Chapter 19
Penelope
It felt as if she’d been wrung out.
There was nothing left of Penelope in her body.
She was outside it, floating above, still high on the orgasm that had wrecked her.
Rachel had rolled her onto her side and pulled her in close so that they could cuddle.
She was vaguely aware of the fact that she was clinging to her Domme, but only vaguely.
That had been the most intense orgasm she’d had in years; possibly ever.
She couldn’t remember the last time she’d screamed in pleasure like that. After Cristina had mocked her for how low loud she’d get, she made the conscious decision to hold back, so as not to make a fool of herself.
Rachel had ripped any self-consciousness from her soul until all that was left was this kernel of desire that she’d coaxed into full bloom.
She let herself fall back down into her body and went limp against the pillows.
“Hey there, Pen. You okay?”
Rachel looked as mussed up as she felt, her lips bitten pink, her hair all over the place. Penelope didn’t say anything, just reached up and pulled the other woman down to kiss her deeply. She could taste herself on Rachel’s lips, but she didn’t care. She wanted this. Needed this.
Since their first kiss the previous day, Penelope found herself obsessing about the feel of Rachel’s lips, soft against hers, and right now it was everything she needed.
“Penny? Penelope?”
She murmured faintly, wanting more kisses. Rachel laughed softly against her lips and kissed her again. “I have no idea what time it even is, but I suspect an earlyish dinner and some water is in order.”
Penelope muttered protests at being left, but when Rachel popped into the other room, she pulled the covers back up and over her body and let herself drift toward sleep.
Rachel had slept for a good few hours earlier, and Penny had laid there with her Domme in her arms and thought.
So now she was quite happy to let go of everything and just relax.
When Rachel returned, she’d cocooned herself in the blankets, just her head peeking out.
“Well, don’t you look comfy.”
She nodded. “Uh huh.”
“Have some water for me.”
Penelope pulled a face, and Rachel shook her head. “Oh, dear God. Have I unleashed your inner brat?”
“Perhaps,” she said, smirking.
“Well, brats need a firm hand, so you’re going to drink your water.”
“ Fiiiiiiiine .” Penny wasn’t really bratting; she was just being playful, and Rachel seemed to know that. She drank her water without much complaint, and then looked pointedly at Rachel until the other woman sighed.
“Fine, I’ll go and drink some water as well. Will that please you?”
“It will indeed,” said Penelope primly. Now that she knew that more intense sexual scenes could result in Rachel experiencing top drop, she was going to be more strict about ensuring that her Domme was looked after as well.
“You’re too fucking cute,” said Rachel, in between gulps of water.
“You need looking after too,” said Penny. “I’d be remiss if I didn’t ensure that you rehydrate as well.”
Rachel’s eyes softened at that. “Yeah? You want to look after me?”
“Of course,” said Penelope. “Considering you’re incapable of doing so yourself.” There was no sting in her words though, just gentle teasing. Besides, she liked this. It made her feel like there was better balance between them.
Balance was good.
Rachel had ordered sandwiches for them. “I thought that since we had such a big lunch, we’d something a bit lighter for dinner.
” Plain white bread, buttered generously, and filled with a variety of fillings—prosciutto paired with parmesan shavings; big juicy tomato slices accompanied by hunks of mozzarella; and roasted vegetables with provolone and lashings of balsamic vinegar.
It was actually the perfect post-coital meal; not too heavy, and filling enough to satisfy the appetites they’d worked up.
They ate in bed, brushing crumbs off the blanket, and then chased each other into the lounge area, where they curled up with blankets on the couch and watched late 90s sitcoms on the television.