Warning! Mature content.
Tyrion kept Penelope’s hands pinned above her head using only his left hand. His right hand pulled the garnt down so her breast would be fully exposed to him.
Penelope squird beneath him, but she was still not against his actions. There was simply a need to cover herself, but Tyrion kept her from doing so.
Tyrion released the garnt as he didn’t intend to expose more of her body. He stared at what was hidden from him all along.
He was lucky her legs were perfectly trapped between his, or she would have hit him where it would ruin the mood that fell upon the room.
Tyrion had never witnessed a more beautiful sight.
Penelope’s hair was sprawled across the bed and along the sides of her face. Her cheeks were flushed, and her face still filled with embarrassnt. Her breast, just from the looks of it, would perfectly fit the palm of his hands.
If he were so kind of beast, he would enjoy feasting on her.
"Must you stare so long? We are married. It is not a sight you must stare at so long as though you shall never see it again," Penelope said to end his stare.
Tyrion smiled. "You have little idea of what is occurring in my mind. We shall see each other many tis after this, but this mont, this is our first. I want it to be a pleasant mory for both of us, which we will not forget."
Tyrion gently ran his finger from her collarbone down through the valley of her breast and continued till he reached where her garnt laid.
Penelope’s skin tingled where he touched her.
There was a strange feeling building between her thighs, the more he touched her, and the more he stared at her with such desire.
Penelope enjoyed the view she got of his fra as he towered over her. From the clear outline of his broad shoulders to his muscular arms, which always managed to get her attention.
Again, Penelope was clueless as to how she had avoided his advances for so long. She was almost lting in the palm of his hands now. So close to doing everything that he asked, like she didn’t have a mind of her own.
Penelope held her breath as he lowered his upper body, her view montarily blocked by his ssy hair.
Penelope gasped, her nails digging into the hand which kept her from moving after Tyrion kissed her breast.
The kisses persisted until he found his way to her erect nipple.
Penelope’s hands closed in on Tyrion’s hand as much as they could. She wanted him to free her just this once, since she desperately needed sothing to hold.
"It was the treats you were ant to enjoy later," Penelope said, closing her eyes as his tongue circled the hardened bud.
"When did I say that? I ant to feast on more than just those treats. Did I not give you many hints that you would be my final treat?" Tyrion asked.
Penelope bit her lip, her eyes opening wide when he playfully bit her. "I am not sothing to eat."
Tyrion smiled.
Penelope had so much to learn, and as her husband, he would gladly teach her, but with slow steps so she wouldn’t run out of his arms.
Tyrion released Penelope’s hands, trusting that she would not try to cover her body from his eyes.
His left hand pald her breast, weighing it in his hand. She had nothing to be embarrassed about.
Penelope shuddered, overwheld by strange emotions as his mouth devoured her soft flesh again.
She would have never guessed that this was sothing couples did, and it would feel so wonderful.
"T-Tyrion," she stamred as she cried out his na. He had pinched her, followed by pressing his thumb against her.
Penelope tried to close her legs, but Tyrion’s large fra was still in the way. Her hands found their way to his hair, her fingers making his hair even ssier.
Penelope pressed his face further against her body, surprising them both with her actions. She was enjoying herself too much to think of what she was doing.
For a slight second, Penelope was certain Tyrion was smiling as he teased her breast.
Tyrion’s right hand slipped from enjoying the softness of her flesh to return under her garnt. His hand rested on her thigh, giving it a little squeeze.
Tyrion clenched his jaw when she called his na again. It was the sweetest she had ever said his na, and it created a problem.
He was already hard, wanting to connect their bodies, but Tyrion was sticking to his plans to hold off. He could take care of his predicant later, but as of right now, his focus was all on Penelope.
Tyrion moved his hand up her thigh, inching closer to her most intimate area.
Tyrion distracted her with a kiss so she would not panic over where his hand was placed. He tid it all well for his right hand to be on her inner thigh one mont, and before Penelope could question what he was doing, he touched her, feeling the warmth that pooled up there.
"Tyrion," Penelope said, pulling away from the kiss.
"Trust ," said Tyrion. "It will be uncomfortable at first," he said, pressing one finger to her.
His finger was soon coated with her fluid.
Penelope wished to hide under the blankets. Tyrion toying with her breasts had already brought on a strange feeling for her, but now his fingers were probing at a place no one had ever touched so intimately.
Seeing Penelope beco so shy made Tyrion’s erection worse. He was restrained by the pants he wore, but he continued to ignore it.
Tyrion moved his hand from touching her and placed his finger in his mouth to taste her.
Penelope thought it was strange of him to do until she saw his head going between her legs. "Tyrion!" She attempted to move him away, only for Tyrion to hold her hand.
Penelope was flustered. The room had suddenly beco hot, and she had little clue of what Tyriom intended to do to her.
All she knew was that his face should not be placed there.
"You are getting in the way of enjoying my treat, Penelope. It is only you who will regret prolonging this later. Don’t fear it," Tyrion said, determined to taste her. "I shall have my fill of you."
Penelope shuddered, her lips parting in an unladylike manner. Her hands gripped the blanket beneath her as Tyrion welcod a new experience upon her.
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