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It was such a beautiful day at Aubrey Hall. The sky was bright blue and cloudless, a rare occurrence for England, and the temperature was perfect though slightly humid, but tolerable. The slight mugginess in the air gave the grass, trees and plants, in the distance, a faint glow, just adding the dream-like feel of the grounds.
With Penelope's curious-eyed baby boy on her hip, she walked off the stone walkway, in the back of the yard, and into the high, grassy trail. She was so grateful to be here. Wearing an airy, white frock, and her hair down and flowy, she was able to forgo the tight, restrictive corset for a light-support one and did not have to worry about any annoying pins in her hair.
The skirt of her dress swept past the tall grass and flower weeds, almost as tall as her, as they neared the line of trees separating the valleys. She could hear the family's voices and laughter echoing ahead which made her smile and her son reach his arms out.
"You hear them, baby? Yeah," Pen soothed. He made a happy little squeal, bouncing on her hip, and she continued, giggling, "I know. We are almost there."
Settled under the trees, with the long, and high valley hills in their view, all the Bridgerton's, sans Colin, Anthony and Benedict, sat upon scattered picnic blankets in casual attire. The adults conversed and nibbled on finger food as the children chased each other around. Pen made her way out of the trail opening, carefully adjusting her skirts, when her son starting bouncing, kicking his legs and reaching his arms towards his family, a big smile on his face.
"Here we are. He is awake, fed and changed," Penelope said walking up to them. Right on queue, he started making loud, happy screams.
"A very happy baby, indeed," Violet quipped as Hyacinth ran over to meet Pen.
"Come here, you," the teenager said, as he smiled in delight as his Aunt took him in her arms.
"You always hog him, sister," Daphne stated as Hyacinth walked over, "Let me hold him for once."
"No," Hy pouted, pressing him closer and squishing her cheek upon his rosy one, "He's so comfy," he then took a fist of her hair, "Ow!"
"Let your sister hold him, Hyacinth," Pen said, gently removing her son's fist from her hair, "He will not vanish. You may play with him after."
As Daphne took her nephew from her little sister's arms, Penelope noticed Simon and John having a chat with Francesca, and Gregory was seated next to her mother-in-law, but the others were not around.
"Where are the boys," Pen asked curious.
Eloise looked up from her book and pointed across the way. Pen followed that direction and saw two men on horses in the distance, up on the hill. She quickly noticed it was Benedict and Anthony but not her husband. He must be riding on the other side of valley, she presumed, as she slipped out of her slipper shoes and kneeled on the blanket next to El.
Before Penelope could even reach for a piece of fruit, Colin appeared, riding up over the hill. On his brown steed, she watched as he galloped in the opposite direction of his brothers. Standing up off of the horse, he was hunched forward, hanging onto the reigns. His riding was quite skillful and effortless. Both Colin, and the horse, looked very strong and steadfast. From where she was, Pen could see his white, dress shirt was untucked and blowing with the speeds of the wind. His appearance up there, a slight glow around the white of his shirt, from the sun's rays mixing with the humidity, placed Penelope in a bit of a daze.
Standing up, she took a few steps forward, and raised her hand up over her eyes to shield the sun as she watched her husband. He looked like a character out of one of her romance novels. Not that he was not always dreamy to her, but at this moment, she could not believe he was hers.
Even after all they had been through: after being childhood best friends, falling-in-love, sharing intimacy, getting married, overcoming the truth of Whistledown and starting a family of their own, Penelope still had moments where she could not believe Colin Bridgerton chose her. She had become comfortable in his presence as her husband, as they settled into a routine as married people and new parents, but sometimes in random moments, while gazing upon him, she had to remind herself of that reality. Right now, he looked like a Prince out of a Renaissance tale.
That's my husband, she thought with pride as well as sensual allure.
Before Penelope knew it, her bare feet slowly carried her forward, as she took some more steps along the soft grass. A good enough distance from the family now, she found herself in a moment of solitude. Taking no notice of her hair or skirt blowing in the breeze, her fascinated eyes followed Colin galloping on his horse
Colin slowed his horse down and pulled left on the reins to turn him around. Just a trot now, he patted his companion in affection, "Thata boy." As they slowly trotted towards where his brothers were, Colin glanced down the hill where his family were spread out. From his distance, through the haze, if he concentrated well enough he could make out who each was; however, he need not concentrate to make out which was his wife.
There, catching his attention right away, he noticed Penelope standing a good enough ways from the family. She stood below, her red hair and white skirts blowing, staring his way. She was not waving to get his attention, and nothing seemed a miss, that was his first instinctual thought. His second...how bloody beautiful she looked even this far away. How lucky a bastard he was to have her there, waiting for him. And he wanted to go to her.
Clicking his mouth to signal the horse, he tapped the sides of the animal with his boots, and turned the reins to start down the hill.
"Where are you going," he heard Anthony yell in a distance behind him.
Penelope placed her hand over her stomach, a natural gesture her arm did involuntarily, when she experienced any form of anxiousness. Her breath caught, pleasure-filled butterflies filling her insides, as she watched Colin's horse galloping her direction. When the horse slowed, and her husband trotted towards her, she clasped her hands together behind her and could not suppress the cheeky smile upon her face.
Colin smiled himself as he stopped the horse at her side and reached his hand towards her which she instantly took, "Mi lady." Pen snickered, flattered and amused, as he bent down to kiss her hand.
"You look like you are having fun out there," she said and gently pet the horse's snout.
"Me, or Shadow?"
She giggled, "I was not speaking to the horse, but as long as he keeps my husband safe, I hope he is having fun as well."
"Do not worry. I have been riding him here for years. He is a good boy," Colin said patting the horse again and answered her question, "I am enjoying myself. It feels good to be riding out here on the grounds again. I have missed it. I cannot wait for the day our son is old enough so I may teach him."
Penelope made a nervous expression, "Not for many, many years, Colin. Perhaps, when he is Gregory's age."
"Nonsense. My Papa started teaching me when I was all but the age of four. Granted it was on a pony, but it is best, with any endeavor in life, to start small and work your skill up. Perhaps, I shall take him for a ride here, just a trot..."
Pen gasped, her eyes widening, "You will not!"
Colin laughed, "I am kidding, Pen."
Her expression softened but her body language was stiff as she crossed her arms, "Your jest was not amusing."
"Seems motherhood has sensitized you to my jokes, my love."
"Only when they are about the safety of our son."
"I am a very safe rider. When he is old enough, he will be taught from the best with the utmost care and safety. But, it is best he starts before Gregory's age. Most boys do. It is a natural thing to learn. The same as a girl does when corset training."
"I know you will keep him safe, when the time comes, but accidents happen, Colin. You fell off your horse when you were three and ten."
"Because a ten-year-old girl's hat hit me and I lost my balance," he teased.
Pen's cheeks blushed, "He is only a baby. Must we speak so far into the future? It makes me quite nervous."
"Unfortunately, the years go by fast. I hear, even more so when you are a parent; however, you and I usually live in the moment so perhaps that will keep time at a steady pace for us."
"I hope so."
"Speaking of him, he is up from his nap I presume?"
"Yes and fed and cleaned. He is a happy little thing over there with his Aunt Daphne," Pen turned around to look and Colin sat up straighter as well as he glanced up. Daphne was child free at the moment and Pen's eyes went to Hyacinth who was not holding her baby but Anthony and Kate's. Small panic surged through her a moment when she spotted him in Violet's arms.
"No, now he is with his Grandmama," Pen smiled.
"They pass him around like a checker board."
Penelope laughed, "They love him so much."
"And they love you just as much, as do I."
"I love you, too."
Like a reflex, Pen reached up on her tippy toes and he leaned down, but the height of the horse and her small stature made it difficult to connect for a kiss on the lips. Colin reached too far he grabbed on to the horse and pulled himself up before he lost his balance which made Penelope giggle.
"I am afraid you will have to come down here."
"Or you come up here."
"Right," she said, thinking he were teasing.
"Come on."
"Come on, what?"
"Come take a ride with me."
Pen's eyes widened as he got off the horse effortlessly, "What do you mean?"
"What do you mean, what do I mean," he said absurd at her question before he gave her that quick peck on the lips.
"Colin, you know I do not know how to ride."
Suddenly, he made a funny 'yeah, right' sound mixed with salaciousness and she quickly hit his stomach with the back of her hand.
"Do not be naughty. That is not what I meant," she retorted with a sly smile upon her face.
Colin placed his arm around her, holding her close, "Will you please take a little ride with me? Not separately, but together on the horse. I will sit behind you and will be in full control. You will be safe, I promise."
"I kn-know you will keep me safe, but I..." she stammered nervously.
"I will go slow. You will enjoy it."
Pen spoke under her breath, "Where have I heard that before."
Colin made a surprised sound, stepping back with a laugh at her barb, "Now, whose the one being naughty," he grabbed her hand pulled her to him again, kissing the crown of her head, "Do you not wish to partake in that experience, a lovely ride with me around the grounds? I know I would."
Pen hesitated, but he could see her resolve dropping. She turned to look back at the family, making sure her baby was ok.
"He is fine. We will not be long."
"Alright."
Colin, excited, let her go to make sure the saddle was secure. As he did so, she took a step closer and placed her hands on her hips, "And how on earth am I going to even get up there? I do not think I can even reach the footing of the saddle. Are you to lift me?"
"I will give you a boost up and you will loop your leg over."
"Wait...I do not have shoes on."
"That is fine. You will just be up on the horse. We are not taking a hike. Here. Place your foot in my hand."
Penelope chuckled nervously as he got into a stance hunched over with his palm over the other to cup her foot. She grabbed onto his shoulder but did not lift her foot, "You are going to boost me and I will roll right over the other side."
Colin chuckled, "You will not. After I lift you, grab onto the saddle horn and loop your leg over so you are straddling."
"I am not too heavy?"
"Penelope!"
She knew he hated it whenever she spoke of her weight as if it were 'too much' but she could not help it.
"Alright, alright. Just—by God, do not boost me like you did to Eloise in the pond when we were children."
Colin kept his stance, but he made a little growl of frustration.
"I am sorry," she giggled, "I am scared."
"Foot, now," he gently demanded.
Penelope placed her bare foot in his hand and grabbed onto his shoulder for support with one hand while the other reached up for the reins.
"Alright, on the count of three," he said, "one, two...three!"
Penelope squealed as she was easily lifted, her view now above the horse. She grabbed onto the horn and swung her free leg over the saddle. She barely had time to register the feel of the horse beneath her when Colin joined in back of her. The movement, however, made the horse take a step forward. She made a frightened sound, sitting forward and grabbing the horses neck for balance.
"I've got you," Colin said, holding her around the waist securely, "Sit up, sweetheart. You are not going any where."
Pen slowly sat up, but she had not much to go, as he stated, because her back was met with his chest and his left arm was braced entirely around her middle, his fingers slightly pressing into the dip of her waist on the other side.
"I have got the reins. You can hold onto the horn there in front of you if you would like."
As if she did not even hear him, she instantly grabbed on hand on the arm around her waist, while the other reached back a bit to grab onto his leg.
"Or there."
"We are...quite a ways up from the ground," she said, looking down at the grass below them a ways.
"I cannot lie, Shadow is quite tall, even for me."
"Perhaps we should borrow another horse that is shorter."
"We have already defeated getting you up here. We are not going to start over. Are you ready?"
"No."
"Move your ankles."
"What?"
"Tap the horse with your ankles."
Penelope did what he said and the horse immediately started moving. Penelope's nails dug into his forearm and leg as they walked forward, swaying slightly with the movement of it.
"We are only walking, Pen, you can relax your claws."
Penelope, immediately realizing, removed her nails, "I am sorry."
"Just relax. Shadow is relaxed."
They walked on over to the family, who immediately all noticed Pen up there with Colin. Violet, holding their baby, pointed, "Look, your Mama and Papa are on the horse. Look, darling."
Eloise, shocked, walked up to them, "How in the he..."
"Eloise," Violet warned.
"HECK," El corrected, "Did my brother persuade you to get on top a horse, especially one that tall?"
"I think he wanted to live out some fantasy of taking a damsel in distress for a ride," Pen joked, giggling, but quite nervously.
"Mother, do you mind watching him for a little while so I can take my wife for a little jot around the grounds?"
"Of course. Go on."
"Are you sure," Pen said, "He may get cranky. I can stay."
Colin rolled his eyes as Violet responded, "I have raised eight children and he is not my first grandbaby, Penelope. All will be well. Go on now. Have fun."
Colin clicked his tongue for the horse and they continued on their way. Colin had the horse walk around steadily until he felt Penelope relax, her body still alert but not tense.
"See, is it not that bad, right?"
"I have not fallen off, so I say that is a win. It was a very nice ride."
"You speak as if we are done."
"But are we not done yet?"
"We have not even begun," he chuckled into her ear.
"What do you mean?"
"Sometimes getting over a fear is getting through the worst part of it....like hastily ripping a bandage off instead of peeling it off slowly. It only prolongs the pain if you do the latter. You are not going to enjoy the ride with me fully with the horse only slowly walking around."
Penelope's mouth opened aghast, "Colin Christopher Bridgerton, you better not do what I think you are about to do."
Colin kissed her ear before he held her tighter and gripped the reins tighter as well, "Hang on."
Before Pen could respond, Colin hit the sides of his horse harder, triggering the horse to start running, not at full speed but enough to make his wife scream.
"COLIN!!!"
Anthony and Benedict both broke out into laughter as they watched their brother, and a happily terrified sister-in-law, quickly gallop by on the horse. Ben turned his horse and started after them until he was galloping side-by-side at the same speed.
"You may want to slow down, brother. You are nearly giving your wife a heart-attack."
"She loves it," Colin shouted.
"Penelope, it's less frightening if you open your eyes!"
"Shut up," she screeched, her eyes closed tight.
Pen kept her eyes shut and her hands braced against her husband, even though he held her so securely she could barely move her torso. She registered the movement of ascension as the horse ran up hill then found relief as they gradually came to a stop.
She did not open her eyes as she relaxed her body and let out a rough exhale, "Why would you do that to me?"
"Do not be so dramatic, my love," Colin whispered, now embracing her with both arms, as he placed a kiss to her neck, "We both know you love thrill. Open your eyes."
Pen did and was instantly amazed. They were on the very top of Aubrey Hill, and from their distance from the ground, as they sat upon the tall horse, it looked as if they could be floating. The land was vast, greenery was rich, water sparkled against the sun in the distance and the blue sky was never ending, like an ocean.
"The view is worth it up here, is it not?"
"I have never seen the land like this before," she said in a hushed tone, as if anything louder would disturb mother nature. "It is so much quieter up here. It is as if the air has an echo."
"It is beautiful...well, almost as beautiful as you that is."
Pen let out a very small, breathy chuckle, as she rolled her head back against him, and hugged his forearms. For a long moment, they just enjoyed the view in silence, enjoying their closeness in the experience.
"Pen," his voice was full of wonder.
"Hm?"
"Can you believe we have the life we do now, married and parents?"
Penelope instantly heard not her husband, nor the father of her child, but her friend's voice speak to her in question.
She kept the back of her head against him as she gently rolled it side-to-side as if saying 'no', "It is mindboggling for me sometimes, if I am completely honest. It is funny you ask that."
"Why?"
"Because just earlier I found myself having a moment of...I do not know, I suppose, astonishment. Sometimes I will have a spontaneous thought, while looking at you, that I am not that juvenile Featherington girl lolly-gazing over her infatuation. When I saw you up here, riding Shadow, like some story book hero ready to save a Princess, I could not believe that it was I, Penelope Bridgerton, staring at her husband and the father of her child."
Colin chuckled as he kissed her cheek.
"Do not laugh," she giggled.
"I do not laugh at you, Pen, I laugh because I had the same thought."
Pen turned as safely as she could to look at him over her shoulder, "What do you mean?"
"When I saw you standing down there, your attention only on me, and your hair and dress blowing like some...enchantress..."
Penelope giggled, "Colin."
"I am just saying, the way you supposedly see me sometimes is how I view you as well. Imagine what it is like for me, to be riding up here, as free spirited as I was, only to stop and see you down below, waiting for me...only me. I am one of the lucky ones to not have been coerced into a marriage with some dewy-eyed debutant but to have a wife manifested out of a lifelong friend, and one whom is as free spirited in person as I am in moments when I am able to ride my steed or travel upon a ship. I did not solely choose you as much as you did not solely choose me, Pen. We chose each other."
Pen took a deep breath through tears and exhaled, blowing her bangs out of her face, "You are going to make me cry, you know that?"
"Good. You are pretty when you cry."
"With a nose as red as Saint Nicholas on the eve of Yuletide, no less."
"Fine. I will change the subject. Be honest, you were not really just staring at me out of nostalgia when I was riding. You were observing my handsome features," he flirted playfully.
Penelope laughed, her nose not reddening but her cheeks, "I was, and as much as you were most likely staring at my bosom as we galloped just now," she then adjusted the bust of her dress, "I am surprised I did not come loose. I am not wearing the proper attire for this sport."
"I would not have minded."
"Ha! I know you would not have, but I would have, especially with your brother riding along side us."
Colin made a face, "You are right. I would have had to duel him, you know."
"It would not have been his fault," she laughed.
"But it would have been, him looking."
"Oh, you are impossible."
"I will bring you back now, but I will go slow."
"You said that the first time."
"Well, I meant I would go slow to start off. I mean it this time taking you back."
"No. We can continue riding."
"You sure?"
"Yes. Seeing I survived the sprinting, a few more moments riding at a nice pace will be alright."
Colin was happy to ride with his wife, at a steady pace, but he rode her away from the open valley, away from prying eyes. Across past the house, they made their way to the other side of the grounds. They did not speak much, instead enjoying this small adventure of solitude as they made their way into the opposite forest following a trail.
The horses pace in the forest's trail was slow and deliberate. Colin enjoyed the shadows of the trees blocking the bright sun, making it a bit cooler, as Penelope lulled back against her husband again, in contentment. Every so often, she'd lift her hand to feel the low hanging leaves and pointed out any brightly colored bird or squirrel that she spotted close by.
When they came to an opening, Penelope spotted a large willow tree nestled on the side of the bank, along the small river.
"Look," she said excited, "Is that the same baby willow tree El and I used to play under?"
"Yep."
"Oh my gosh. Look how much it has grown."
"I know it. Here, want to see it," he maneuvered the horse to turn that direction until stopping nearby.
Colin hopped off and grabbed the reins to tie it around another tree trunk there. When the horse was secure, he lifted his hands for his wife. He helped her carefully maneuver her leg to where she was sitting side saddle before he grabbed her waist and lifted her off. Penelope thought he was going to set her down but instead he held her bridal style and started walking.
"What are you doing, silly," she said, her arms wrapped around his shoulders.
"You have no shoes on and there is nothing but twigs and soil here. There is a whole patch of grass under the tree. I will set you there."
It was such a small gesture, and so natural for someone like Colin, but to Pen it was such an affirmation of love to continue to be shown such care.
When they arrived at the willow's thick and long hanging limbs and leaves, Penelope held a curtain of them back so they could enter more easily. The two were immediately cascaded in a bubble of privacy within, only peeks of sunlight streaming through and the gentle sound of the water intruding the space.
Colin set his wife down onto her bare feet upon the soft patch of grass, nearly untouched there.
"My gosh..." she said looking up at it, "...when I was a little girl I thought it was big, but even now it is bigger as an adult."
"Not as large as the willow in park at Mayfair."
"No, but this one has much more seclusion."
Colin peeked out the other side of the tree, to glance at the water, "Remember the last time we were under a willow tree?"
Penelope's face expressed horror as her husband's was sheepish, "I do not even want to think about it. I was a total ninny."
"You were not," he laughed.
"I was so bloody awkward."
"You," he emphasized, "I am the one that followed you there then could barely get a word in edgewise."
"All I could do was smile like a loon and remind myself to breathe. Gods, I was so nervous to be around you."
"Why," he said, his eyes sparkling.
"Oh, stop that. You know exactly why."
"You were not a loon, you were a girl who had her first kiss. It is normal. I was just as nervous as you were. That is why I rambled on and agreed with every thing you were saying."
"Why were you nervous? I was the one that asked you to kiss me. I assumed at the time that you were acting strange because you regretted kissing me."
Colin let out a startled laugh and looked at her with complete absurdity, "Pen, I was nervous because I felt like teenage boy who just discovered how to make himself come."
Penelope's eyes widened in hilarious shock at his bluntness. Blushing, she placed her hand over her mouth trying not to laugh, "Colin."
"I wanted nothing more than to pin you against the tree trunk and kiss you again. I was a rambling idiot because it was the first time being face-to-face with you since kissing you. After we parted, I started having erotic dreams of you and was realizing that me feelings for you ran far beyond our friendship."
Pen blinked surprised, "I thought you started having dreams about me ever since Lord Debling started courting me."
"No. Before him. His presence was just the catalyst that gave me a kick in the arse to finally tell you how I felt."
The side of her lips curved up amusingly, with a wicked undertone, as Colin snaked his arms around her waist and playfully started walking them backwards.
"What were the details of these dreams?"
"Let us just say, we have already done everything in real life that I had fantasized about."
Penelope felt her backside gently press up against the trunk of the tree and she caressed his jaw with her fingertip, teasing, "You want to know what I fantasized about after we kissed?"
"Hm," he purred in question, leaning in to give her a kiss.
"I often wondered what would have happened if I had not run away. I did not know the full extent of intimacy then, of course, but I did think about whether we would have gone on kissing. I lay in my bed that evening and imagined that you liked kissing me so much that you would have pressed me against the wall so I myself could feel you pressed up against me."
"That was actually one of the first erotic dreams I had about you, you know," he murmured against her neck, kissing it, "Pressing you against the garden archway and kissing you senseless until you gasped my name." Pen closed her eyes in ecstasy as he sucked at the sweet spot of her neck, her entire body erupting in pleasure shivers. Colin then continued, "And I did not just like kissing you, I was obsessed by it...so much so that when I got to kiss you again, I ended up ravishing you in a carriage."
"After running after it first," she teased, scraping her nails against his scalp. "You deserve a medal for that I think."
"I did not need a medal. You were my prize," he breathed as his mouth opened and sucked in the exposed skin of her cleavage above the bust of her dress. It reminded her of the first time he had done that to her bosom in that carriage, and she was more aroused by it now because she knew what that act led to. Then, she became wet by the action, now she was slick because she knew how her body would release the feelings.
"Do you want to know what would have happened if the carriage had not stopped then," he breathed, his voice vibrating against her skin, as his hand slid to cup her breast.
"I gather that it would not have been a chaise that we defiled, but a carriage bench," she smiled through arousal.
His voice was seductive, but flirtatious, "I would never have taken your virtue in that carriage, Pen. What kind of cad do you think I am?"
"One that puts his fingers inside of a virtuous girl inside that carriage," she retorted back just as flirtatiously.
"With her consent," her reminded.
"Colin, I would have probably let you done anything to me in the carriage that evening," she giggled.
"I know you would have, but I would not have taken your virginity then. There is something else, though, that I wanted to do if we were not interrupted. And I was so aroused and ready for release at that point, I would have just done it without approval beforehand."
"Which is," she asked completely bemused.
He simply dropped to his knees before her and smiled up at her with that wicked flair he usually possessed in moments like these.
Pen giggled breathlessly, his intentions fully recognized, "I know I said I would have probably let you done anything to me, but if you had suddenly placed your face between my legs in the carriage, I would have probably crushed your skull like a walnut. I would have been so startled, that my knees..." snapped her hands together, "...like a reflex."
"You did not do that the first time I did it."
"Because on the way home from my sister's ball, you told me what you were going to do. You even asked for my permission then, remember?"
"Do I need permission now?"
Her eyes not leaving his, Pen reached for her skirt and bunched it up in her fists, just enough to reveal her knees. Mrs. Bridgerton was ready and willing, as she always was.
With her short stature, Colin was able to sit back comfortably on his heels as he maneuvered one of her knees over his shoulder, before his face disappeared under her skirts.
Penelope leaned her head back against the tree, closing her eyes and licking her lips as her husband's tongue, once again, licked, flicked and twirled with efficacy around the sensitive numb at the top of her sex. It wasn't the act itself that she enjoyed, it was the knowing it was Colin Bridgerton's mouth doing wicked things to her. The thought alone made her weak in the knees. This was one of many, many times that he had demonstrated this act on her, but the experience never dulled or became familiar. It was as if it was a different experience each time, just like their coupling.
Penelope became too lost in the sensation of pleasure that he was creating, she could not find the willpower to lift her head and look down at him, which she often like to do in amazement, and arousal. So, instead, her hand flew to the back of his head, feeling his rhythmic movements. When her nails scraped over his scalp, he groaned against her in satisfaction. The vibration of him rolled straight off his tongue, against her clit, that had her whimpering in delight. Her voice, always getting him off, catapulted Colin to stop with the deliberate ministrations of his tongue and to go a little more unfettered. His goal...to pull more sounds from his little wife.
When Pen felt his mouth open against her, sucking her in, and wiggling his tongue all over her sensitive bundle of nerves, she gasped as an orgasmic rush hit her body like a lightning bolt. The energy of it rushed through her veins, tingling her entire body to where her flesh erupted in goosepimples and her nipples hardened, scratched under her dress. His hold on her became harder as his mouth became relentless. She could not help the little mewls of pleasure from her throat as pleasure built, getting stronger and stronger.
Her free hand flew up over her head, her finger tips scraping the bark of the tree behind her, as Colin pushed two fingers inside of her. The parallels of his tongue, and the pressing of his digits upon the overwhelming area of her inside, was perhaps her favorite thing that he ever did to her. It was not new of course, but if he only did this in their lovemaking, she would always be a happy woman, indeed. However, even though his current actions brought her profuse, and selfish, physical pleasure, Penelope would also die happy if all she experienced was Colin moving inside of her, even if it came without pleasure for her. Luckily, it did, tremendously, but she loved, absolutely adored, the intimacy and connection they shared when their bodies joined. Even if he they were not looking at one another, which they often did, she could still feel his immense love and sensual attraction for her during intercourse. And after this romantic afternoon, she wanted to feel him again and she wanted to come to her peak in that union.
Getting close, Penelope found it terribly hard to stop her hips from rolling against him as the pleasure built to almost near completion, but she managed. Slightly grasping his hair, she stilled her movements, gasping as her eyebrows kneaded in displeasure.
"Colin...Colin, stop," she warned. He did so immediately, pulling back to look at her a bit confused since he knew she had been close. She lovingly demanded, her lips parted breathlessly and her eyes clouded over erotically, "Come up here."
He rose to his feet and was immediately pulled against her as Pen grabbed him and kissed him passionately. He responded whole-heartedly, opening his mouth against hers and pressing his hardened cock up against her stomach, which was straining in his breeches. The couple made out against the tree, sharing some sexually charged kisses, and their bodies finding refuge against one another. They only broke apart so she could look down at what her hands were doing, unfastening his belt and pants.
Colin exhaled with anticipation, "How do you want me, love?"
The corner of Pen's mouth twitched upwards in amusement before she wrapped her arms around his neck, "Up."
Pen was not completely comfortable yet, to have Colin hold her up if they had sex standing. She was excited when he lifted her and pressed her against something, but by the middle of their rendezvous, she always had him set her down, or lay her down, on the nearest surface. He had told her time-and-time again she was not heavy for him, but she was still learning to trust her own insecurities. Baby steps. Right now, she was so close, it would not take long, and she wanted to face him. Either of them laying down on the grass, or from behind, did not seem ideal in this circumstance.
Colin happily obliges as he bent down just enough to grasp under her thighs and lift her. With her back pressed against the tree, she helped him maneuver her skirts out of the way as he reached and took himself out of his pants. Neither could really see, but they definitely could feel. She could feel the top of him run down her length and he could feel her slick coat him before he aligned himself at her opening. They both moaned as his entire length slid in easily with the push.
The building orgasm was still there. Her muscles squeezed against him, she was pulsating. It did not feel only heavenly to her but to him as well as he started moving slowly back and forth.
"I am not going to last long," she breathed against his open mouth.
"Neither am I," he groaned, "You feel so good."
"More."
He sped up just a bit, angling her the way he knew she needed, making sure his pelvis met hers with every push in. Pen held him, loving the sensation of him, and the pleasure and she vocally let him know with each whimper and moan.
"There is something I would have said to you..." Pen started, as Colin's deep groan echoed alongside her voice, "...the first time we made love, if I...ahh...if I was confident enough."
"What's that," he breathed out.
Pen grabbed his head to look him in the eye, "Harder."
Colin was so taken aback; he completely stilled his movements. He looked like he just had the best shock of a lifetime in that exact moment and it shocked his body into giving her exactly what she said.
The force of his thrusts had Penelope crying out loudly in elation as her orgasm neared. She grasped the low hanging branch for leverage as her body started stiffening, her hips working against his thrusts as much as he was giving. With her body tightening against him, her womb starting to contract around his cock and soaking him even more, Colin became just as vocal, if not even more desperate.
He was relieved and so turned on when her facial expression contorted and her cries became silent. She had reached her peak. Not two seconds later, her body started milking him with tight, pulsating contractions as she whimpered in ecstasy. He continued his thrusts, his balls tingling, he could feel it rising. Two more hard thrusts and his cock twitched. Colin's groans became needy just before he spurted out multiple ropes inside of her. Nearly growling, he continued coming within his beautiful Pen, the love of his life.
The two remained in the same position, gazing upon one another, with immense adoration as the world around them was non-existent. The low hanging branches of the willow tree softly swayed in the breeze, the water gurgled in the current and the soft snort of the horse was heard, but all they could hear was each other's heartbeat.
After a long moment, Penelope spoke softly, "Darling."
"Hm," he happily murmured, dragging his nose against her cheek.
"You did not pull out."
"I know. I could not help it I suppose."
Pen giggled, "That is the first time you have done that since the baby was born."
"We agreed to it."
"I know, but now?"
"If anything comes from it, how do you feel about that?"
"If it is God's will, then of course I am alright by it. But let us try to continue being careful until we know for sure. If it is not meant to be, I would still like to wait just a little bit longer."
Colin smiled, gently lifted her and setting her down to her feet, "Mentally, I agree, but physically it is not always easy especially with how you make me feel."
She fixed his hair as he fixed his belt, "Thank you for a lovely experience today, husband. I am glad I went riding with you."
Colin cocked an eyebrow, "On the horse or..."
"Of course on the h--" Pen then realized his pun and she gasped, "Oh!"
They both broke out into laughter, which echoed and emanated from within the willow tree.