The second time around, Penelope felt when he ejaculated inside of her. Her body was tired, like she had been running around outside in shoes with awful heels.
Penelope welcomed Tyrion’s kiss on her forehead as it helped to make the tiredness go away. Her back started to ache, but she didn’t speak of it to draw Tyrion’s attention there. She didn’t want to make him worry.
Tyrion pushed the damp strands of hair out of Penelope’s face. She still looked beautiful even though her hair stuck to her skin.
Tyrion still yearned to have more of Penelope. He could go on for a lot longer, but knew she would need a break.
They didn’t need to try everything tonight since they had a lifetime to spend with each other, but he needed to feel her one more time before he allowed her to rest.
Tyrion was still inside of her Penelope when he sat up again, pulling her up with him.
Penelope gasped as she felt all of him even more in this position.
No book she could ever read would properly describe the workings of a man’s body. Was it normal for every man to be so ready, even though they had not long been intimate, or was this a testament of how much Tyrion loved her?
Penelope rested her head on Tyrion’s shoulder, unable to tell him that she felt so full that her words were lost in her throat.
Tyrion placed his left hand on her lower back while his right hand went even further to rest on her buttocks, squeezing it to hear her squeak like a little mouse.
Tyrion smiled innocently when she looked up at him with a glare.
"Why are you so..." Penelope trailed off, not wanting to stroke his ego, but she was certain she already did that tonight. "It is too much."
"You should move," Tyrion advised Penelope. "I’ll let you find your own pace. You can do it," he encouraged Penelope.
Tyrion had taken charge plenty of times for the night, and now, all he wanted to see was Penelope relax and enjoy herself.
"How am I to move? This is a bit odd," Penelope said, not certain about this position.
"," Tyrion said, his hands gripping her thighs as he lifted her.
Tyrion moved his hips to thrust his length back inside of her as he brought her back down to sit on his lap.
A hissing sound escaped his lips when Penelope perfectly slid back down his length, taking all of him better than she did when they laid down.
His fingers dug into her thighs as he gripped her, and rather than grimacing from the pain, Penelope blushed since she enjoyed it.
Penelope quickly had a liking for Tyrion holding her close with a strong grip. It wasn’t a grip that hurt her severely, but it was enough for her to grasp how strong he was, and she liked every part of it.
Penelope, being the fast learner that she was, followed Tyrion’s instructions and moved without Tyrion needing to guide her.
She thought their first time couldn’t feel any better, but this new position brought on feelings of pleasure that she didn’t experience the first time.
Perhaps it was because she was more involved this way and could feel every inch of him as she settled herself back on his lap.
The idea of making love during the day did not seem so strange to Penelope since she desired to have more of him, no matter where it would be.
Tyrion had opened a door to her curiosity about intimacy, and now she would not be satisfied until they tried everything.
Penelope shuddered when he squeezed her buttocks. Tyrion pulled her down faster to meet his thrust.
The slow pace Penelope used to get accustomed to moving her hips was soon replaced by a faster pace.
Tyrion intended to go slow at first, letting this be a calm way to end the night, but that was out the window due to the way she gripped him.
He knew she wasn’t doing it purposely. Penelope was just so tight, pushing him to ejaculate inside of her sooner than he wanted to.
Tyrion was surprised to see Penelope smile like she knew what she was doing to him and continued to do it purposely. She could laugh as much as she wanted now since he would get back at her for this.
"Have your fun now," Tyrione said.
Penelope chuckled, but her laughter soon ceased when he bit her neck. She almost slipped off his lap since he startled her with the bite, but his hold on her prevented her from falling.
"Go slower," Penelope said, overwhelmed by his current pace.
A little bit more, and he might be able to knock her off his lap.
For the first time tonight, Tyrion disobeyed what Penelope wanted and kept the same pace. She didn’t make any mention of slowing down again, as she also kept up the rhythm of moving her hips to meet when he thrusted inside of her.
Tyrion was curious about what Penelope enjoyed since the more he held her tightly and the less gentle his actions were, the louder her moans became.
He smiled as he had a thought for their future times, making love to each other. Penelope was curious. She had always been eager to learn new things, and Tyrion shared her curiosity.
Since it was both their first time, they could learn together.
Tyrion held Penelope tightly as he spilt his seed inside of her after one last thrust. Penelope rested her head on her shoulder as she had already finished, her body too tired for her to move a muscle.
Penelope only managed to hug Tyrion as she waited for him to be done. It only now crossed her mind that he had finished inside of her, so there was the possibility of her one day becoming pregnant.
They had only just become married and had not once spoken about children.
Rather than worry about it, Penelope decided to leave it for another day to speak about with Tyrion.
All Penelope wanted now was to lie down with Tyrion and allow her body to rest after what it endured.
Penelope didn’t mind how sweaty Tyrion had become. She felt much closer now than before.
Tyrion remained still, letting Penelope get a moment to catch her breath. He continued to hold her close and rubbed her back in a circular motion to bring her some comfort.
"We’ll stop here," Tyrion said, kissing her cheek.
He didn’t want to push her too far for her first night.
Tyrion planned to get warm water and a cloth to clean Penelope up while she was focused on regaining her energy.