Chapter Twenty-Eight
Penelope
As the coach lurched forward from its spot in the queue, a hint of anticipation hung in the air, and it was Simon who broke the silence first. He leaned slightly closer, his voice laced with playful mischief.
“What have you planned for me, mouse?”
In the dim light filtering through the small windows, Penelope caught the glimmer of a smile curving his lips, a teasing spark in his eyes.
“I’m not sure…” The uncertainty in her voice was palpable, betraying the strange mix of excitement and apprehension she always felt in his presence.
“I thought as much,” Simon replied, a knowing glint in his gaze. “May I offer some advice on how these matters usually progress?”
“You may.” Penelope’s voice was steadier than she felt. “Although I doubt a spanking will be to your liking at all, my lord.” The words escaped her lips with surprising boldness.
He laughed out loud at that, apparently delighted by her saucy retort. “I like it when you are impertinent.”
Penelope smiled back at him. “You like adding to my list of transgressions.”
His gaze sharpened. “I do at that,” he breathed, cupping her face in the palm of his hand. “But tell me, wife, what debauched acts should I expect from you tonight?”
He was teasing her, of course. Simon knew full well that in her innocence, she was unlikely to initiate the sort of depravity he had mastered over the years.
Penelope’s lips tightened as she considered that.
Her husband expected her to give in and submit, but something reckless inside her demanded she do something shocking and completely out of character.
As he watched her, his mouth twisted into a confident smirk.
Penelope slowly stripped off her elegant satin gloves and tossed them onto the seat across from her.
With deliberate intent, she reached down to the hem of her dress and dragged it upward.
She did not stop until the material lay bunched on top of her thighs.
Clad in delicate white stockings, her legs parted slightly as she moved her hand between them.
A muscle clenched in Simon’s jaw, a blaze of lust igniting in his eyes. “Christ, Penelope…”
The way he choked out her name was exhilarating.
It emboldened her. She dipped her fingers inside her damp channel, a small moan rising in her throat as she watched her husband’s reaction to her scandalous behavior.
Her wedding ring sparkled each time she moved her fingers, and Simon’s gaze locked upon it.
Then, unable to believe the words coming from her own mouth, Penelope whispered in a husky voice, “Will you taste me, my lord?”
Removing her hand from the junction of her thighs, she slowly reached her damp fingers toward Simon’s parted lips.
With the quickness of a snake striking, Simon’s hand shot out, his fingers wrapping like a vise around Penelope’s wrist. His eyes were burning embers of blue flames as he stared at her for a long moment. Penelope trembled, wondering what he would do next.
Have I gone too far? Does my attempt at seduction disgust him? Oh, God…what am I doing?
Simon did not utter a word. Keeping her gaze locked with his, he slowly, deliberately, brought her fingers to his mouth.
Using the force of his grip on her wrist, he traced his own lips with the pads of her fingers and then…
as Penelope’s heart threatened to explode from her chest…
he sucked her fingers deep into the hot recess of his mouth, his tongue wrapping about the digits, swirling to capture every drop of her essence, his teeth raking over her wedding ring.
He licked and nibbled and suckled until Penelope felt every caress between her legs as though his mouth was worshipping her sex.
“Simon…” she began when, in a sudden flurry of movement, he released her wrist and gripped her waist with hard, merciless hands.
She was lifted and settled upon his lap.
With her knees straddling his body, her skirts were jerked high up on her hips, exposing her bare bottom to the cool air.
Then, as she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on for dear life as he began kissing her with ferocious intensity, his hands fumbled at the fall of his trousers.
An instant later, his hard cock was throbbing against her belly.
“If I…” kiss…“don’t get inside you…” kiss…“I will fucking die inside this goddamn coach…” kiss…
“Yes…please….I want that too,” Penelope panted against his mouth, returning his kisses with frantic desire.
Her fingers plunged into the thick, glossy waves of his dark hair as his hands lifted her briefly before slamming her body back down onto his cock.
The sensation of sudden fullness, the entire throbbing length of him buried deep inside her, made her cry out in a mixture of both shock and excruciating pleasure.
He immediately swallowed her cry, covering her mouth with his own and muffling any further noises she might have made.
“God help me, wife,” he muttered against her lips when he finally let her catch her breath.
“You will be the death of me.” He released the grip of her hips, his large hands traveling up her quivering body until he cupped her breasts.
Squeezing the rounded globes until they nearly swelled almost free of her gown, he stared up at her in reverence.
“You are so damned beautiful, Penelope. So damned beautiful and all mine.”
Penelope rocked against him, delighting in the feeling of power and the way his cock twitched and strained for more. Despite being sore from their lovemaking earlier that afternoon, her body greedily clutched at his, demanding more of his possession. “Simon…I need you…just you. Only you…”
“I know what you need, and I will give it to you, wife. I’ll give you anything you desire.” The vow was a ragged groan of desperation. “My wealth. Property. Jewels…the fucking world if you want it. All of it is yours.”
Raising her arms, Penelope braced her hands on the roof of the carriage for leverage.
Her gaze met his, refusing to let him look away.
“And your heart, Simon?” she whispered, her body clamping down on his shaft as she moved up and down in a sensual assault of his sanity and her own.
“What of it? Will you give it to me as well?”
Understanding flashed in his lust-glazed eyes. “If I had one,” his teeth bit his lower lip when Penelope rolled her hips, a moan escaping him, “it would be yours. Keep doing that…just like that. Fuck, you are going to make me spend before we make it to Camden House.”
Penelope took a shaky breath, increasing the motion of her hips. “I fear I cannot stop. It feels too good.”
“I’ll ruin your dress,” he warned, spreading his legs so he could thrust upward with greater control. “I’ll make a goddamn mess of us both.”
“I don’t care. I just want you.”
“Then take what you want, Penelope. Come for me,” he growled in a thick, rough voice.
“Let me feel you take control of your pleasure.” One hand slipped down between their bodies, his fingers brushing over her slick flesh and finding her swollen clitoris.
She whimpered as he rubbed slow, deliberate circles over the button of flesh while his other hand latched around her throat, keeping her upright on his cock.
The pressure of his fingers on the pulse between her legs and the one at the base of her throat pushed Penelope over the edge.
She came in a shocking rush of pleasure so profound, so intense, that for a moment, her vision went black.
She heard Simon’s low grunt of satisfaction, his cock jerking almost violently inside her pulsating channel.
Penelope collapsed against him, winding her arms around his neck as Simon enfolded her into an almost suffocating embrace. His breath tickled her neck. Fast and ragged, it matched hers as they both drifted back to sanity.
I love you. The words whirled around Penelope’s head like a silent tornado as Simon caressed her back in soothing strokes.
He pressed kisses to her neck and the slope of her shoulders.
But he remained silent and eventually assisted her in sliding off his lap.
She bit her lip as he removed a monogrammed handkerchief from the inner pocket of his suit coat.
But to her utter shock, rather than wiping her clean as he usually did after intercourse, Simon nudged her legs apart.
Gathering up the mixture of their mutual release, he pushed it deep inside her body with thick fingers.
“You’ll keep my seed inside you, Penelope.
I don’t want to see it dripping down your legs until you are bound to our bed and taking your punishment for your reckless behavior earlier this evening.
” Wiping his hand clean, he pressed a quick kiss to her mouth.
“If it isn’t obvious, your moment of control has come to an end, but I will admit, I’ve never enjoyed being at someone’s mercy as much as I enjoyed being at yours.
Well done, little wife.” He tucked a stray lock of her hair behind her ear, his eyes softening as he stared down at her.
“You have left me astounded and completely entranced.”