The Wrong Mr Bridgerton

Chapter 16

Who could she ask about the ways of seduction, certainly not her mother. She needed someone who knew her secret. Someone who would not tell a soul.
Genevine Delacroix, the modist.
She headed to her shop.
Her face showed a surprise and caution "Miss Penelope, you cannot be here"
"It is a matter of urgency"
Gen let her in, she couldn't quite leave her on the doorstep of her fine establishment.
"I need advice, I am sorry it is late"
"I need you to tell me how to seduce someone"
Gen's eyes flew wide. Clearly not what she was expecting. "I will fetch some paper. Would you like a drink"
"Actually" Pen reached behind her back to reveal a rather expensive bottle of scotch"
"Miss Penelope Featherington" she smiled.
"As a thank you"
"Maybe I should do favours for you more often" she jests.

Miss Delacroix let her keep her clothes there and gave her a sultry night dress to wear. As she handed it to her, she whispered "How could he refuse" she loosened Pens curls and before sending her off. Asked the question that was on the tip of her tongue "Who is worth all this trouble?"
"Mr Colin Bridgerton"
Then she was gone into the night, into her hired hack. Making her way towards Colin's new home. Miss  Delacroix's voice at the back of her head "Confidence, Miss Penelope"
She took a large gulp and knocked on the door.
Bloomsbury was a wonderful busy town. The townsfolk hard at work earning their pennies. After realising his feelings for Pen he had already made inquiries for a house close by. He was so excited when he found he was accepted and he could move in that afternoon. If Pen only knew that she was the reason, he bought the house for them. He may have told her the home was theirs, but without her. He wouldn't have left the comfort of his home in Mayfair.

He enjoyed the peace and quiet of an empty home. Although the thought of Pen in his bed would be an exciting notion indeed.

He walked down to answer the door.
It was dreadfully late. Almost eleven. Who would be here at this time of night.
A small figure with a blue hood was at the door. Was he to be mugged on his first night.
The hood was pulled down.
"Penelope?"
Was this a dream. What was she doing here so late at night.
She pulled his face down to her to kiss him. Ah. That was why she was here. Rather dangerous. He lifted her. Kicking the door shut with his boot. Which he kicked off as he carried her to his bedchamber.
She was wearing a nightdress underneath. He could barely believe his luck. No corset. She really was a wanton at heart.
He could smell a sweet linger of alcohol, although she did not act drunk. Quite the opposite, she knew what she wanted. He had to pinch himself incase this wasn't real.

 
As she slowly walked around him removing his clothes, she had never seen a man look so nervous as he did right now. She was in control. She turned her back to him as he stood bare, moving his arms around her, onto her breasts. She squeezed her  hands over his.
His lips made their way to her neck licking. Caressing, nibbling. 

She turned around untying  her nightdress while watching his expression and letting it fall at her feet. His eyes looked down at her form, and it was adamant that he was aroused. She surprised him once more she slowly moved down until she was on her knees and took his hardness into her mouth.
He thought it was merely a myth that lady's did such things. 

He was horny as hell, and every tickle of her tongue was making him even more eager. He looked down at her, her face looking up at him, her breasts would glide along his legs as she pleasured him. It was driving him wild. He needed to take her now. He lifted her off her knees moving her closer to the bed. She motioned for him to stop.
She pushed him on the bed, climbed on top of him like she was hunting her prey. She pinned his hands down and kissed him fiercely keeping her thighs either side of him she tempted herself over his hardness. He gasped. Still watching her like a hawk. 

He then smacked his legs against her, pushing himself in fully. She started to motion on top of him. He grinned her bottom pulling her closer to him faster and faster before she let out a large moan. Now was his turn. In one swift movement he rolled her on her back driving into her. Her hands gripping his shoulders.
"Oh Pen. Oh Penelope"
"I love you, Colin"
"I love you" with that he let himself release finally, from the amount of time he was holding it, he was rather surprised she didn't fly into the wall with his passions overflowing.
They both lay on their backs regaining the normal breathing rhythm. He pulled her hand to his face and gave it a small kiss.

Penelope looked rather disheveled, but beautiful non the less. She was a goddess. Just watching her, eyes up at the ceiling, her eyes sparkled in the candlelight. She turned to him. He was starting to feel himself swell. God, what was she doing to him. He had never felt so hungry in his life. Hungry for her. Hungry for Penelope. Her eyes started to move along his torso, down to his erection. She blushed. She turned onto her side. Gently put a finger on his shoulders. Then delicately moved her finger over him, tracing the shape of his muscles before moving her finger ever so slowly down lower. Colin was starting to get quite flustered, his breathing erratic. His eyes watching her delicate finger moving ever so closer to its target. His desire was written all over his face. She was a siren, and he would let her pull him into the depths with her. Let the ocean surround him and the motions of the current flow him closer to her. She was so breathtaking that he was finding it hard to breathe when he was around her. The way she captivated him.

He needed to turn the tables on Penelope. Otherwise he would blow up, literally and figuratively. He reached for her finger,  moving her hand to his lips. He kissed her hand and pulled her closer to him. His hand touched her cheek, her eyes fluttered at him as he brought her to him for a kiss. The kiss became deeper and more wanting. He wanted to see her face as she reached the state of pure pleasure. Wanting her to climax as she would scream his name.