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Colin is asleep but his cock is hot and hard in Penelope’s mouth.
She runs her tongue in a sweeping wave on the underside of his cock, memorising the shape of him by feel, savouring the drop of saltiness on the back of her tongue. She feels him twitch, tapping the roof of her mouth and stretching her lips wider as he grows, and she wonders if he’ll wake soon.
She is eager for it, wanting him to wake, to take hold of her hair, to use her mouth with quick, rough thrusts until he’s spilling down her throat. The thought makes her clench in anticipation, arousal pooling in her centre.
She is insatiable.
He fucked her twice last night, once as they spooned before bed, rocking into her with tormentingly shallow pulses until she shattered. Then, on his knees in the shower, he had fucked her with his tongue before hoisting her up against the shower wall and filling her again.
Shit. Maybe that was three times?
She can’t help it though. The nausea has abated and second trimester pregnancy hormones are making her insane with horniness.
Penelope wants to fuck and be fucked all the time.
“Mmm, good morning to you too, baby.” Colin’s voice is deep and rough with sleep, and she can hear the smirk lacing his tone.
She pops off his cock and blows gently on it, watching it bob before her face. He has such a pretty cock. After gazing admiringly for a few more moments, she looks up at his face and finds him biting back amusement.
“What!? I missed you,” she pouts, defending her unabashed desire.
He throws his head back on a laugh, but within a few seconds his hips start thrusting up off the bed, communicating he’s eager for her, too. “Don’t worry, I’m not complaining,” he says. She feels his fingers thread through her curls—just as she had hoped—and opens her mouth for him as he guides her back to him with light pressure on her scalp.
With his cock back in its proper place, Penelope hums contentedly and Colin groans at the sensation. She swings her leg over his knees, spreading herself over him and pinning him to the bed. The cool morning air hits her centre with her spread legs exposing her and she’s so keyed up that it’s almost enough to make her come.
She feels his thrusts pick up speed, knowing what it does to him to feel that little bit of restraint as he fucks into her mouth—a balance between being pinned down and controlling the pace.
Slipping her hand between her own legs, she slowly traces a circle around her centre, the featherlight touch all she needs when she is spread so wide and has his hard cock in her mouth. It feels so fucking good: sitting astride her husband, baring herself, sucking him deep into her mouth, wanting all of him inside her. She doesn’t last long.
As she spasms around nothing but her own fingertip, squeezing her knees around the outside of his thighs, she splashes her release onto his legs. The vibrations of her moan pull his climax from him, flooding her mouth and she swallows eagerly, so hungry for him.
“Fuck, baby. I love your hormones.” He flops back on the bed with a lazy, satisfied smile gracing his face.
“I love them too,” she says, catching her breath and smiling back at him, licking her lips. God, he looks so handsome. He’s sprawled naked before her, all long lean muscle and tanned skin, just the right amount of chest hair, the world’s most beautiful cock resting against his belly.
She feels herself clench at the sight of him, already horny for more, and she groans at herself. “I love them and I hate them. I can’t think about anything but your cock.”
“And my fingers and my tongue.” He wiggles his eyebrows.
She huffs out a laugh. She loves this man and his gorgeous, proud face and all of his talented body parts. She loves him so much and she’s overwhelmed with gladness to be his wife. Loving him in secret for the dozen years of their friendship built up vast stores of adoration that pour forth freely. And now that she is carrying his child, she’s so— Tears prick the backs of her eyes and her chest tightens. It’s wild how quickly she can vacillate from extreme pleasure to… aching sadness.
“I just feel so— Is there something wrong with me?” She hides her face behind her palms, trying to press her tears back into her head and, at the same time, afraid she will mount his adorably smug face if she looks at him one second longer.
“What kind of mother will I be? Am I going to even be able to take care of our baby if I just want to be fucked all day long? And—look at me,” she says gesturing to her belly now, getting more hysterical by the second. “I’m growing and getting all stretched out and what if— what if you don’t want to fuck me anymore but that’s all I want.” She’s outright wailing now and she hates this part of the mood swings too.
A tiny part of her knows this is completely irrational, knows that it’s natural for her hormones to make her horny now, knows that Colin will always love and desire her, knows that an equal amount of hormones will kick in with fierce motherly instincts when the time is right.
But that tiny part cannot compete with the hurricane thrashing through her, making her feral for Colin’s cock and at the same time making her feel so ashamed of her wantonness.
“Hey, shhh, shh, babe, no.” Colin scrambles upright and closes the distance between them on the bed, anchoring her to his chest. “You are going to be the best mother to our little one, and this is completely natural.” He rubs soothing little strokes down her arm and wipes the tears that are now flowing freely down her face. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of—the way you want me is so sexy —”
“Half the time I think I could get fucked ten times a day and still want more, and half the time, I’m sobbing. How is that sexy?” She demands, pulling away to look up at him. “I’m a mess.”
“You’re my mess and I love you, just the way you are.” His response is so instinctive and so genuine, she can’t help but start to believe him. He pulls her back to him and resumes his comforting motions. “Did I ever tell you… I used to wonder what you would be like in bed?”
His cheeky admission startles a laugh out of her. “No! You never said.”
“Well, I didn’t want you to know I was such a wanker.” She can hear the smile in his voice. “But whenever you wore a short little dress, I would wonder if you’d like to be bent over and take it from behind.” Colin’s hand caresses down to her hip, heat igniting in its wake. “I would picture your creamy thighs and think: would you want to be spanked?” He gives a little tap to the side of her arse, and Penelope squirms, feeling that familiar prickle of warmth between her legs. “And any time you showed up to a Bridgerton pool day in a bikini, trust that I was spending that evening wondering if you would like to be on top to feel your magnificent tits bounce freely.” His hand travels back up her side until he’s grazing the underside of her heavy breast, teasing her nipple to a peak with two gentle fingers.
“But I can’t say that I ever imagined you would wake up wanting to swallow my cock…”
“Colin!” Penelope attempts to scold him but it comes out throaty and transparently horny.
He grins down at her and it makes her feel like he’s proud to have such a lustful wife. “So trust me when I say that I love discovering this side of you.”
As he speaks, his hand moves down to caress her belly. “You are growing our baby, Pen, and it’s my privilege to try to keep my wife satisfied. But I know it won’t always be like this and that’s okay too. We’ll just… take advantage of this time together, follow our instincts, and you’ll let me make you feel good as much as I can, yeah?”
He tips her chin up to lock their eyes and behind the outpouring of love, she sees something swirling there she can’t quite identify.
“Because making you happy is what makes me happy,” he finishes firmly, squeezing her closer to him and she nods, letting him comfort her for a few more moments.
As the storm of sadness finishes dissipating, her reignited desire begins to burn hotter and she doesn’t try to fight it. Colin said they should follow their instincts and she trusts him. So she begins to twirl her fingertips over his chest, playing with the hair there. “You and your beautiful cock do make me so happy.” She is trying to sound so earnest but her lips turn up at the corners, betraying her feigned pout.
He can only laugh in response, pulling her down with him and rolling atop her, smothering her with kisses that they both know will lead to round two, exactly as she hoped.