Author's note: Thank you to those who are still enjoying the journey of Alex and Penelope. I'm sorry for the delay in the following chapters. I'm submitting as I edit, even though the story is complete, and was away for memorial day weekend, then had the birth of my new nephew!
Thanks again for your continued support!
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Alex woke up early, too difficult to break schedule and ever really sleep in. He didn't often remember his dreams, but he was ripped from sleep because of his raging hard-on, a product of the wild fantasies that had played out in his dreams. What he remembered was that it involved Penelope and the twins, but the details were fuzzy.
What he did know was that he needed to take Penelope right away.
He looked over at her, fast asleep on her back, one arm over head with her blond hair strewn across the pillow. The blankets didn't cover her lovely nipples, only rising to just below those perky little tits. His cock jerked at the sight of her.
He gently let his hand cover her breast and roll it around, finding she didn't make a sound. He loved the noises she made, but this was just as much fun. Propping himself up, he smiled down at her, watching for a sign of life as he took her nipple between his fingers and softly rolled it.
Inch by inch he pulled the blankets down until her belly button was exposed, then slid his hand down under and cupped her, still as gently as he could. He didn't want to wake her just yet. If he did, so be it, but he was enjoying the sight of her naked and asleep, all his. His every motion light and slow, he let his fingers dance through her folds, watching her face for a reaction. He'd really worn her out last night if she was this asleep still.
Removing his hand, he licked his middle finger for some lubrication, then cupped her once more, slowly inching it inside of her. He stayed put, just feeling the silk that surrounded him. He stroked her inside with great care, no real pressure. Just letting his fingertip feel the slick sides. It still blew his mind that he'd managed to make her his.
He thought back on how far they'd come, and chuckled. His offer to have her come live with him was given so he'd make up for the times he wasn't there for her in her life. He'd been excited for someone else to be in his house other than his miserable excuse for a wife. He'd known he wouldn't be able to give her much time with how much he worked, but he'd figured just her presence would lighten the atmosphere he lived in.
Her presence hadn't only lightened the atmosphere, it had lightened him. The very first day she'd arrived, he felt happy again. Her smile reminded him what happiness felt like. When he'd began to lust for her, he'd never expected it to lead him here. If her parents only knew what they'd sent their daughter into, they'd probably shoot him. And if their relationship continued to where he ultimately wanted it to goβdivorced from Claire and public with Penelopeβhe had no idea how they'd react.
But for now, right now, in this moment, he had his finger inside of the woman he wanted more than he'd ever wanted anyone. Her beauty was a large part of it, but he'd had beautiful women. Her purity and innocence was another part, though he planned to teach her to be his whore. That was certainly a major element of the excitement he felt with her; that he was doing things no man had ever done to her, and he had plenty of games for them to play. But all that aside, he genuinely cared for her. He'd always gotten everything he wanted, but it had all been in shitty ways. Penelope was a breath of fresh air he hadn't even known he needed, and that was what made him so sure that he'd never grow tired of her.
His finger had been working as he thought about things, and now back in the moment, he realized she was getting wet. He wondered if his finger was altering her dreams, and if he was in her head. She still hadn't moved; well, her fingers had twitched above her head, but that was about it.
He looked over at the clock. They'd gone to sleep around four, but it was near ten, so she'd be rested enough. Later maybe they'd nap, but he intended to keep her naked all day. Tomorrow he'd order sets of lingerie to dress her in.
But right now, it was time to wake her up.
As slowly as he could, he climbed so he could hover over her, his knees between her legs. He kept his hands on either side of her. Penelope's head fell to the side and he froze as her arm stretched out across the bed. But she still didn't wake.
But she would.
Once in position, he slowly pushed himself inside of her. He heard a moan, her head tossing to the other side. He was halfway in when her eyes fluttered, then gave a quick blink and looked up at him.
"Oh," she said quietly in surprise.
"Yes," he responded lightly, then bent down to kiss her lips. He was able to place his weight on her now as he slid deeper.
Penelope lifted her head an inch to check her surroundings, then looked back up at Alex. She could feel him inside of her, and wondered how the hell that had even happened. One minute she'd been dreaming about him; dreaming of him making love to her in her bed. The next minute, he was.
"Uhm," she said, still trying to get her bearings, then looked down between them. She chuckled. "Has this been happening?"
Alex chuckled. "Just started," he said. "Woke up and had to have you."
Penelope smiled, letting her arms stretch. She yawned sleepily as she felt him pull back, then gently reenter. She couldn't imagine a better way to wake up, though she was surprised she hadn't woken up sooner. She sighed in absolute pleasure, and realized that it didn't hurt at all. Maybe it was that she was fresh out of sleep, so she was relaxed enough to take it. It could also have been that she'd been stretched for hours last night without reprieve, so maybe she was getting used to him. Either way, it was wonderful.
Last night had been hard to get through, yet still even greater than the night before. It amazed her that as things escalated between them, they got worse and better at the same time. Worse because he'd exhausted her and still fucked her. Worse because it had hurt at times how hard he'd pounded her. Worse because it went on for four hours, each of the four times longer than the last. Better because it had been something new to try. Better because she was actually able to take what he was giving her. Better because it not only pleased him, but it had also felt pretty pleasing, despite the moments of pain. Better because they had gone so long, pushed through her exhaustion because he wanted to be inside and she wanted him there.
Better because he still wanted her another day, when she still felt scared that at any moment it could all end.
And here they were, making love once more in the morning, a sure sign that she had today as well. So she pushed her fear aside and decided she'd deal with tomorrow, tomorrow, and let herself sink into her pleasure.
Alex took his time with her; she'd earned it after last night. No matter what he put her through, he would
always
make it up to her so she knew how much he cared about her. He would put her thought a lot, so he'd have to be careful in reminding her that all of it was just games. He wondered how she'd take it, but no matter what, he'd have to assure her that it was all just sex play.
He just hoped she'd be into it, because he needed the play for a healthy sex life, and he wanted it to be with her.
He whispered into her ear how beautiful she was, how much he cared for her. How amazing she'd been sexually. How she'd pleased him. How no one had ever meant as much to him as she did, and no one ever would.
He meant every word of it.