Can’t it be a little faster?" Penelope asked, hoping it was possible.
All memory of what she read in Eleanor’s books no longer existed.
"I am fine," Penelope said, but didn’t get a response from him.
Penelope thought she was speaking softly so Tyrion didn’t hear her, but she was mistaken.
Penelope clamped her right hand over her mouth after the strange sound she made after Tyrion did as she asked. She knew her cheeks had to be flushed and her ears red because of the sound she made for the first time in her life.
It was incoherent, but Tyrion smiled.
"Don’t be embarrassed," Tyrion said, moving her hand. "I want to hear all of it. I enjoyed it."
Penelope didn’t since she didn’t know she could make such a sound.
"I do not like it," Penelope muttered, but she had no control over the sound of her voice as Tyrion moved again.
Penelope first bit her lip to muffle her voice, but Tyrion seemed determined to hear her voice and thrusted at a faster pace, reaching where she felt the most pleasure.
Tyrion kissed Penelope so she would stop the attack on her lips. If her lips were to be bruised, it would be because he had kissed her too much, not because she bit into them so much.
Penelope’s moans and her calls of Tyrion’s name were lost against his lips, with only a little bit heard when she pulled away to catch her breath.
Penelope had many apologies to give to Tyrion in the morning for the way she clawed at his back and arms, but right now, she wasn’t thinking enough to stop what she was doing to him.
Her hands slide down to hold onto his muscular arms.
When Tyrion broke the kiss and lifted some of his weight off of her, Penelope was finally able to see his expression. His face reflected everything that she felt. His hair was now messy with beads of sweat trickling down his forehead and the sides of his face.
The sound of their bodies slapping against each other was strangely something Penelope took a liking to.
Now that she had gotten over her fears of their first night, Penelope didn’t know how she would not want this over and over again.
She felt too good for the night to end after this second round. What else could they do to repeat how good she felt now?
Penelope’s mouth fell open, and with it, Tyrion’s name filled the room.