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Colin Bridgerton had a problem. A growing problem that was getting rather difficult to ignore.
It wasn’t exactly a problem that he had an eye full of Penelope’s perfectly round, deliciously juicy, exceptionally spank-able, arse.
It wasn’t even a problem that said arse was filling out a pair of lounge shorts that were tantalizingly thin, and oh so temptingly short.
And it certainly shouldn’t have been a problem, for Colin, at least, that Penelope’s bite-able derriere was on display exactly at his eye level as she attempted to hang the curtain rod over the bedroom window in her new flat. When he’d received her text that morning asking him if he could come over and help her with something he’d readily agreed. Colin enjoyed spending any amount of time with Penelope, even if it was for something mundane like helping her fold some laundry or just vegging out on her sofa while watching trash telly and eating some favorite takeaway.
No, there shouldn’t have been any problem with any of that. Because Penelope Featherington and Colin Bridgerton were friends. Just friends. Friends, definitely, only friends for sure. Even when, at age 14 and puberty had arrived seemingly out of nowhere and without any warning, (had she always had those breasts?!?) Colin resolutely averted his eyes and did absolutely everything in his power NOT to look at his best friend’s tits. Even when she’d been over at their pool during summer holidays and hanging out with his sister Eloise, (the argument over who was Penelope’s -actual- actual best friend was still ongoing…) frolicking around the pool in what he thought must be the smallest bikini in the universe, Colin had always remained the perfect gentleman. And if he’d had to stay pressed up against the side of the pool until his lower half could agree to be just as gentlemanly as his upper half, no one was the wiser, were they?
But here, in her flat, with her magnificent behind so perfectly …available, as if she were being served to him on a platter, Colin found that he had quite the problem indeed. He shifted a bit, his cock had already been half hard when she’d answered the door wearing nothing but those aforementioned, tiny, shorts and a cropped t-shirt that she had called her “slug-mode” outfit. Nevermind that it hugged her tits so enticingly, the ragged neckline that she must have cut herself with some scissors to make it more drapey, sliding tantalizingly off her shoulder, showcasing the graceful curve of her neck and collar bone. He had wanted to lick it, to suck on the exposed pulse point of her neck and mark her there. ‘Mine…’.
But again, they were just friends. Colin sqeezed his eyes shut as he tried to block out the images of bending her over the step stool she was currently perched on and railing her into next week when he realized that she was talking to him. His eyes shot open and he looked up, (not there you perv, that’s her butt again!) and then higher still to actually meet her very concerned gaze. His heart sank when he realized she was staring at him like he’d grown another head.
’Fuck’,he thought. She’s probably asked you a question and you have no bloody clue what it was because you were too busy staring at her bottom, and fantasizing about having your hands on those round, plush cheeks…. Jesus!’
“Colin??” She was still talking to him. “Colin are you okay?”
“Fine!” He cleared his throat, trying to sound as normal as possible. “Yes, fine. Sorry I zoned out there for a second. Er, what did you say?” He attempted a charming smile, but wasn’t sure whatever his mouth was currently doing passed for anything other than an awkward grimace. She frowned, but decided to let it go, for which he thanked all that was holy.
“I asked if you’d please hand me the screw driver, I’m ready to attach this bracket. Are you sure you’re okay? You’re being… weird.”
He laughed, entirely too loud, he realized as he fished around in the tool box at his side for the screw driver. “Yep, all good here,” he hoped his attempt at normalcy was convincing as he handed her the screw driver. He tried not to think about -screwing- her, or driving his throbbing cock deep into what he was sure was a perfect, tight, wet, cunt while his fingers dug into the soft, fleshy…
“Colin!” He was jolted out of his filthy thoughts by Penelope calling his name again, only this time it was sharper. Fuck he was being so weird, he knew it. And now he was pissing her off.
” Sorry, Pen I’m..er, not myself today.”
She frowned from her position above him, turned toward him now. “I can see that. I asked you for the screw driver. This is a socket wrench,” she said, softer now. “Are you sure everything is okay? You really seem like something’s bothering you.”
He tried to ignore the sweat he could feel forming at his temples as he frantically took back the wrench, digging through the toolbox for the screw driver. He finally found it and cleared his throat, attempting, once again, to get ahold of himself. ‘Come on, mate. Get it together,’ he chided himself. He couldn’t believe how out of control he felt. But if he were honest, controlling himself- and his burgeoning feelings for Penelope- had been getting harder and harder lately. Literally. He tried to subtly shift his legs, hoping to perhaps ease a little bit of the tightness pressing against the zipper at his fly which was currently working overtime.
She accepted the screwdriver and turned her attention back to the curtain rod. Meanwhile, Colin focused on taking very deep breaths, desperately trying to calm his erection down, but his brain was stuck in a loop overwhelming desire to pound Penelope into next week. Thank fuck he’d worn jeans and not his sweatpants today because otherwise his problem would be more than obvious at this point. He decided silence wasn’t working. Too much of an opportunity to think about all the depraved things he wanted to do to her. Talking. Yes. They could talk, right? They’d always been able to talk.
“I don’t see why you won’t let me do this part,” he said. “You shouldn’t be standing up there while I’m down here. I feel like I’m not really helping at all.” There. That was safe. Regular, typical Colin and Pen banter. Much better! Surely he could steer his thoughts away from shagging her so they could get themselves back on neutral ground. Because if Colin was sure of one thing, he was positive there was NO way that Penelope felt the same way about him.
“Col, I’m more than capable of hanging some curtains. And you are helping me! You’re here to keep the stool steady so I don’t fall and break my neck! Plus, and I don’t mean to offend you, but you are absolutely pants at hanging things straight,” she responded. She was smiling now, teasing almost, and Colin felt good about that. “Now I’m nearly done and then I can change out of these clothes, we can order some take away, have some wine, and put on a movie, so can you please leave the chivalry to Jane Austen and hand me those two screws so I can get on with it,” she was reaching her hand down and back and he quickly handed her the required hardware. The idea of takeaway was pleasing, although he couldn’t deny he was disappointed that she might change out of her current outfit. She looked so damn adorable..and sexy. Okay…just stop it. Friendly thoughts, friendly thoughts…
And just as he thought that he was going to be able to get himself under some semblance of control, once and for all, something… happened.
Colin felt the step stool moving a bit under his hands. Startled at first, thinking it was going to tip over, he gripped it more firmly and braced himself, ready to catch Penelope if she was about to topple over. But when he looked up, he realized the step stool wasn’t tipping over at all. It was moving back and forth with the effort of her movements as she screwed in the bracket for the curtain rod. And then, he noticed, couldn’t help but notice, truly, that with each twist of her wrist and arm, there was something happening with her bottom; the one that was right there in front of him.
Jiggle..
Jiggle…
Jiggle…
Each rotation of the screw driver was allowing the round globes of her backside to wobble, the curve where her buttocks met her plush thighs only just visible beneath the loose shorts. And Colin was mesmerized. He couldn’t tear his eyes away if the room was on fire and the world was crumbling down around them. Nope, he would simply perish while worshiping Penelope Featherington’s glorious rump as it wiggled and jiggled before him. He’d certainly die a happy man.
The quivering stopped momentarily and Colin wondered if he were actually going ‘round the bend. Had he imagined the twitching, wiggling, joggling of Penelope’s posterior? Was he actually so lost in his feels for her that he was hallucinating? But then he heard her place the second screw into the notch of the bracket and the subtle…but very obvious shudder of soft dimpled flesh mere inches from his face began anew. His cock was achingly stiff now, and jeans or no jeans, if she looked down at his crotch at that moment, there would be no mistaking that he was sporting an absolutely raging boner. He couldn’t even adjust himself because he had to keep his hands on the stool, the whole reason he was even there. As he watched, shamelessly, openly staring at her now, he had the overwhelming desire to press his face between her sumptuous thighs and smell her. Would she be as sweet as he had been imagining? Would she be wet if she knew how fucking hard he was for her?
And then Colin did something that would change both of their lives; he -moaned-. Aloud. Before he could catch himself he felt it happen, the vibration deep in his throat as it passed over his lips. And fuck, he sounded absolutely wrecked.
He heard a gasp and he saw Penelope whip her head around, screwdriver still clutched in her hand and he realized with a pounding heart that he couldn’t possibly recover from this. There was no mistaking the sound he had made. It wasn’t a moan of frustration or discomfort. It was desire, raw and real and evident in both his eyes…and his pants. He lowered his gaze, the heat of humiliation flooding his cheeks.
With his eyes on the floor, he felt Penelope turn fully. “Colin?” Did he dare to lift his head and look her in the eye? She didn’t sound… mad, exactly, or horrified. Instead her voice had seemed gentle. He decided he had to risk it. It was either that or remain forever looking at her little feet in the pair of tatty house slippers she was wearing. Taking a deep breath and trying not to look as frightened as he felt, he raised his eyes to Penelope.
“Pen I…” he began to try to explain, but then he saw her eyes, her pupils dark and huge, nearly taking over all of the crystal blue of her irises and her lids were droopy, lashes fluttering slowly. She looked… aroused? His chest felt like it would burst as she took a step down, and then another till she was standing on the second lowest of the ledges. It put them nearly eye to eye. When she slipped her arms intimately around his neck, her soft looking mouth only a tantalizing few inches away from his own, the room began to get fuzzy at the edges of his vision. He wondered if he had somehow migrated to a different earthly plane- an alternate universe where Penelope wanted him as desperately as he wanted her- and then he realized he wasn’t breathing so he took a great gulp of air. He was relieved to note that the room came back into sharp focus again and he decided he really needed to say something. ‘It’s now or never, mate,’ he thought and gathered his courage.
“Penelope I.. I know we’re just friends,” he began hesitantly. “But I… lately, well. I just think. I mean, you’re so fucking gorgeous and I just, well,” he fumbled, “I want to, I was wondering…” Christ he was completely mucking this up.To be fair he hadn’t had a plan. He hadn’t woken up that morning and said to himself ‘Time to go and tell your best friend you’d like to shag her brains out and maybe get married and have lots of babies and grow old together and die at the same time holding hands.’ His heart sank when she giggled, one hand coming up to try to mask her amusement. Colin felt completely ridiculous. He’d obviously read the situation all wrong and now she was going to (hopefully), gently let him down and maybe, he thought as he felt his heart breaking inside his chest, they could pretend this hadn’t happened and they could resume their friendship, platonic snd not sexual at all. She shook her head, though and suddenly looked very earnest.
“Colin can I say something? I can see you spiraling.”
“For fuck’s sake, Penelope, yes, please take over and change the subject or call me a wanker or whatever you like, but put me out of my misery here.”
She giggled again, but this time it was different. It was almost a sexy giggle, teasing at something more… “Colin. I know we’ve been just friends for ages. But I’ve fancied you for the longest time,” she said sweetly, her expression so open, so honest, he felt like his soul was coming back into his body after his earlier disassociation.
“You.. you have?” He felt his whole face split with how widely he was smiling. She nodded, matching his expression.
“Yes! I can’t believe you didn’t notice. Everyone else has,” she rolled her eyes.
“Everyone? What like El?”
Penelope nodded. “Fraid so. And Ben and Ant.”
“Anthony knows?” He blurted? He surely hadn’t been that obvious?
“Mmm hmm. And Daphne. And Fran and Hyacinth. And… you mum. Pretty much the whole Bridgerton household.” She bit her lip, for the first time looking less than confident . “I never thought you’d ever see me that way.” He was stunned into silence then, but while he was wrapping his brain around all this new information he nearly missed Penelope sidling even closer to him. But when he did…
“Penelope?”
“Mmm hmmm,” she was looking at him dreamily.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” his voice was husky, eyes dark and full of want.
“That sounds perfect…”
And then his lips slid against hers, noses sliding, bumping cheeks, and this time when Colin moaned, Penelope sighed in response, the screwdriver falling to the floor with a metallic clatter. They stayed like that, mouths exploring each other for an unknown amount of time. All Colin knew was the sweetness of her lips against his own, how pliant she was against him as her hands came up and her fingers threaded through the curls at the nape of his neck, how her mouth opened willingly for him when he slid his tongue along the plumpness of her lower lip.
He lifted her, then, his arms wrapping around her backside and bringing her to her bed. Thank Christ they were in her bedroom or he’d have been forced to take her against the nearest available surface. He filed that though away for another time. God he hoped there would be another time. And then he was on top of her, his long, broad form almost cocooning her own on her bed.
They broke apart for air, chests heaving with want. Colin couldn’t believe what he was seeing, what they were doing. Her, lying there under him, her lips swollen from his kisses, eyes heavy with lust, her fiery curls blanketing the pillow like a lion’s mane. “Penelope,” he sighed, tracing his fingers through a springy curl by her left ear. “I want you. I have wanted you, for quite some time.” He blushed then. He wasn’t used to being so open like this, except with her. He was always able to be just exactly himself with her.
“I want you too, Colin. So much,” she slid her hands beneath his shirt, squeezing the firm flesh that she found there. “Please, Colin…” her voice breathy and desperate, “please I need you…” His eyes rolled back into his head as her hips rose up to press her core against his straining erection.
Bracing himself over her with his left hand he let his right hand trace her face, then down her neck. He paused when his hand came to her breast and after a quick glance and an eager nod from her he surrounded her fullness with his hand, his fingers pressing into the heavy globe as he explored. Colin could feel her pebbled nipple beneath the fabric of her shirt and bra. “Touch me… touch me please,” she moaned, her hand covering his own and guiding him to the neckline of her shirt. He grasped the loose fabric of her t shirt and the cup of her bra all in one and pulled it down exposing her breast to him, her rosy pink nipple taught and aching for his mouth. And he gave. His mouth wrapped around the hardened nub and he suckled and swirled his tongue, a deep grunt rumbling in his chest as they both slid their hips together, desperate for friction to ease the intense ache of their desire.
Colin felt like he didn’t have enough hands for all he wanted to do to her, for her. He wanted to bury his nose in her soaked pussy and never come up for air, he wanted to drink from her while his fingers were buried inside of her, making her scream his name, he wanted to drive his cock so deep inside of her that their very souls would fuse together.
His fingers made their way down to the waistband of those tiny, barely there shorts she was wearing, the ones that had so tempted him and he played with the little drawstring he found there. His lips came off her nipple with a wet pop and he crawled down her body till his face was even with her belly button. “I’ve spent all afternoon imagining what you would taste like,” he murmured roughly. “I bet your cunny is so sweet, Penelope. Can I taste you, love?”
Penelope was practically shuddering at his filthy words and fuck she needed his mouth on her, needed it more than she had ever needed anything. “Yes, God, Colin, please, please…” her hands came to the drawstring and whipped it clean out of her shorts causing him to pull back for a moment and laugh. She blushed but smiled. “I’ve been fantasizing about you eating me out for ages, Colin. I’m impatient and I’m so fucking horny for you. Now will you please get your mouth on me?”
He grinned, “Yes ma’am,” and then Colin got to work. He slid the shorts down and gave them a toss somewhere over his shoulder as he practically dove his head between her soft, lush, thighs. Hell, if he had his way Penelope would never wear anything below the waist again! Come to think of it she could just forgo clothes altogether. She’d never need them as he planned to keep her naked and perched on his dick for the next seventy years or so. Clothes were going to be superfluous.
His nose nudged against the cotton gusset of her underwear and fuck she was just as soaked as he’d dreamed she’d be, and she smelled just as sweet as he’d imagined; potent and earthy, Colin inhaled deeply before sliding a single finger along the elastic below the curve of her lower belly. But then he was too eager to take his time and he knew she was more than ready. Without pretense he slid her knickers down off her hips and then she was bare for him.
Penelope’s breath took a sharp intake when she felt the cool air hit her heated center. She was desperate for some relief and she couldn’t believe that Colin was about to put his mouth on her pussy. She wasn’t groomed, just trimmed up neatly, and she couldn’t remember when she’d last shaved her legs, she hoped it was recently, but at the same time she didn’t care and she knew Colin wouldn’t be bothered with any of that either. The way he was looking at her made heat pool low in her belly and she could barely think about anything but the overwhelming need to be stuffed full of him- his fingers, his tongue, his cock, anything, everything.
And then his mouth was right where she needed it, gently probing at first, but then parting her slick, swollen folds eagerly with his tongue, his nose pressing insistently against her clit, sparkling flurries of pleasure that shot straight through her core. “Ooooooh yesss,” she moaned as he slid one long finger in alongside his tongue. He lapped at her like a starving man and deftly slid in another finger. She felt herself climbing higher and higher, ever closer to that peak. Her hands scrabbled urgently at his thick curls as she felt her climax approaching, and oh holy hell, she was going to cum hard. Her hips were canting up and into his face with each pass of his tongue. Absently she worried she might be suffocating him but then, like a crack of lightning, her orgasm hit her like a freight train. It was fierce and intense, her whole body humming and crackling like a firework exploding, and she was pretty sure she was crying out but she couldn’t say what words she uttered, only that she felt absolutely insensate with pleasure. She felt him moaning and nuzzling against her dripping slit as she came down from the heights and it made her shiver, she was so sensitive.
“Fuck, Colin…” she said when she caught her breath. She opened her eyes and saw that he was resting his head against her inner thigh, his fingers gently combing through the damp curls atop her mound. It was such an intimate thing for him to be doing and she felt dizzy with this reality. His mouth and nose were shiny, covered with her release and she felt her passage clench with want. Because oh, did she want. She wanted more of him, more of his mouth, certainly, and more of his fingers, yes. But what Penelope really wanted, really needed now was his cock. She had felt his hardness against her earlier, and she’d seen the impressive bulge when she’d turned to look at him after that terrifically depraved moan he’d let out while she’d been on the step stool. She had a pretty good idea that whatever was in his pants was going to be just as impressive as the rest of him and frankly, she couldn’t wait. Penelope hadn’t had sex with many people. There had been Alfie, her one, long term boyfriend from Uni, but that had been years ago. There had been a few one night stands here and there over the years, but her heart had always been so consumed with Colin that she’d had a hard time getting to such an intimate place with anyone else. But this scenario had always been a fantasy, one that she certainly never envisioned becoming a reality. So the fact that Colin Bridgerton, her best friend and long time secret love of her life, had his head between her legs, his face covered in her juices, his hand playing with her pubic hair, and was ever so subtly humping her mattress to get some friction on his boner, (the boner that he had because of HER??!!) was legitimately blowing her mind. Not to mention the absolutely mind bending orgasm he’d just given her.
She grinned and gave him a little tug by his curls. “Hey it’s not fair that I’m half naked and you’re fully clothed, you know,” she said as she toyed with the hem of the henley he’d put on that morning. With a wolfish grin he crawled his way up her body and kissed her fully on the mouth and she felt a jolt of arousal shoot through her belly when the tang of her own pleasure bloomed on her tongue. He kissed her lazily, his hands wandering up and down her form almost leisurely, but his hips were still insistently pressing against her own, the scratchy material of his jeans not an unwelcome sensation, but still, it wasn’t what she wanted and she pulled away gently, tugging on his curls again to get him to look her in the eye. “If you’re trying to distract me from the fact that your not naked, it won’t work.
He chuckled then, biting his lower lip, “I guess I just want to take my time with you,” he murmured, his hand sliding between her legs again. “I’ve wanted to do this,” he pressed two long fingers forward and into her wet heat again, “wanted to feel you, touch you for so long.” And she couldn’t help but give herself over to it, to his insistent fingers. But she wasn’t going to let him have all the fun. She slid her hand down from his chest to the belt line of his pants and with a nimble flick of her fingers she managed to undo the button of his fly. In a move that felt far more sophisticated than she ever thought she could accomplish- particularly while Colin had is fingers buried in her wet cunt, she slid the zipper down, opened the placket, pulled open the elastic band of his boxers and then her hand found purchase around his rigid cock.
He hissed when he felt her hot little hand surround his length, the tips of her fingers barely meeting around his girth. He knew he was already so close to the edge and even though it nearly killed him he slid his digits out of her grasped her wrist, pulling her away from his erection. “Christ, Penelope, I won’t last if you keep doing that,” he ground out, taking a moment to catch his breath. “Besides,” he looked at her hotly, his eyes glassy and dark, “I want to make you cum for me again. You’re so pretty when you cum,” and his mouth descended on her nipple sucking possessively while his fingers returned to their previous task of coaxing another orgasm from her.
It didn’t take long. “Oh my God!” Penelope couldn’t believe how quickly she felt the heat building inside of her, the warmth of her pleasure swirling through her, from her toes to the top of her head. “Colin…”
“Yes,” he murmured, his focus laser sharp on her face. She was exquisite to him as he brought her to the brink, winding her tighter and tighter. He was desperate for his own release and he couldn’t help but slide his jeans and boxers down far enough so that he could palm his aching erection. He was desperate to be in her. But first, he would watch her fall over the cliff. And with a few more well placed strokes from his fingers on that slippery, spongy spot inside of her, she was off and rolling, her voice keening her pleasure and calling his name as she gripped his shoulders for purchase.
As she came down from her second orgasm, she opened her eyes to look at Colin. In the time it had taken to catch her breath, he’d pulled away from her and removed the rest of his clothes so that he was kneeling at the end of her bed, slowly and lazily stroking his long, thick, length. “Please,” she sighed, opening her legs and reaching for him. “Please, I want you inside of me, Colin.” And she did. She wanted him to fill her full, to take up residence inside of her. She’d loved him for so long, had only dared to dream and hope and here he was. As he kneed his way toward her and slotted himself between her thighs and lined his swollen head against her flushed, pink, slit, she couldn’t believe that this was happening.
Colin attested to steady his breathing as he lined himself up with her. She was soaking wet and he knew she would feel incredible wrapped around him. “You are so lovely, Penelope,” he breathed as he slid himself up and down her wetness. And then he realized..
“What’s wrong,” she asked, worried that he was somehow having second thoughts. But he smiled and shook his head, reading her mind.
“Penelope, I’ve never wanted to do anything more than I want to fuck you right now. But I don’t have a rubber on me…” he trailed off. He felt like such an idiot. He hadn’t even thought about protection until just that moment.
“I’m clean, and I have an IUD,” she said, running her fingers up and down his arms. “I’m okay with it, if you are, anyway.”
He nodded, relieved, and he knew he wouldn’t last another minute without being inside of her. “Yeah, I’m good.. I mean I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone in a long time,” he said. “I think I’ve been waiting for this, for you,” he gazed at her meaningfully, “I love you, Penelope.”
Her hands cupped his jaw, “I’ve loved you for so long, Colin,” and she brought her head up to meet his own, sealing their confession with a passionate kiss, tongues and lips and teeth and desperation. When she finally pulled away her eyes were dark and bright with arousal. “Please Colin, please fuck me,” she whispered, her hips lifting closer to him, rubbing her pussy up and down his cock, feeling him swell even more against her.
With that, he took himself in hand and entered her in one smooth thrust.
The gratification was immediate and both of them gasped at the contact. “Oh… God, Colin,” she moaned, “I…I feel so full…”
“Jesus, you’re tight, Pen,” Colin ground out through gritted teeth. He couldn’t believe how good she felt, how right she felt around him. He felt like he was filling up every inch of her, she was perfect, made for him. He hadn’t even begun to move yet and he already felt the sharp pull in his belly, the coil ready to release. He had no idea how long he was going to last but he knew he couldn’t wait any longer. He had to move.
He started slow, a smooth, thorough, roll of his hips, her cunt so sodden that his cock slid easily in and out. It was exquisite, lightning sharp pleasure and the low, keening moan she let out below him went straight to his groin. Colin couldn’t help himself then, and with Penelope’s hips matching him thrust for thrust, he picked up the pace. The sweat was rolling down his back as he snapped his hips into hers, feeling the soft flesh there bounce with their movement. “Fuck, Penelope, look at you,” he grunted as he rutted into her again and again, driving into her with an almost maddening desire to never let this moment end, to cum inside of her and never leave her incredible wet warmth.
“Unnn feels so good,” she cried, her hands pressing into his back. Her nails were probably leaving little half moons in his flesh but he didn’t care. Hell he wanted her to mark him.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, so good, Pen, you’re taking my cock so well, love,” he knew he was babbling but he didn’t care. He was so close and so was she. Again and again he slid into her, his breathing ragged as he felt her begin to flutter around him. “Yes, cum for me, Pen, one more time, love, give me one more.” He brought his hand between them to slide a finger around her clit, knowing he was about to tumble over the cliff with her.
“Colin!” she cried, one hand flying up above her head, seizing the headboard for purchase while the other took hold of the back of his head, anchoring him to her as she flew apart around him. He finally, finally reached his own climax, bursting inside of her, his eyes meeting hers, sweaty foreheads smashed together as he shuddered, filling her up with everything he had until he had no more to give and no more strength to hold himself up, and he collapsed against her, breathing like he’d just run a marathon.
Colin knew he was probably squishing her but he wasn’t ready to slide out of her quite yet, so he slowly, gently rolled them to the side and braced his arm under a pillow for support as he came down from the heights of their pleasure. She was looking back at him with those pretty baby blues, her cheeks adorably flushed, her curls an absolute birds nest. Colin thought she’d never looked more beautiful.
“I can’t believe all of this,” she murmured. For a moment he was worried she was going to say she wanted to take it all back, but then she giggled, snuggling closer. “Who knew all I had to do to get you in bed was ask you to help me hang curtains,” she teased and he chuckled then. This was familiar, their easy banter together. And then when she whispered, “I meant it, you know. I have loved you secretly for so long.”
He looked down at her then, tracing a finger absently over her cheek. “I’m sorry I was an idiot and it took me so long to work things out,” he replied. “But I also meant what I said, Pen. I love you too,” he kissed her temple and brought the blanket from the end of the bed up and over their cooling bodies.
“Colin, what was different about today?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean,” she said, looking at him curiously, “What happened that made today the day you decided to profess your love and fuck me silly?”
“Ah, gotcha,” he said with a self satisfied grin. “Well, let’s just say that incredibly tiny pair of shorts you were wearing today pushed me over the edge,” he smiled.
“My shorts? My grey, ‘it’s laundry day’ shorts? The ones I wear when I’m cleaning my toilet?”
“I’m a man of simple pleasures, Penelope. And your arse just looked so good,”
She pulled away from him then, looking shocked. “Colin! Were you ogling me?”
“Hey, it was right there,” he defended himself. “And the way it jiggled in those shorts…” he trailed off, looking dreamy.
“Speaking of those,” she looked around the bed, “Where are my shorts? Colin joined her in looking for them and then slapped his forehead.
“Pen, thank God for those curtains,” he said and pointed to her window. She followed the line of his finger and there they were. Her toilet cleaning, ratty, well washed, bleach stained, top shop shorts… hanging from the newly hung curtain rod.
The End