Page 27 of On a Fault Line

Penny shakes her head. “It doesn’t hurt necessarily. It just feels really sensitive inside. And when the hot water hits me a certain way or your finger, it causes a sensation that is slightly uncomfortable—but mostly it just makes me want to make the friction more profound.”

I slowly remove my finger and smile as I feel Penny attempt to hold it inside her, moaning as she gets the friction she claims to want.

Spinning her around to look at me, I capture her lips in an open-mouth kiss. And then we feast. Hands and legs intertwine, and I revel in the feeling of trying to mold our bodies together to become one.

My mouth devours hers, tasting all parts of her and exploring just how far my tongue can slide into her mouth.

She’s perfection.

When we finally part, Penny is panting into my shoulder.

“I think we need to take a couple of days off so you can?—”

Sitting up in a hurry, she looks at me with pleading eyes. “No. Please don’t do that.”

“But you are in pain.”

“It’s still worth it. And we are down five days already.”

“It doesn’t mean we can’t connect in other ways, Pen. It will just allow for some creativity.”

Before she has time to ask more questions, I place both hands on her hips and lift her so my cock is pressed snugly under her pussy but not inside. Taking the hint, Penny gets up on her knees, using my shoulders to anchor her movements, and then slides back and forth.

And it feels divine.

Too good.

We did this on the terrace but the clothing got in the way.

Now is different.

“Take from me, Princess.”

“Why does this feel so good? Like it shouldn’t feel this good, right?”

“Everything with you feels better.”

And then she finds her rhythm, riding me and grinding against me with the pressure she needs but never having me go inside. “Mmm…”

“Yes, Princess. Get yourself off.”

And she does.

* * *

“Get in this kitchen right now.”

I steady my breathing as I wait for Penelope Hoffman to make her way to me.

“What? What’s wrong?”

I gesture toward the huge box that was delivered here when we were coming back from our escapade on the terrace.

Her hands fly to her mouth. “Oh, my. That’s way better than I was expecting for cartoon cocks.”

“Better?”

“Yup.”

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