Again? Yes, Again!

Chapter One

Penelope sighed, relaxing further into her chair as her maids deftly twisted and curled her hair into an elegant updo. It had been so since she'd regularly enjoyed society, and she was so looking forward to tonight's ball. After having twins 7 months ago, it had been a rare feat for Penelope and Colin to manage attendance to any Ton activity, let alone elegant, evening-long balls. Finally, the twins and their one year old daughter Agatha were settling into a solid routine that allowed Penelope to leave their house for an evening. She was still nursing all three babes, but managed to express enough for the evening that a wet nurse hadn't yet been needed.

Penelope had planned to begin enjoying society two months ago, at the very last ball planned for the month, but her courses had very unexpectedly, and very painfully returned, much to her dismay. She'd nearly wept with bitterness as her sweet maids returned her evening dress to her closets. Colin had been so attentive to her - well, he always was, but on this occasion he'd ridden nearly two hours on horse back to locate a special chocolate rumored to aid women in their course discomfort. Penelope consoled herself with the fact that all three children had been terribly clingy that evening anyway, signaling that it was probably for the best she had not left them with a nurse maid for the evening yet.

Last month, however, had been wonderful. She and Colin had attended numerous balls and dinners together, twirling under chandelier lighting and getting lost in each other's arms. The champagne had tasted sweeter than Penelope remembered possible, and Colin's eyes had undressed her on the ballroom floor. Her tipsy giggles had echoed through the crisp midnight air as they stumbled to their awaiting carriage, unaware of the murmuring and pointed glances following their fitful exit. Violet Bridgerton herself could do little but sigh, her own forehead resting in her palm.

This month had been just as sweet, if not slowed down a bit in pace. Penelope had opted to make an early evening of the events on several occasions, missing the children terribly. As much as she did enjoy society events, perhaps she had just been a bit...cooped up. It seemed all she needed was to get out of their home for a few evenings to be cheered. She was now seven months postpartum, and surprisingly, the twins and sweet Agatha were all sleeping through the night. Penelope woke up every morning, breasts nearing painful engorgement from not nursing, and most mornings Colin still insisted on sampling both leaking sides. It was a dirty habit he had started immediately after Agatha's birth, much to her embarrassment, but Colin would not be denied. Truly, Penelope had made attempts to stop him.

          
Shortly after she and Colin had gotten pregnant only two months after having Agatha, their first born, she had attempted to turn away from Colin one morning as his warm mouth neared her nipples. She'd already been feeling self conscious and ashamed of herself over becoming pregnant so quickly again, and reasoned that this...oddly titillating practice.. needed to come to a stop. After all, the explosive climaxes she reached as Colin nursed from her breasts while fucking her senseless were likely part of the reason she had found herself about to give birth twice in one year.

Remembering how Colin's eyes had darkened as Penelope attempted to cover her round breasts with her hands and deny him for the first time, she squirmed to recall what Colin had done next. Moving at the speed of lightning, he'd straddled her flat on her back, his morning hardness thrusting at her through her nightdress. Taking care not to disturb her newly pregnant again belly, one of his large hands grasped both of her wrists and pressed them over her head. Penelope's eyes were wide as she choked out, "Colin! We have to stop doing this," she insisted weakly. Colin snapped his hips, lewdly pressing his cock against her entrance, only the thin fabric of her nightgown between them. Penelope's round breasts were so engorged that wet spots began to appear rapidly over her nipples as arousal spread through her, and a smirk appeared on her husband's face. He knew her body better than she did - and he could tell Penelope wanted this more than she was willing to let on. However, her hormones had no problem making Penelope's desires obvious. Colin leaned downward, nuzzling Penelope's neck. "My dear, you're already with child. What's the worst that could happen now?" he teased, taking satisfaction in the tormented expression that crossed Penelope's face. She whimpered, hips bucking. "Colin, please," Penelope begged. "I...you.. You have to stop," her voice shook, and a gasp escaped her as her hips bucked upward again of their own accord. She strained against the hands holding her own in place, succeeding only in rubbing herself more firmly against her husband's hardened length. Colin said nothing, continuing his ministrations at her neck. His warm breath hovered over Penelope's ear, and Colin whispered, "No." She shook at the simple retort, knowing she shouldn't have tried to keep him from her body.
He sucked gently, creating a mark he knew would reveal itself in purple and red tones later that evening. Penelope wriggled underneath him, and he gritted his teeth as he felt himself leak a drop or two out of his tip. Christ, this woman could pull it out of him with so little effort!