One of Penelope's favourite things about sex was the kissing. She'd always enjoyed it, loved how connected it made her feel with somebody and the way Charlie kissed, whether it was slow and grateful or more like how they'd come together now... well, Penelope had loved it all so far and felt confident that it was unlikely she'd ever find it a chore. She'd have been happy to have kept kissing him now, if he hadn't moved, but he did and with a hand still in his hair she tilted her head as he began to trail kisses along her neck and down her body.
It didn't take much to get Penelope wound up these days. She and Charlie engaged in some sort of physical activity most nights they were able to share together, still very much basking in that honeymoon stage of a new relationship, where everything is exciting and new. Most things for Penelope had been exciting and new anyway, without taking into consideration that she was experiencing them with Charlie specifically. And then there was the fact that physically Penelope found Charlie almost painfully attractive, never before having gone for his type; A man with broad shoulders, taught muscles, long hair and that amazing beard she loved so much.
She could feel it too, soft prickles pressing through the fabric of her shirt as he closed his teeth on the sensitive flesh of her covered breasts. She'd hissed softly then, her eyes fluttering closed on the sensation, her hand tugging softly on his hair. She kept her eyes closed for a minute then, concentrating soley on the feel of his hot breath along with those small nips and kisses as he made his way lower, only opening them again once he'd reached her thigh.
He was looking to her as she peeked down, blue eyes fixed on her brown ones as he smirked and took teeth to her underwear. She whimpered softly then, her hand still at his head but no longer tugging his hair, instead stroking absently as he claimed her beautiful. He was a terrible tease sometimes, seemingly always wanting her to wait or beg for it and so, without much effort at all (her body wanting it as much as she did), she tilted her hips, almost withering beneath him as she softly whined his name.