Chapter 117: Closer (7)
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.