more than I could’ve imagined,” I said quietly, almost to myself.
“The sex, you mean?” Penelope looked up at me.
“No. I mean. Yes. I find it hard not to touch you and”—I was about to say “fuck” but opted instead for a term I’d never used before— “make love to you. But it’s more than that.”
We lay down, and I held her in my arms. All the dramas unfolding around me faded away. Her head rested on my shoulder as I stroked her gently. She turned to look at me, and my lips met hers. It was tender kiss, soft and profound, filled with emotion. I tasted her tears.
“Are you okay?”
“I just can’t believe I’m here with you and that this is all real.”
“It’s real, all right.” I stroked her hair. “I really missed this.”
“What? Fucking me?”
“We’re not fucking right now.” I looked at her. “I meant, just holding you. It surprises me.”
“How so?”
I exhaled. “I’m normally claustrophobic. I used to hate being hugged.”
“That just makes you uptight.”
“Yep. Guilty as charged.” I sniffed. “I don’t have to put on an act around you.”
“Why would you anyway? Have you looked in the mirror lately?”
“I try to avoid them. In any case, that’s just superficial crap. It’s what’s in here.” I tapped my head.
“So, you only like me for my brain?” she asked with a teasing smile.
I fell into her seductive dark eyes and grinned. I pointed to her face. “You’re also pretty easy on the eyes.”
I stroked her breasts and palmed her cherrylike nipples. “I’d be lying if I didn’t admit to getting hard watching the bounce of your beautiful tits when you walk.” My fingers continued down to her pussy. “And you have a very sexy pussy.”
“I don’t like cats. I prefer dogs.” She cocked her gorgeous head, and I laughed.
I parted her folds, and my finger entered her creamy pussy. “You’re mine. No one has ever been here. I want it to remain that way. I want this tight little cunt for myself.”
She let out a sigh as I continued to rub her clit. “You’re dirty. You know that?”
“Mm… nothing wrong with being dirty around someone you love, is there?”
She bit her lip and shook her head, her eyes watery and her cheeks flushed. “No. I like dirty too. And…” She stroked my throbbing cock. “I love your big dick inside of me.”
She rubbed herself against me provocatively.
She turned, but I held her there.
“No. I want to see your eyes when you come.”
Her sweet smile was so seductive that my dick was engorged to the point of eruption. One week without sex with Penelope seemed a lifetime. I was clearly addicted.
She spread her legs wide and allowed me on top. Her nails dug into my arms as my dick slid in. Although she was tight, she was lubricated from my earlier orgasm.
Her pelvis grinding against mine and the heat and intensity of feeling her threatened to take me over the edge. I fondled her breasts as our groins gyrated in perfect rhythm, her tightness engorging my hungry cock.
My lips ate hers as we found our rhythm, I felt her little cunt tighten around my dick, and moaning sweetly in my ear, she shuddered in my hands while, at the same time, I climaxed.
“I love you” was the last thing I remembered saying before succumbing to a satisfyingly deep, nightmare-free sleep.
46
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PENELOPE
RAVEN ABBEY LOOKED LIKE something out of Grimm’s Fairy Tales. I almost expected a scarf to float out of the turret’s window. It certainly was an artist’s playground, and I couldn’t wait to create some sketches.
I was so taken with the facade, climbing up the stairs to what was now a hotel, that I tripped, and Blake caught me in those strong arms of his.
“You lived here?” I asked, my mouth wide. The grand entrance with the double staircase that spiraled to the first floor captivated me.
Blake nodded.
“Hello, Mr. Sinclair,” said the woman at the desk.
“Morning, Claire. This is Penelope, my girlfriend. Just taking her for a tour.”
“Welcome,” she said in a broad Irish accent.
“There’s a fresh batch of scones being served.” She gave me a bright smile.
Blake looked at me, and I nodded keenly. The country air had stimulated my appetite.
We broke our journey by staying at Nottingham, which was like stepping back in time. I gasped in wonder as we wandered through the forest, imagining Robin Hood in a tree, about to pounce. We even stayed at a castle that was now a hotel. I was convinced