Penelope wanted William and wasn't content to wait any longer. Tonight was the night.
She opened the door and moved close to help William with his bundles. She let her breasts press into his arm, just for a second, then moved toward the kitchen. He followed her, placing the video on the table and reaching for her, but she slipped easily from his arms, laughing and beginning to serve dinner.
Of course, he brought her favorite Chinese food. He had been teaching her to use chopsticks and, by now, there was even the possibility she wouldn't starve if she had to feed herself exclusively with them. She was getting good at eating even small things, like rice.
He also brought one of her favorite movies, "Return to Me". It was sad and romantic and funny. She had been recommending it for several weeks. They filled their plates and moved into the living room, settling near each other on the couch and beginning the film.
As delicious as dinner was, William's head was full of the soft vanilla scent that meant Penelope to him. She was lovely tonight, her dark coloring complimented by the pale clothing, her face flushed and her eyes particularly bright. The pajamas seemed to glow in the candle-lit room. He ran his hand up her arm, enjoying the smooth silkiness of the fabric, but knowing it was nothing compared to Penny's warm flesh. He forced himself to concentrate on the movie, knowing it was Penny's favorite. He couldn't help feeling something was different tonight. His Penelope seemed....sizzling. There was something about her, something new and surprising. He felt his cock stirring at the memory of the afternoon and her little hand reaching for him, wanting him. He wondered how they were going to wait until the wedding night, then he wondered if he really wanted to.
The movie was ending. Their empty plates were on the coffee table; they were sipping wine and enjoying the hoped-for reunion of the lovers. Penny was sniffling softly, her eyes glued to the TV. Again, William was overwhelmed by her soft, seductive fragrance. He reached for her hand and held it in his larger one, reminded once again how it reached for him earlier today. He wished now she had attained her goal. He wanted, no, he needed to feel her touching him. When he had suggested waiting for their wedding night, he hadn't known how difficult it would be. He had underestimated his need for her.
The movie ended as William was lost in thought. Penny stood up and began clearing the dishes, carrying everything to the kitchen. William joined her, helping her put away the extra food, rinse the plates, load the dishwasher. He poured more wine for them, and started the CD player. When he re-entered the kitchen, he turned Penny to him and opened his arms. She moved against him and they began to dance, her head resting on his chest, her hand securely in his. She could hear his heart beating and snuggled closer to him. His hand rested on her satiny back, moving up and down, caressing her.
Penny looked up at the face she held so dear. He leaned down to kiss her, just once, just to taste those delicious lips. The dancing stopped. All movement stopped except for their tongues, which played games with each other, teasing and sliding and probing. Penny was on her tiptoes, trying to get closer, holding his body tightly. William was bent over her, his lips opened and inviting, his kisses filling Penny with need.
Without saying a word, they moved together to the bedroom. Penny's eyes were huge and trusting, she wanted whatever was about to happen. William had no doubts, he wanted it too.
They moved to her bed and sat together. This seemed right, sitting beside each other, holding each other. Neither spoke. As if magnetized, their mouths moved together, each turning slightly, fitting together. These lips belonged together. Never in the history of man had two lovers kissed so perfectly. Mouths opened, tongues quested. The union of Penny and William was fate.
At first, they were content to kiss, to convey with their lips all the feelings that were overwhelming them. They found so many ways to kiss, so many textures and touches to share. It seemed, for the moment, that it might be enough, might satisfy this desire that was overcoming both of them. Soon, though, four hands joined in the seduction. Tentative hands, slowly exploring the safe areas; arms, shoulders, faces. But hands were not to be denied the places that had been deemed unsafe. Hands began traveling, moving down the side of a body, up a back, then down a spine below the waist. Hands found undiscovered warm places, places that elicited moans of delight and desire.
Wiliam and Penny were stretched out on the huge bed, taking up a very small amount of space as their need to be close consumed them. Body to body, moving against each other, their hunger fed on each other.
Penny pulled back, took a deep breath and whispered, "Please, I need to share more with you, my darling. We can wait for the actual sexual act on our wedding night, but I want to see and touch and feel...tonight!"
