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Tyrion no longer objected to what Penelope wanted to do. He mentally scolded himself for being so foolish as to stop her when she was volunteering to please him.
It was an alluring sight for Penelope to be seated on the floor of the moving carriage, her dress hanging onto her hips and decorating the floor. Her hair still neat with the hairpins Tyrion would soon remove, and her hands so confidently wrapping around him.
It was a stark difference from their first night when both were first experiencing each other and taking small steps to know what they liked.
Tyrion was curious if Penelope purposefully wore the necklace and earrings he had recently gifted to make up for all the time he spent away to put away Quinn.
Penelope didn’t like the silence in the carriage, so she leaned forward to take Tyrion into her mouth.
She listened intently to every sound Tyrion made. From the hisses when her tongue teasingly touched him, to the sounds of his fingers digging into the cushion beneath him.
Penelope smiled, pushed by his reaction to go forward. There wasn’t an ounce of doubt or nervousness in her body now.
Penelope’s tongue twirled around his length, tasting every bit of him before she bobbed her head, taking more of him into her mouth.
She tested the limits, trying to go further each time without choking to ruin the moment that had fallen upon them. Her hands followed her movement just as she had done many times before.
Penelope felt a little less of a lady to have her mouth wrapped around her husband’s cock in a carriage where their servants were on the other side.
Despite this feeling, it was also thrilling for Penelope to let loose and have her fun. It was exciting not to have to be prim and proper when with her husband. This feeling left Penelope wanting more.
Tyrion noticed how much bolder Penelope had become. Her voice left a sensation each time her moans were felt on his length and filled the carriage.
Penelope always hated for them to be overheard, yet now, she didn’t pay attention to the fact that others were on the other side of the carriage.
The thought of cutting out Damien and the coachman’s tongue filled Tyrion’s mind. He could not have them speak of what they overheard now. Get full chapters from 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵※𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮※𝓷𝓮𝓽
Tyrion’s hands moved from digging his nails into the cushion to be in Penelope’s hair to quickly move the pins so her hair cascaded down her shoulders.
Penelope heard Tyrion mutter words not suited for a prince before his fingers combed through her hair and guided her by matching the movement of his head. She knew that he was close.
Tyrion wanted Penelope to move before he soiled her mouth, but Penelope had other plans.
Penelope stuck to what she wanted, and when Tyrion finally finished, she tasted him, swallowing all that she could hold before pulling away.
Penelope questioned her decision not to pull away sooner. She did not think it would be so much.
Penelope looked for her handkerchief to wipe her mouth. "I must get better at it," she said.
Her voice sounded so innocent to Tyrion’s ears.
In the midst of Penelope wiping her mouth, Tyrion pulled her back onto his lap.
Tyrion’s right hand rested on her lower back, nudging her forward for a kiss, but Penelope placed her hand on his chest to stop him.
"My mouth," Penelope said, drawing attention to what she had just done.
"When has that ever mattered?" Tyrion asked, bringing Penelope closer for a kiss.
There wasn’t a day when Tyrion would think about such little things.
Penelope forgot about what they were speaking of as Tyrion’s tongue slipped between her parted lips. How could it have slipped her mind that Tyrion wasn’t like her governess said men would be?
Penelope pressed herself to Tyrion, her garments being all that stood between them.
Unbeknownst to Penelope, Tyrion was sneakily working to remove it.
It wasn’t until the garment came loose and the air hit her back that Penelope realised what he had done.
Penelope only smiled.
Tyrion had enough practice to get her out of her garments and gowns faster than Matilda dressed her.
Laughter erupted in the carriage after the couple forgot about their surroundings, and Penelope’s head collided with the side of the carriage.
Penelope pulled away from the kiss, unable to hold back her laughter.
"We need a bigger carriage," she said.
It was only a joke, but Tyrion truly considered getting a bigger one so they could take more rides around the town.
Tyrion needed more than just a kiss now. He needed what they both wanted.
With only his strength, Tyrion lifted Penelope. He didn’t miss the eagerness in her eyes.
Penelope had a liking for his uniforms, and when he displayed that he was capable of lifting her with ease.
"If we continue , I will need the concoctions from the border that I heard of," said Penelope.
Penelope never understood how he could spill so much of his seed yet be so ready to go again like nothing happened before.
It was a hard task to keep up with a man who always seems ready to be intimate.
Penelope’s arms went around Tyrion’s neck to balance herself.
The carriage moved slowly, but there were a few bumps in the road which could not be avoided.
Penelope didn’t know what was so funny, but she couldn’t stop herself from laughing.
"Care to enlighten me on what puts you in a good mood?" Tyrion asked.
"Was this how you imagined it? Trying not to fall?" Penelope asked.
It was amazing that neither one had fallen to the floor yet.
"It is far better. Keep laughing," Tyrion encouraged Penelope.
He knew that it would soon change.
Penelope’s laughter continued until she felt Tyrion beneath her. Just as erect as he was when she first held him.
Tyrion wore the boyish grin Penelope adored. He was satisfied with himself for getting her laughter to cease.
Penelope didn’t have time to think of something witty to say at the moment. She clung to Tyrion, awaiting the moment he would fill her.
"If you don’t move- Ah!" Penelope gasped, startled by Tyrion entering her.
She knew that it was coming, but he waited for the moment she was distracted by speaking to him.
Penelope rested her head on his shoulder, adjusting to the intrusion.
"You were saying?" Tyrion asked in a taunting tone. He laughed at how fast she gave up.