“As the lady desires,” I say, rolling us so she’s on top.
Pen sits astride me, her body rising and falling. I watch my cock slide in and out as she lifts herself up before dropping herself back down.
“Beautiful,” I say. “Take what you need.”
My hands cover her pert breasts, moulding and rolling them in my enormous hands. I tweak her nipples in the way I know she likes.
I sit up, taking one in my mouth, rolling the hardened point with my teeth and tongue.
Pen’s head drops back as she rocks, using my pubic bone to stimulate her clit. It’s not long before I can feel her muscles clenching around me. She moans and shudders.
“Come for me, let go,” I say as her body pulses.
I let my own orgasm loose before we both crash in a heap, her on top of me. I wrap my arms around her, cradling her to my chest, kissing the top of her head.
We remain in that position for a while, neither of us saying anything. My cock softens and Pen carefully extracts herself, disposing of yet another condom.
I lie with my hands behind my head, my naked body exposed. The duvet is long gone. We’re past any form of modesty. Pen has a beautiful body, and I enjoy the sight.
She gets up and makes her way to the bathroom before returning.
She sits on the side of the bed, and my heart stutters at the look on her face.
“I need to go into the office,” she says, turning away.
“Pen?”
I sit up and gently turn her to face me. Her eyes stare at the bed until I catch her face in my hands, making her look at me. After last night and this morning, there’ll be no barriers between us. I’m sick of poor communication, and if she thinks after what we’ve shared, I’m walking out of here without a backward glance, she’s mistaken.
She shakes her head in my hands, and I hold her still until her eyes lock on mine.
“Talk to me,” I say.
Her mouth twists, her bottom lip disappearing between her teeth.
She sighs.
“I understand why April snuck out of Caleb’s room,” Pen says, her eyes once again dodging mine.
My chest tightens at her words.
“Why?”
Pen shrugs. “It’s the morning after and awkward conversation time.”
I sit up. “Does it need to be?”
Her eyes flick to mine, full of surprise.
“What else would it be?”
I pull her next to me. She comes willingly, which I see as positive.
“There are two options. You can say, thank you Elijah, for all those wonderful orgasms. I’ll take it from here.” I pause, watching her lips twitch.
“Or?”
“Or I can say, Penelope Dawson, can I interest you in future orgasms, and will you have dinner with me tonight?”
