The next morning, David woke up delightfully warm with Penelope tucked up against him. His arm was snuggled around her so between that hand and his other, he was touching as much of her delicious skin as he could with ten fingertips. He held her but did his very best not to wake her. He wanted her to be able to rest after their emotionally and physically exhaustive night before.
He took a slow, deep breath. He could make out a hint of his own cologne… and mmmm the beautiful scents that made up Penelope: vanilla and some kind of citrus. Her hair, her skin… it was all he could do to not nibble on her.
There was something else… oh yeah, sex. They and the air between them smelled like sex.
Last night they had made love furiously. There were copious numbers of needy kisses and lots of 'I love yous'. Too many orgasms to count.
He had checked in several different times and ways with Penelope while they started to make out during the course of the evening. This was an obvious quest in pursuit of her request to make love to her. However, she grew tired of it before too long and begged him to stop the push and pull when it came to sex. After that, she brought him to life one more time and rode him like the cowgirl he was sure she was in another life.
Memories of that alone stirred his cock alive again. He took a deep breath to try and calm himself. The early sun was shining through the sheers of her bedroom. He looked around at all of the colorful decorations he hadn't had the chance to note last night.
More pillows than any one reasonable person could ever use.
Bohemian beaded curtains that made up the doorway to her bedroom.
Bookcases filled with very few books, some photos and lots of very-colorful knick-knacks.
By the time he finished inventorying her nest, he was rock hard. He took another deep breath with her still cuddled against him and couldn't resist any longer. He decided they could always take a nap later. He started waking her gently.
David scooted down the bed a few inches and moved his arm around her middle. This conveniently aligned his face with her breast. He started with one short, little lick along the outside of the plump flesh. He repeated that motion, moving inward, until he reached her areola and finally her nipple.
At that point she started to squirm, moved to her side as well and threw her arm around David.
Now that they were on their sides, facing each other, he took the opportunity to lavish her other breast in the same way. When done, he encouraged her to lay on her back.
Returning his mouth to the first breast he kissed that morning, his fingers travelled to her center at the same time. He combed through her incredibly soft pubic hair, then caressed the soft skin of her thighs, slowly encouraging her to open up for him. She spread her legs apart inch by inch. When he knew he'd be able to reach and play with her, he moved his lips up her neck toward her ear.
"Goodmorning, Sweet Bella," David breathed while he continued to place tiny kisses behind her ear. He heard a hum in response. "May I enter you, Kitten?"
He continued to pet the tender, creamy skin on the top of her thighs while he waited for her answer.
"Hmmmm, please," the luscious blonde said without opening her eyes.
Dave hummed in return as he kissed his way down her neck to latch his lips on her breast again; suckling, licking, nipping. At the same time he ran one finger along her pussy opening, bottom to top and back. He was pleased with what he found there.
"So wet for me," he whispered to her breast more than her ear. Two fingers entered her easily and her body arched in response for him. He growled as he moved his mouth to her sternum, to attack and suckle down the middle of her body.
Penelope's sigh was barely audible, but what Dave made out was "More…"
Happy to oblige, Dave added the knuckle of his thumb up against her clit at the same time he pushed his fingers in again. The resulting moan from his girl let him know he was giving her what she wanted.
'His girl'… he liked the sound of that. He opened his eyes and looked at the beauty next to him. His admiration of her caused a slight hesitation of his fingers working in her and she wiggled her hips.
"Oh yes, so sorry my Sweet," he quipped and kissed her lips, devoid of lipstick this morning. Dave upped the rhythm of his ministrations so that she was writhing. Soon he could feel the walls of her pussy beginning to beat on their own. With one more rather long, hard suckle to her nipple, she came undone and her most-intimate parts were completely pulsating.
She pulled him closer and he smiled. He kept his fingers inside of her. He stroked the hair off her brow with the other hand, tracking it through the few pebbles of sweat gathered there. He attentively watched her come down from her orgasm. She was so beautiful.
Finally opening her eyes, she looked up at him with a delighted smile. "Good morning, Baby…"
"Good morning, Bella…"
She laced her fingers through his thick, dark hair and drew him down for a proper good morning kiss. They kissed sweetly, gradually using more open mouth and more of their tongues. Penelope started grabbing at David's shoulders, torso and ass, and he followed her lead. He moved all the way on top of her, his body between her legs, his forearms bracketing her sweet face.
"Yes, Bella," David whispered between more kisses. "What else can I do for you this morning?"
Penelope's hips rose to meet his groin, and her hands wrapped around to pull him to her by his backside.
"Make me come again, please."
"Mmmm, my pleasure," David moaned as he kissed her lips, her shoulders and moved his cock closer to her center. Kissing her again deeply, he positioned himself and slid into her slowly. He slid in and out, gradually deeper until he was fully seated in her.
They had made love so fast and furious the night before - several times - that David was intentionally going slow.
"Faster, please, Baby," Penelope begged.
"Sweet Bella. I take care of you, yes?" He was both amused and grateful at her insatiability. He actually thanked the Heavens for her insatiability.
"Yes," she whined.
"Then let me decide this morning, okay?" He framed it like a question but they both knew it wasn't.
"Fiiiiiiiine," she groaned, smiling.
He returned her smile, all the while he focused on covering every piece of her skin with kisses he could while still inside her. He moved in and out of her steadily, finally settling on kissing her on the mouth while he did so. When he took a break from kissing, he looked her in the eyes.
"I love you, so much," he recited.
"And I love you, Baby," she replied.
The more often they repeated it, the more-steadily he moved and the higher she met him. When they eventually climaxed, they called out for one another. Dave collapsed next to her maintaining as much bodily contact as possible without crushing her.
Penelope kept hold of David's arm that was still slung over her, and trapped one of his legs between hers.
"Okay, fine, you won that round. Slow was good," she giggled, then took his hand and kissed it.
After they rested a little while, their stomachs rumbled and they laughed.
"Eggs Florentine? Scrambled? What sounds good?" Penelope asked while she was still had David snuggled her arms.
"Mmmm Florentine sounds good. I haven't had those forever."
"Alrighty," she gave him a quick kiss and extracted herself from bed. She put on her robe and put her hair back, about to leave the bedroom. "I'll call when they're almost ready… and you get to tell me about these ex-wives!"
David groaned loudly as she walked away.
Penelope laughed in response.
Once in the kitchen, she busied herself. She placed English Muffins on a griddle to start toasting. She was whisking the butter into the yolk and lemon water for Hollandaise when she heard, then felt, David behind her. An arm snaked around her waist.
"What can I do for you, Mr. Rossi?" She asked coyly.
David moved a ponytail and kissed the back of Penelope's neck. "Well, I believe you did part of it already this morning, Miss Garcia…"
"Oh *really*, did I now…?"
"Hmmm, that's what I remember…"
Penelope batted his arm away. She pecked him on the lips and took a minute to appreciate him in sweatpants that hung low and the fitted t-shirt he wore. Then she went to the refrigerator to grab the eggs. "Well, kind sir, I need to get the eggs on. Pour the coffee, get some silverware, would you please?"
She already had the water and vinegar going, but efficiently poached the eggs and added the spinach for the last few seconds. Penelope assembled the egg dishes while she smiled and continued to feign warding off David's advances.
"Let's sit… you're not getting out of this conversation, Buckaroo."
They sat and tucked into their meal. "Alrighty, go," she gave the green light. Or, rather, she pushed him over the starting line.
"We said we'd have a conversation… wow," he exhaled.
"A lot of conversation for a couple days' time," David wasn't trying to beg off, he was trying to prepare himself. He considered his relationships to be an epically unattractive part of his past.
David cleared his throat.
"Alright. Carolyn was my first wife," he sighed. "She's absolutely the one of my wives that I loved the most. We were married a few years. We were young. I was just back from the war. We still stay in touch for birthdays and at the holidays. Well, she stays in touch. I call her after I get a card from her."
"There were probably a number of reasons our marriage fell apart. I am absolutely terrible at remembering dates and special occasions. So, there's something to know about getting involved with me," David sighed. "But we had an additional stressor we couldn't get past."
"At my ripe old age of twenty three, Carolyn gave birth to a little baby boy," he smiled a sad smile. He chanced a glance at Penelope who watched him intently. "His name was James David… He only lived one day."
Penelope gasped and immediately put her hand on top of his, across the small table. "Oh, David. I'm so sorry."
David held her hand and closed his eyes. Meeting her gaze again, he gave a softer smile, trying to convey his appreciation.
"The stress was just way too much. We never really recovered. So James' death, along with my inattentive disposition… imploded us." He took a moment to let the sadness pass over him.
"The other stories are much quicker," David shot for a little bit of levity.
She smiled compassionately, squeezed his hand, letting it go so he could continue. They both kept taking bites of breakfast in-between stories and during pauses.
"My second wife was Hayden. We were married a short time later, and only for a summer. I think she is still a U.S. diplomat for the French embassy. …Alors oui, je parle un peu Français," he smiled. "But really? I was jealous. I wanted to get back to the U.S. and climb the ladder at the FBI. I didn't want to be a diplomat's husband. She had all the purpose and all the power."
David sighed. "Obviously, I'm not proud of my motivation in that situation."
"How old were you then?" She asked.
"Twenty eight," he replied.
Her eyebrows raised and hummed. "Still younger than I am now."
He chuckled. "I've always been an overachiever."
"Third and final is Krystall. That's with a 'K' and two 'L's. Blackjack dealer in Vegas. A winning streak, too much scotch and compliments of an Elvis impersonator, we were married… and started divorce proceedings the next morning," David raised an eyebrow at his last confession.
At that, Penelope barked out in laughter. He joined her.
"Well thank you for the run-down, Mr. Rossi," she reached out for his hand again. "I really do appreciate you telling me about… 'the ex-wives'…"
David let out a loud exhale. "Yeah. Talking about my failed marriages always a combination of embarrassment and acceptance of the facts for me… How about you, Miss Garcia? Any ex-husbands you want to tell me about?"
Penelope chuckled weakly at that. "No, no… in all transparency, my longest relationship was with Shane… the boy I got involved with way too young. We ended up actually dating after my parents died. It was messed up and complicated and turned icky again, of course. Clearly, like I told you last night it made the rest of my romantic escapades… confusing. Ineffective. Failures, basically."
Her sad smile affirmed her story. It seemed to be a story of loss, or a story of missing something in life she wish she'd had.
Miraculously, they had managed to finish their breakfast through all of that. As they were accustomed to doing, they rose from the small kitchen table and cleaned up together.
After the ginormous data download, it was impressive that the air around them was still completely amicable. Touches were not as sensual as they were tender. There were brief embraces, initiated by each of them. They squeezed hands. Penelope put her hand on his shoulder. David put his arm around her waist.
When they were done with the kitchen, Penelope laughed as she went to sit on the couch.
"Next big decision. Are we getting dressed or staying in our pajamas today?"
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Alors oui, je parle un peu Français. = So yes, I do speak a little French.
