Chapter 36
Rachel
Waking up with Penelope in her arms would never get old. The other woman was snuffling away, her head atop Rachel’s chest, and Rachel felt like she was queen of the world.
When the rising sun blinked over the balcony, rousing Penny, she leaned up to kiss Rachel sleepily. “You were right, this was an excellent idea.”
Rachel would have replied, but she was far too busy kissing Penelope back, her mouth desperate to swallow the moans that the other woman would inevitably make. The sun was peeking at them, rising over the mountains, and it was all making her feel very alive indeed.
“We’re outside,” said Penny, “we can’t.”
“We absolutely can,” said Rachel. “There are privacy screens up, nothing but forest in front of us, and as long as someone remains quiet, there’s a lot that could be done on this balcony.”
Penelope’s eyes rounded as Rachel palmed her breast through her top. “First things first though,” Rachel said. “We need to get rid of these layers. I want to feel your skin against mine, sweetness.”
She tugged at Penny’s top, and silently Penny helped her with it, and then pulled at Rachel’s. Undressing each other, giggling quietly, they really did feel like they were in a world all their own.
Rachel tugged Penelope over her lap, so that she was being straddled. “Like this, sweetness?”
“Yes,” breathed Penelope, gasping a little as Rachel took one of her nipples in her mouth.
Immediately, Rachel pulled back and waited for the inevitable objection.
“Why’d you stop?” complained Penny.
“Because I said that we could do a lot here as long as you remained quiet. That, Pen-Pen, was not quiet.”
“But that’s hard; how am I supposed to remain completely silent when you’re doing such things to me?”
“Not my problem,” teased Rachel. “I just know that those are the rules. Do you agree to the rules, Penny?”
“ Fine ,” sighed Penelope, and then slipped her hand round the back of Rachel’s head and pulled until Rachel’s lips met hers.
It wasn’t a massively subby thing to do, but Rachel didn’t really care about that.
The thrill that ran through her every time Penelope was the one to instigate a kiss put any high-protocol kink straight out of her head.
And besides, she was never one for strict adherence to conventions anyway.
They kissed some more, Rachel sliding her hand between Penny’s thighs and stroking the inside of them, and then up round and above her clit. Doing anything other than touching Penelope where it would feel best.
“Come on ,” whispered Penny in her ear. “I’m being quiet; touch me already.”
“Aren’t you greedy?” murmured Rachel and was rewarded with a shiver. “Wanting me to touch you, feel how wet you are for me. Are you wet, sweetness?”
“Uh huh.” Penelope nodded as well, burying her face in Rachel’s neck as her hips sought out the touch that would kickstart her pleasure.
“Shall we put that to the test?”
They might not have had sex the night before, but that didn’t mean that Rachel hadn’t considered it. She’d packed a harness and a strap-on in the bag that she’d laid beside the mattress the previous night. Getting them out now, Penelope’s sharp inhalation told her that she’d made the right move.
The blonde shifted so that Rachel could get it in place. It was pretty, this harness, with a black lace that she really appreciated. The strap felt heavy, and it jutted out in front of her.
“Do you want to ride me, darling?” she whispered, and Penny nodded vigorously. “Do you need some extra help?”
Penelope ran a finger between her legs and then tasted the glistening digit that came out. Rachel groaned. “I think I’m ready enough,” Penny said.
Rachel sat back down, her legs stretched out in front of her, and Penelope moved to straddle her again.
Heavy thighs, either side of her own legs, with softness that had Rachel caressing Penny’s skin.
She was a big girl, but just as Penelope could take everything Rachel gave her, Rachel could take what Penny gave too.
She hovered for a moment over the top of the strap, letting it notch at her entrance, before she took its entire length in one swift movement, her arse bouncing against Rachel’s lap.
Rachel caught hold of her and held on for dear life as Penelope began to ride her. Her head was thrown back, hair streaming behind her in the wind like a flag, and Rachel was completely lost.