Day 1: Cunnilingus 

Day 1: Cunnilingus

The soft murmur of the ocean lapped against the shore, the evening air cool and fragrant with the scent of salt and jasmine. Penelope lay on the silken sheets of the bed, her body still glowing with the remnants of the day's warmth, wrapped in the comfort of their new life together. Their honeymoon had been everything she had imagined—filled with stolen glances, tender kisses, and nights spent entwined in each other's arms. Yet tonight, as Colin moved beside her, there was a different kind of tension in the air, something that caused her heart to flutter in anticipation.

He had been quieter than usual, his touches more deliberate, his gaze lingering on her in a way that made her skin tingle. Penelope shifted slightly, her gown rustling softly against her skin, and she glanced over at him, her lips curving into a small, contented smile.

"What is it, Colin?" she asked softly, her voice laced with curiosity. "You seem... thoughtful."

Colin chuckled quietly, turning to face her fully as he propped himself up on one elbow, his dark eyes glinting with something she couldn't quite place. "Am I so transparent, even now?"

"After all these years of watching you," Penelope teased gently, "I'd say I've become quite good at reading you."

He leaned closer, his hand brushing a stray lock of hair from her cheek. His touch was warm, comforting, but there was a subtle edge to his movements tonight—something bolder, more daring. "There is something I've been thinking about," he murmured, his voice low, almost conspiratorial.

Penelope raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? And what might that be?"

Colin's lips curved into a slow smile, and he glanced away for a moment as though gathering his thoughts. When he looked back at her, there was a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Something my brothers mentioned once," he said quietly, his hand now resting lightly on her waist. "Something they told me a husband might enjoy... and that a wife might enjoy even more."

Penelope felt a warm flush creep up her neck at his words, her mind racing to decipher the meaning behind them. Her heart beat a little faster as Colin's hand slowly slid along the curve of her waist, his fingers brushing the edge of her gown with a touch that sent a shiver down her spine.

"And what is it that your brothers suggested?" she asked softly, her breath catching slightly as his hand continued its journey downward.

Colin's gaze darkened, his smile turning almost wicked as he leaned closer, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. "I want to taste you," he whispered, his voice husky with desire.

Penelope's breath caught in her throat, her entire body tingling with the sudden shock of his words. Never had she imagined such a thing, such an act of intimacy. The very idea of Colin lowering himself in such a way was both scandalous and thrilling, and she found herself at a loss for words as her cheeks flushed a deep crimson.

"Colin, I—" she stammered, her voice barely audible as her mind raced.

But he placed a gentle finger against her lips, silencing her before she could protest. "Trust me," he murmured, his eyes locking onto hers with a tender intensity that made her heart ache. "I want to give you this. I want to make you feel... everything."

Penelope's breath came in short, uneven gasps as she stared up at him, her body trembling with the anticipation of what was to come. The heat between them had always been undeniable, a fire that seemed to burn brighter with every touch, every kiss. But this—this was something entirely new, a kind of intimacy she had never even dreamed of experiencing.

Colin shifted on the bed, his hands gently tugging at the hem of her gown. His fingers brushed against her bare legs as he lifted the fabric higher, exposing the soft, pale skin of her thighs to the cool evening air. Penelope swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest as she felt the weight of his gaze on her, the hunger in his eyes unmistakable.

"Are you certain?" she whispered, her voice trembling with a mixture of nerves and excitement.

Colin smiled, his hand caressing the curve of her hip as he leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her belly. "I've never been more certain of anything," he murmured against her skin.

With slow, deliberate movements, he spread her legs gently, his hands firm yet tender as they guided her into a position of vulnerability that made her heart race. Penelope closed her eyes, trying to calm the fluttering in her stomach as she felt the cool breeze from the open window brush against the bare skin of her thighs.

Her breath hitched as Colin lowered himself between her legs, his hands caressing her inner thighs with a touch that was both reverent and possessive. The intimacy of the moment made her dizzy, her mind reeling with the realization of what was about to happen.

And then, his lips brushed against her skin—soft, warm, and deliberate.

Penelope gasped, her hands clutching the sheets as Colin's mouth moved lower, the heat of his breath sending shivers up her spine. His lips pressed a trail of soft kisses along the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, each one sending a fresh wave of warmth pooling between her legs.

Her body trembled with anticipation, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps as Colin's hands slid higher, his thumbs gently parting her folds with a touch that made her heart stop. She could feel the wetness gathering there, a slick heat that seemed to beg for his attention, and when his tongue finally touched her, she let out a soft cry, her hips jerking involuntarily at the sensation.

"Colin," she gasped, her hands flying to his hair as her body reacted instinctively to the sudden shock of pleasure. His tongue moved slowly, deliberately, teasing her in a way that made her thighs tremble with need.

He hummed softly against her, the vibrations sending another jolt of pleasure through her as his hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he continued his slow, torturous exploration of her most intimate place. Every stroke of his tongue was a deliberate act, each movement designed to draw out her pleasure, to make her body sing with desire.

Penelope's head fell back against the pillow, her mouth falling open in a soft moan as Colin's tongue circled the sensitive bud at the apex of her folds, sending waves of heat crashing through her. She had never felt anything like this before, the sheer intensity of the sensations overwhelming her, making her feel as though she were drowning in a sea of pleasure.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, her body arching off the bed as she struggled to stay grounded in the moment. But Colin was relentless, his tongue continuing its slow, deliberate movements, each one more tantalizing than the last. The wet sounds of his mouth against her flesh filled the room, a testament to how fully he was indulging in her.

"You taste divine," he murmured, his voice low and breathless as he paused for a moment, his lips brushing against her inner thigh. "Better than I could have imagined."

Penelope's breath hitched at his words, her body trembling with a mixture of embarrassment and desire. The way he spoke, the way he touched her—it was as though he were worshipping her, as though her pleasure was the only thing that mattered in the world.

And in that moment, it was.

Colin's tongue returned to her folds, the sensation of his mouth against her sending another wave of pleasure through her. He teased her relentlessly, his tongue flicking against the sensitive bud with just enough pressure to make her gasp, her hips lifting off the bed as her body chased the feeling.

But he did not let her fall over the edge, not yet. His movements were slow, deliberate, designed to keep her on the brink, to build the tension inside her until she felt as though she might burst from the need for release.

Penelope whimpered, her fingers tightening in his hair as she tried to guide him, to make him go faster, harder. But Colin was in control, his hands holding her hips firmly in place as he continued his slow, torturous pace.

"Patience," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. "I want this to last."

Penelope whimpered softly, her body trembling with the tension Colin was so carefully building. She had never experienced anything like this before—this slow, torturous dance of pleasure that left her aching, every nerve alight with sensation. She could feel the heat between her legs growing unbearable, the need for release tightening like a coil inside her, but Colin seemed determined to draw it out, to keep her hovering on the edge.

His tongue moved with languid grace, teasing her, coaxing her pleasure without allowing her to fall into it. Every flick, every slow stroke sent a fresh wave of desire crashing through her, and Penelope could hardly breathe, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she gripped the sheets beneath her with white-knuckled hands.

"Colin," she gasped, her voice barely more than a whisper as her fingers tangled in his hair, trying desperately to guide him, to pull him closer. "Please, I—"

But her words were lost as Colin's tongue circled her sensitive bud again, pressing just firmly enough to send a shiver of pleasure racing up her spine. Her back arched off the bed, her thighs trembling as she struggled to hold on, to resist the overwhelming sensations coursing through her.

He hummed softly against her, his hands sliding up her thighs to hold her steady, his touch firm and reassuring. "I can feel how much you want it," he murmured, his voice low and dark, filled with a quiet hunger that made her body shudder. "But not yet, my love. Not yet."

Penelope let out a soft moan, her head falling back against the pillow as her hips bucked gently against his mouth, seeking the release he was denying her. The wet sounds of his tongue against her flesh filled the room, mingling with her ragged breaths and the soft cries of pleasure she could no longer hold back.

It was maddening—the way he touched her, the way he held her so delicately yet so completely under his control. She had never imagined Colin capable of such things, never dreamed he could make her feel this way. Her body was his now, trembling, pliant, desperate for more.

Colin's tongue slowed for a moment, his lips pressing soft, teasing kisses along the sensitive folds of her sex, drawing a whimper from her as he kept her on the very edge of release. "I could spend hours here," he whispered against her skin, his breath warm and gentle, "worshipping you like this."

Penelope's heart raced at his words, her body trembling with anticipation as she felt the heat inside her growing more intense by the second. She could feel her muscles tightening, her breath coming in shallow gasps as the tension built and built, coiling tighter with every passing moment.

But still, Colin held her there, refusing to let her fall.

His tongue returned to her, moving with agonizing slowness as he flicked gently over the sensitive bud once more, each stroke sending a fresh wave of pleasure through her that left her gasping for air. Her thighs trembled, her body straining against his hold as she tried to press herself closer to him, needing more, craving the release that seemed just out of reach.

And then, without warning, his pace quickened.

Penelope let out a sharp cry, her body arching off the bed as Colin's tongue moved more firmly, more deliberately, each stroke sending her higher, pushing her closer to the edge she had been teetering on for what felt like an eternity.

Her hands flew to his shoulders, her fingers digging into his skin as she felt the pleasure building, overwhelming her senses. "Colin," she gasped, her voice trembling with need. "I can't—"

"You can," he whispered, his voice filled with quiet authority as he pressed a soft kiss to her inner thigh. "And you will."

His tongue flicked over her again, sending another sharp jolt of pleasure through her, and Penelope's breath hitched as her body responded, her thighs trembling uncontrollably as the tension inside her reached its peak.

It was too much—too intense, too overwhelming. She could feel herself unraveling, her mind lost to the heat and the pleasure that seemed to consume her completely. Her hips bucked against his mouth, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly as she tried to hold on, tried to keep herself grounded in the storm of sensation.

And then, finally, Colin gave her what she needed.

His tongue pressed firmly against her, his movements becoming faster, more deliberate, each stroke sending her spiraling closer and closer to the edge. The wet heat of his mouth, the soft, maddening flick of his tongue—it was all too much, and Penelope could feel the pleasure crashing over her in waves, her body trembling violently as she cried out his name, her hands pulling him closer, needing him to take her all the way.

And he did.

Penelope's release was sudden, overwhelming, the tension snapping all at once as her body convulsed beneath him, her hips jerking against his mouth as the pleasure flooded through her. She gasped for air, her breath coming in sharp, ragged bursts as she felt herself shatter beneath his touch, every nerve in her body alight with sensation.

Colin held her steady, his hands firm on her hips as he continued his ministrations, guiding her through the waves of her climax with a careful, deliberate touch. His tongue moved slower now, gentler, easing her down from the heights of pleasure as her body trembled with the aftershocks of her release.

Penelope's breath came in shallow gasps, her mind spinning as she lay back against the pillows, utterly spent. Her body was still humming with the remnants of her orgasm, her skin flushed and damp with sweat as she tried to catch her breath.

Colin pressed a soft kiss to her thigh, his hands stroking gently along her trembling legs as he lifted his head to meet her gaze. His eyes were dark with desire, his lips glistening with her wetness as he smiled at her, a slow, satisfied grin that made her heart race all over again.

"Was that... what you wanted?" she whispered breathlessly, her voice still shaky from the intensity of the experience.

Colin chuckled softly, his hand sliding up her body to rest on her waist as he leaned over her, his lips brushing against hers in a tender kiss. "It was everything I wanted," he murmured, his voice low and filled with affection. "And more."

Penelope blushed, her heart swelling with a mixture of love and desire as she gazed up at him, her body still trembling with the afterglow of their shared intimacy. She had never imagined that something so scandalous could feel so... perfect.

Colin kissed her again, his lips soft and warm against hers as he whispered, "I told you, I wanted to make you feel everything."

And in that moment, Penelope knew that he had succeeded.