His hips rolled against mine, eliciting a groan from both of us, and I turned my attention to the button fly of his trousers. As soon as they were undone, I pushed his waistband down just enough to free his erection so I could curl my fingers around it.
Penny broke away and sucked in a sharp breath. I didn’t wait for him to ask for more before I started a slow stroke, and it didn’t take long to get him panting and pawing at my trousers, too. He was beautiful with his face flushed, jaw slack, and his eyes dark with lust as they met mine.
“I’m yours, Pen,” I whispered. “So have me.”
He let out a shuddering breath and his knees squeezed my hips as he surged forward to crush his mouth against mine. I letthe move knock me onto my back, and my arm around his waist dragged him with me. I chased his lips when he pulled away to speak.
“Did you bring?—”
“In the drawer on my side of the bed.”
With a grin, he slid out of my lap and stood. I took the opportunity to strip out of the rest of my clothes and settle in the middle of the mattress, propped up on the pile of pillows, while Penny rounded the foot of the bed and retrieved the crock of oil from the bedside table. He paused there, and his eyes raked over me. I imagined he was memorizing the moment to put it down on paper later, and the thought made me shiver.
That was enough to break his focus, and he set the oil on the table so he could push his trousers off his hips to pool on the floor around his feet. He crawled into bed after me, trailing his lips up my chest. His hands followed close behind, and I arched into the touch, desperate to feel his skin on mine.
I rolled my hips in search of friction and couldn’t bite back a whimper when Penny settled his weight on me and ground his hardness against my own. There was little room for any other thoughts in my head, then, pressed into the plush mattress with Penny’s lips tracing along the shell of my ear.
One of his hands left my chest to drag a pillow down. I needed no prompting to lift my hips so he could tuck it beneath me, and he made an appreciative sound when we settled again.
“I’ve been thinking about this since we got here,” he whispered, so close to my ear that it sparked gooseflesh down the side of my neck and across my shoulders. “Having you like this on this bed.”
There were too many overwhelming sensations to fight through to speak, so I flailed a hand out to grab the oil and press it against his side in response. His breathy chuckle puffed hot against my neck.
He pushed up and settled between my legs, then took the oil and pulled out the cork. He paused again with his fingers dipped in and stared for a long moment.
“You’re not allowed to draw me like this,” I muttered.
He laughed. “But this is one of my favorite ways to see you.”
I nudged him with my knee. “This is just for us. No one else.”
He heaved a dramatic sigh and set the oil crock aside. “You’re right. No one else gets to see you like this. Because you’re mine.”
My head dropped back onto the pillows as he ringed one finger around my entrance, then eased it inside. A second followed shortly after, and I groaned at the stretch when he spread them and pumped them in and out. I was breathing hard by the time they withdrew, and Penny dipped back into the oil to coat himself.
He leaned over me and braced on one arm as he pressed into me. The fingers of his other hand dug into my side like an anchor. As his lips ghosted over mine, I fisted my hands in his hair to keep him close.
It was slow and sweet, and every roll of his hips undid me bit by bit until the world around us fell away, and there was nothing but him and me sharing heat. I wanted it to last forever, but when his fingers wrapped around my erection and stroked to the rhythm of his thrusts, it was all but finished.
“You feel incredible, darling,” he whispered, then hummed a satisfied sound. “Gods, I love you.”
His encouragement tipped me over the edge, and pleasure washed over me as I filled his palm with glossy white. The sight of it made him moan, and I shuddered as he sank deep into me and emptied inside.
The sense of fullness, of that intimate connection, left me feeling warm and hazy. Everything sounded far away as he pulled out carefully, then draped on top of me and feathered tender kisses across my chest.
“You’ll be the best husband, Kit.” He nosed into the hollow of my throat, adding to the sensations still rolling over me. “And I’ll be so good for you. I’ll make you so happy…”
“You do, sweetheart,” I assured him. “You already do.”
I cupped one hand to the back of his head and threw the other around him, holding him against me until he settled. By the time he stirred again, I was fighting a doze. I shivered as he pulled away to retrieve his shirt from the floor and wipe us both down.
He pressed a kiss to my forehead. “I’ll get the bath going.”
“I’ll come with you. I’ll fall asleep if you leave me here.”
He chuckled and pushed to his feet, then held his hands out to pull me up, too.
Before long, we were settled together in the tub that put ours to shame. We scrubbed off, and Penny insisted on washing my hair for me as I stifled increasingly frequent yawns. His fingers massaging over my scalp pushed me closer to sleep, so he had to physically help me out of the bath when we were done.
