Late for Lunch & An Early Delivery

Pt 2

Before he knew what had overtaken him, Colin's large hands were gripping Penelope's waist and guiding her back to the sofa. Already breathing heavily in her frustration, Penelope could do little but stammer and push weakly back at Colin. Her hormones were surging again, clearly. She couldn't tear herself away from Colin's dark, lecherous gaze, and much to her dismay, desperate whimpers were pouring from her own mouth as Colin's hands laid her down on the sofa.
As if listening from the sidelines, Penelope heard her own voice, shaking, begging Colin simultaneously not to cause her to be late for lunch and to please take her right here on the sofa.

Colin couldn't hold back if he had tried. Seeing her enlarged breasts bounce had triggered something primal within him. He HAD to have his way with her. Lunch with his mother, be damned. He quickly slid off his trousers and pulled his shirt and tie off. Penelope was weakly attempting to push him off, but her hands were only succeeding at pawing near his cock and upper thighs, making his arousal even worse. In the distant background, Colin could faintly hear something coming from her lips that sounded like "...be late for this lunch...oh, Colin, I need you inside of me...we shouldn't..."

Colin grabbed her dress and bunched it around her waist. He had helped her put back on her panties after her first orgasm, but Christ, were they wet. He pulled them down her plump thighs, inhaling her sweet scent while she wriggled in preparation. She was soaking wet, nearly to the point of dripping. He finally pulled the panties off completely and tossed them to the side. Penelope's dress was now rumpled around her round belly, swollen with his first child, and he paused to take in the view. He had been to many countries, and experimented in many ways. None of those experiences came close to the sense of completion and totality that Penelope lovingly provided to him. Gods, was she beautiful. He looked down on her form, his breath catching in his throat at her beauty and uniqueness.

Not to be caught in sentimentality, Colin readied himself over Penelope's spread legs, listening to her whimper and moan incoherently. The farther her pregnancy progressed, the easier it was to work her into a state of nonsense. Her normal way with words typically vanished after a single orgasm, and it wasn't unusual for her to be babbling Colin's name and other frenzied chatter without making sense. He found it endearing, and hadn't mentioned her newfound habit of babbling to her out of fear of embarrassing her. Colin was aware that at times pregnancy had made Penelope feel undignified, and didn't want to add to it. He added enough already by causing notice every time she struggled to sit up with her rounded belly in their marriage bed, or by insisting on sampling a drink every time her milk swollen breasts decided to leak. She never denied him, but her entire body would flush as he enjoyed himself.

Penelope's hands were still pawing around, bringing Colin back to the present moment. "Oh, Pen, you're so fucking wet for me," he murmured. She arched her back, clearly ready for him to stop talking and start moving. He was more than happy to oblige. Colin held himself in his hand as he guided himself in, nearly choking upon beginning to enter her. Pregnancy had made her inner channel several degrees warmer, it seemed, and this change never ceased to stun him. She was still extremely tight, even with her overflowing juices. Her eyes fluttered as he pushed his cock further into her, finally settling into the crook of her hips. "Oh, Christ," he grimaced as he fought the urge to spend himself immediately. She was squeezing everything from him without even intending to.

Her hips bucked involuntarily and Colin again had to grit his teeth to hold out. Just her appearance, disheveled and improper beneath him, had him ready to impregnate her again if that was possible. He sucked in a breath after glancing downward, seeing her breasts still freely bouncing and jostling. Colin began to allow his strong hips to hammer into her, telling himself to be mindful of her condition. His mindfulness rapidly disappeared as Penelope's small hands found their way to his ass.  Fuck, she knew he couldn't hold off when she did that!

Colin's eyes slid shut briefly before he quickly glanced at her face as he continued to pump into her, hips slapping together. He did a double take at her facial expression - Penelope was smirking.
Colin's jaw tightened. He doubled his pace, taking satisfaction as the smirk began to disappear, replaced by a hazy lustful countenance. "Oh!" Penelope gasped. She was squeaking at this point, unsure of what was happening. For a brief moment, she'd thought that she might take control after observing him near completion.

Colin hammered into her now, his rhythm becoming unsteady, ensuring he rubbed her clit every single time he slid back into her wetness. The moment he had seen her smirk, his pride had raged and insisted he regain control. His manliness demanded that Penelope finish screaming his name, panting, begging, knowing she was at his mercy. And he could tell that she was now close to all of these things, her mouth open wide with no words coming out, her breathing ragged and gasping his name.

Colin leaned in close and his voice was guttural with desire. "You are underneath me yet again, Penelope Bridgerton, for the fifth time in less than twenty four hours. Begging. Panting. Quivering and shaking. Your belly, rounded with MY child. Your breasts, swollen with my child's milk, bouncing all around, unable to be contained in your bodice with their size. You ache and beg for my body to complete you. Say that you are hungry for my cock - SAY it." He hissed into her ear.

Penelope could not say a single word - her body had betrayed her and burst into an explosion of pleasure at Colin's rough touch and last few words. She was loudly crying out, her body arched as much as it could in her pregnant state, legs jerking. Colin leaned in, still holding her hip with one hand but taking one of her wobbling breasts in the other. He lifted it to his mouth, eager to confirm his theory that she was prone to leaking during orgasm. He rolled her nipple into his mouth as Penelope wailed, and gave a long suck - he was correct! Sweet liquid melted onto his tongue. At the taste and feel of this experience, Colin could no longer contain himself. He thrust into her quivering body once more, hard, then spent his seed inside of her. Christ, there was so much. He surprised even himself with the amount that he felt release inside of her.

Colin collapsed beside Penelope on the sofa, breathing hard. She was positively glowing, her hair unfixable, her dress crumpled and wrinkled, bunched beyond fixing. He felt a moment of guilt for what he had just done to her, yet again before she was to meet with his mother.

His mother! His eyes flew open and he tried hastily to ascertain the time. "Penelope!" He gasped. He had lost all track of time, and to be sure Violet Bridgerton was probably growing concerned with Penelope's tardiness. She had been informed of their arrival, so she knew that they were in the waiting room. Penelope mumbled a sleepy, "Hmm?" in response, still dazed by her climax.

He slid out from underneath her, carelessly grabbing a scrap of fabric he assumed to be a kerchief off the floor and wiping himself. Hastily, Colin slid his pants back on before examining Penelope's state. "Christ," he muttered. It was bad. His hand came to his forehead as he worriedly tried to come up with an explanation for Penelope's appearance, her tardiness, his state - her appearance alone made it quite obvious he had yet again taken his liberties with her.

Gently, he roused Penelope and helped her sit up. He tugged and straightened out her dress, as she worried her lip over her appearance. Her face was growing pale at the realization that she would, once again, have to face Violet Bridgerton in this state.
Her breasts were STILL unconfined and struggling to do anything but bounce when they attempted to slip her dress over them. Colin paused briefly as an idea entered his mind. He coughed, deciding it was far too dirty of a suggestion to voice, no matter how desperate the situation got.

Penelope's eyes began to fill with tears over her state as she frantically tugged on her dress. "Oh, Colin, please," she begged. "I will have to call for a maid. I cannot allow your mother to discover me in this state, and surely she will be checking in soon. Oh, I cannot believe this has happened to me!!"

Colin's heartstrings tugged at seeing his poor wife this upset. He hesitated. Should he voice his suggestion, so that they may handle the matter privately? He contemplated, unconsciously shaking his head as the decision not to voice his idea was made. Desperate, Penelope asked, "What is it? What are you shaking your head for?"

Colin avoided her eyes. "No - There was no reason. I simply was reacting to this situation," he lied. Penelope studied his face. "If you have a suggestion, please. We cannot tear my dress, but any other alternative should be considered."

Colin felt guilt swamping his entire body for what he was about to suggest Penelope allow him to do to her body. "It would be to help her, not to pleasure you," his mind argued.
He swallowed. "We could...