P. A. Featherington

(21) Night to Remember

Colin headed up five minutes after Pen.

He knocked on the door first out of politeness.

"Come in Colin"

He entered. She was wearing a thin night dress which clearly had nothing underneath. He had to be mindful of her gaze, because he found his was having trouble looking away.

Colin Bridgerton would never see her as anything but a friend, so she gave up on modesty and just acted like what she looked like didn't matter. He clearly would think the same.

"I have found you something to wear"

He looked at the garment on the bed. It looks a little short.

"You fear I may see your legs" she chuckled

He motioned her to turn around.

She spoke as her back was turned "I never thought you the shy kind. It's merely clothing. You are lucky I had something to wear"

"All done"

"Why is that?" He asked

"I usually sleep in the nude"

Colin felt himself heating up. Who was this. This was not the girl in Mayfair at all. Had her surroundings changed her so, given her a strength that I did not realise she contained within that... his eyes gaze looked to her perfectly curved form once more... Sweet and witty Miss Penelope Featherington.

"Left or right?"

It took his brain a moment to answer the question. The blood was heading to another area and his brain had gone rather foggy.

"I don't mind"

Pen laid on the right side of the bed.

Colin laid down. His back to hers. His feet grazed her "oh my god, Colin!"

"What!" He shot up with a start. Pen looked concerned "you're freezing"

She could hear his teeth starting to chatter.

"Right Colin, this goes no further, but you are cold. Wrap your arms around me. It will warm you up. I don't really get cold"

"Pen I.." he didn't know what to say. He didn't want to make an already awkward situation worse.

She grabbed his arm and wrapped it around her, mumbling "better?"

He was feeling the heat from her body. his breath was close to her ear "thank you, Pen"

Pen was so comfortable. It only took a moment before she fell fast asleep. That was until she felt something pushing into her back.

She turned not knowing what it was. Colin's member was pointed at her, but he was fast asleep. Her brain told her not to touch it, but it was poking in her back. She faced Colin instead. She missed his face. He even looked like a god while sleeping which irritated her somehow.

Colin mumbled in his sleep. it was adorable.

colins hand moved around her once more. not realising she had changed position he pulled her closer to him. Breathing her hair in.

He must have been sleeping because his hand moved to her leg. Perhaps I should not have changed positions. She rolled to face the wall once more. Colin hand that was on her leg was closer to her inner thigh now. Pen gasped. She felt all warm all of a sudden. Colin poked harder into her back. She thought perhaps if she moved her body higher than he would no longer poke into her back. She pulled herself up a little and instantly regretted it. Oh shit. His hardness was now just under her bottom. She was so embarrassed but it felt so good. Why did this feel so good.
Colin's hand slipped between her legs, she could still hear him slightly snoring. Oh crap. His fingers investigated further. They smoothed between her folds tempting her.

Pen arched her back as she gasped, Colin's fingers slipped in. She tried holding her breath, but they repeated again and again. She wriggled with delight. Colin made a small grunt noise in his sleep. His errection was creeping between her legs.  An electric burst of excitement fizzled up her stomach.

She had an orgasmic cry. Which fully woke Colin up "I'm so sorry Pen, what did I do?"

She stuttered "I do not know, but don't stop"

Colin moved her onto her back, widening her up to him. I swear Penelope Featherington was a shy and quiet girl and here she was wanting more.

"Are you sure, you want this Pen?"

His eyes longingly locked on her gaze. She nodded her acceptance"
His fingers entered her again and again. While towering over her to watch her expression. As she started to moan. He sucked the moan from her lips. He continued the willing torment. Then she pulled him to her for more kisses not realising that he was hard and ready for her.

The force of her passion pulling to her lined him up to insert her. No warning and he was in her. Pens head flew back. As he thumped into her while leaving sweet kisses on her lips and neck. He hit the undeniable proof of her womanhood. She winced before her body trembled a little. He looked to her "Are you alright" she nodded her reassurance. "I am sorry, I should have given you warning"

"Well you know how I like a surprise!" he had to stiffen a laugh from expelling.

She moved her body around to accommodate his size.

He pulled her night dress over her head and feasted his mouth over her breasts. He looked like a starved maniac.

Colin started rubbing his finger over the top of her entrance as he penetrated her over and over. Her hand ran through his hair bringing him down to her for more. They were like the tide thrashing against rocks. With such intensity Colin had to question his own reality.

"Oh Pen"

Her hand grabbed his bottom forcing him to move faster and faster. Her body shook as she orgasmed once more taking him with her. He tightened his eyes closed. His voice gruff as he growled her name out like a wild beast "oh Pen!"

Pen turned him into his back. She saw diagrams and she was told it was like riding a house. True, she did not know how to ride a house but Colin was looking a very tempting steed, to be sure. She kept her hand on his chest, supporting herself. She started to ride.

Oh my god. She is a goddess. Pens red hair, lit by the candlelight looked ever the vixen.

She pulled Colin to a seating position so she could kiss him as she rode her orgasm out. His name was ripped from her lips. But Colin couldn't stop he turned her onto her back once more. Opening her up more to him he pounded and pounded, her legs wrapped around him.
"Oh god. Colin, ahhh Colin!" He was completely undone. Falling on top of her. Never leaving her heat.

Penelope Featherington, a girl who never thought for even a second that Mr Colin Bridgerton would want to be with her. It was madness. She was certain all the young man wanted was a love match. For what he thought himself and Miss Marina Thompson were. He never indicated that he may like her.

This was clearly a mistake. She waited for him to admit it himself. Instead he rolled over letting her put her head onto his chest and whispered "Pen?"

She responded with what she thought he wanted to hear "I know Colin. This is our secret. I promise not to tell a soul" she forced a smile.