A/N: Nothing here but smut and fluff.

AMORE ET HONORE

By: tweety-src-clt9

Desires Ablaze

Colin's eyes were focused on his wife's beautiful azure orbs as his finger played with the very thin strap of her nightgown. She really was a goddess sent by the heavens to torment and bless his silly arse. However, he wanted to be sure that she was indeed ready. He needed her to want this as much as he did.

He pressed his lips against her forehead, closing his eyes as he inhaled the sweet scent of her hair. "You don't have to make me feel better since I lost our chess match," he said teasingly as he looked into her eyes once again. Since she was so tiny, she had to tilt her head to look at him. Their height difference made his blood boil with a desire so ardent that if she didn't stop him soon, he was afraid he would spontaneously combust if that were possible. It was so erotic that she was so soft, tiny, and curvy a stark contrast to his lean hard muscles, large stature, and tall height.

"I don't see this as a consolation prize for the loser," she smirked, her eyes shining with mischief and defiance. Damn!

"What do you call this then?" he inquired as his lips trailed kisses on her face.

"A reward for being smart enough to acknowledge your defeat," she said matter-of-factly and this quiet confidence made him growl.

"You're really asking for it, wife," he playfully nibbled on her right ear.

"Promises, promises," she said with an eye roll, her voice laced with boredom.

He raised both of his hands to settle on her delicate and soft shoulders, using his fingers to move the straps to the side. When the straps got stuck on her arm, he hissed in frustration and she giggled.

"I don't see why this is so funny," he mumbled.

"You do know that the straps are tied like ribbons," she giggled even more.

His eyes focused on the straps, and indeed, the ribbons were not a design but it was the very thing that held this thin excuse of a nightgown together. "Pardon my ignorance for the latest designs of female nightclothes, my love," he said sarcastically and she snorted. Both of his hands pulled on the knots at the same time, and ever so slowly, as if time seemed to stop, the piece of cloth fell down to the floor, gliding against her smooth pale skin in the most tantalizingly delicious of ways.

This time around, Penelope didn't make any motion to cover her nakedness. Instead, she took deep calming breaths as his eyes hungrily feasted on her glorious body. Licking his bottom lip, he whispered, "God! I'm feeling ravenous."

"Should I send for some food?" Penelope, ever kind and innocent, inquired gently.

He grabbed hold of her hand and still facing her beautifully rounded naked body, led her to their bed. "I never said I was ravenous for food, darling," he said lecherously and he smirked when her flush deepened even more. It made her skin glow in the most sinuous ways since her chest was tinged with the same color.

Stopping in front of the bed, he said, "sit on the edge of the bed." She quietly obeyed his command and her eyes seemed to sparkle as she eagerly waited for what he would be doing next.

"If I knew that you'd be this beautiful in daylight, I would have demanded the wedding to be at the crack of dawn," he remarked as he settled himself to sit on the floor in front of her.

He was determined to make this really good for her so he was taking it slow, but then, his Penelope seemed to have other ideas. Her tiny hands held on to his broad shoulders as she pushed his shirt away from his torso, making him chuckle. He helped her be rid of his shirt as he haphazardly threw it away.

"Rather daring, are we, Mrs. Bridgerton?"

"You ought to play fair, Colin. After all, I am literally sitting here all naked in front of you," she huffed and her breasts bounced at her slight movement.

To stop himself from pushing her on the mattress and just sinking deep into her, he lowered his mouth to her thick thighs and playfully bit on her skin, soothing it with his lips. She moaned his name as she parted her legs slightly, surprised at his sudden attention on her thigh.

He trailed kisses up her thigh, getting closer and closer to her moistening center. Penelope's hands were gripping the covers tightly as she arched her back, her head tilting to the side as she bit her bottom lip to stop herself from moaning out loud. Suddenly he had an idea.

"Pen?" he whispered against her skin.

"Yes?"

"Will you do something for me?" he settled his chin on her left thigh as he stared at her with a hunger he was certain he had never felt before.

"Anything," her voice was laced with such a determined solemnity that he couldn't help but fall deeper in love with this magnificent woman.

"Give me your hand," trusting him, she eagerly extended out her left hand and he gave her a reassuring smile. Without breaking eye contact, he guided her left hand to the apex of her thighs.

When her fingers touched her glistening slit, she gasped, "Colin - "

"Please my love, touch yourself for me," he begged.

"Okay… I'll try, for you," she looked a bit apprehensive so he placed his right hand on top of her smaller one to guide her movements.

"Oh...yes," it didn't take long for Penelope to start enjoying the teasing of her slit with her own fingers.

"Good girl," he encouraged as he spread her legs further apart. Kneeling in front of her spread legs now, he got a fantastic view of Penelope's small chubby fingers rubbing her own cunt. She was too lost in a cloudy haze of lust that she didn't notice that his own hand was no longer guiding her movements.

"You're a goddess, Penelope… So gorgeous and so beautiful… And all mine," he whispered against the valley of her breasts as he cupped them both, enjoying the way they spilled from his large hands.

"Tell me, my love, what do you think about as you touch your delicious cunt," he said before blowing on her hardened nipple, delighted at the slight shiver she made.

"You… what we did… wedding night," she breathed in between pants. It was the hottest thing he had ever seen, his beloved touching herself, putting on a show just for him as her thoughts were about their first steamy encounter.

He lowered his hand again, this time, he maneuvered her middle finger to dip inside her cunt and she moaned, "Colin… yes, more…"

"Does it feel good, my love, your finger inside your cunt as you think of me?"

"Your fingers… are better," she managed to say as she pushed her finger in and out of her dripping center.

"What about we add one more finger?" he suggested with a smirk. He didn't have to guide her this time as she eagerly added her index finger inside her cunt.

"Fuck! I'm so jealous of your fingers but the view…" he growled.

"Colin... nipples," she begged as she started pushing and pulling her fingers faster.

"My pleasure, darling," he pressed his lips against her belly, dipping his tongue in her navel, and then he moved up.

"Colin, please…" she was panting so fast that her breasts were jiggling with every movement of her fingers inside her cunt.

"Yes!" she screamed in pleasure as his teeth bit on her nipple, while his other hand pinched the other one. He lavished her breasts with equal attention, alternating on both as he licked, bit, sucked, and squeezed the most perfect set of breasts the gods had ever sculpted.

Her screams of pleasure were getting louder and louder so he held her hand and carefully eased them away from the apex of her thighs. She looked at him, giving him a glare that showed how displeased she was. With their eyes looking at each other with such passion, he lifted her glistening fingers as he inhaled her scent to his nose. He gave her a naughty wink, and then, he made a show of licking every single droplet of her juices off her fingers.

"I'm so sorry to interrupt you, love, but I do want you to explode on my tongue, and not on your own fingers," he smirked.

Before she could say anything, he pushed her on the mattress, spread her legs as far as could be, and without preamble, his tongue plunged deep into her slit. Since she was already too far gone from playing with herself, her inner muscles clenched tightly on his tongue as he happily lapped up her juices. Because really, the taste of Penelope's womanhood was like nectar from the gods. He could spend so many hours just licking and tonguing her cunt if not for the throbbing need in his loins.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Colin!" Penelope's grip on his hair was starting to hurt but he didn't care. He was eating his new favorite dessert after all and really, he needed Penelope to be as wet and ready to take him so that it wouldn't hurt as much for her.

As he continued licking Penelope's slit, he realized that he's never paid much attention to his other favorite part of her delectable body, her soft plump derriere. And so, he stopped licking and he looked at his wife who was breathing heavily.

"Why did you stop again?" she pouted this time and he chuckled.

"On your belly, my love," he winked.

"Okay…" she said dubiously but she still followed his request. His mouth watered at the sight of Penelope's arse, protruding round and soft, eagerly calling out to his hands with her slit still dripping wet.

"I don't know what's the best view, my gorgeous Pen, your front or your back," and with that, he squeezed her bum with both hands and she moaned.

Eyes still focused on the sensual curve of Penelope's spine, the rounded and curvy dip of her waist, her meaty hips, and then her plump arse, he hurriedly pulled on his boots. When his feet were bare, his hands then moved to the fastenings of his breeches, quickly pulling them down. He stepped out of his breeches, kicking his boots away from the carpet.

He stood there, completely naked as he ogled his wife. His cock was eager and ready, pointing in salute for the goddess in front of him. Just to relieve the ache in his loins, he lowered his fist to wrap around his cock. He pumped himself, tugging on his cock as he imagined how sweet and beautiful torture it would be to sink inside his wife's warmth for the very first time.

"Colin?" Penelope's voice made his cock throb even more.

"I'm here my love," he replied, slowing down his movements.

"Where are you?" he loved that the whininess in her voice meant that she was eager as he was.

"If you're missing me already, wife, why not turn around?" he challenged, still stroking his cock.

She twisted on the mattress, once again settling on her back. Lifting her upper torso as she leaned on her elbows, he smirked as her eyes zoomed in on his fist that was sensually pumping his cock up and down.

"Like what you see, Mrs. Bridgerton?" she nodded faintly and he felt masculine pride swell in his chest.

"You seem to be a very strong and virile man, husband," her blue eyes were dark, her gaze promising a scorching time in the sheets as soon as he joined her on their large bed.

"Spread your legs again and touch yourself for me… I want you all slick and ready to take my cock inside you," he commanded.

She sat up fully this time, her back leaning against the pillows before she coyly asked, "Is this good enough for you, husband?" And then she spread her legs as wide as can be, her knees bent to settle herself on the mattress.

"Fuck! Your cunt is dripping and swollen from my kisses," he groaned as he stepped forward, not aware that he was already climbing on the bed. His fist was still slowly pumping his erection.

"What else do you want?" her voice was so sultry that it sent a shiver up his spine. If he was drooling on the bed, he didn't care and he was unsure if he was actually doing it. It's like his brain was just focusing on two things, his aching cock and Penelope's cunt all on display for his lecherous gaze.

"Taste yourself for me," he was now crawling on the bed, slowly crowding his prey. He had a feeling that his Penelope was very close to being ready to take him.

She was blushing profusely but she did lower her left hand to cup her center, moaning at the wetness she felt. She dipped two fingers inside and then lifted it to her lips. She placed her fingers in her mouth, imitating the way he licked them a while ago.

He groaned. He was blessed and cursed with a wife that was a naughty minx, indeed! This woman would be the death of him, he just knew it. But what a way to go!

"You are such a naughty vixen, Penelope Bridgerton," he growled as he tugged on her hand so he could wrap her in his embrace. She eagerly went to his arms, giggling happily when he suckled on her collarbone.

"I'm just following your example," she retorted smartly.

"I must be a damn good teacher indeed!" he puffed out his chest, clearly pleased with himself.

"Maybe just a little bit," she teased, lifting a hand and making a show of how little.

"You take that back, Pen!" he glared playfully. It amazed him that they were now so comfortable with each other, going from a sensual mood to a teasing one in just seconds.

"Make me!" she said defiantly and his eyes flashed with desire but instead of devouring her right then and there, he chose another course of action. He lowered his hands to her belly, tickling the soft skin there, along with the curve of her hip.

Immediately, she burst into a fit of giggles. It was music to his ears, seeing her laugh. Seeing her so happy made him feel like a king. It made him feel like he did something good in his life when he was able to make his wife laugh happily like that.

She was laughing gaily, trying to pry his tickling hands away and his heart melted. "I hope I can make you this happy every single day of my life, from this day forward," he earnestly promised.

"You do make me happy, Colin. Very incandescently so," she smiled brightly, as warm as the sun made him feel. For indeed, she was his own personal sun. And he would happily orbit around her since she was the light who constantly guided him home. She was the light that made him understand himself better. After all, it was she who suggested he travel so he could see the world. It was she who saved him from a lifetime of misery.

"You don't understand how much I'm in love with you, Penelope Bridgerton… Maybe someday, you will. But know that I will never stop trying to make you see just how much," he kissed the top of her head. His heart and mind agreed to never forget this moment when he promised he would show her just how much she meant to him.

"I love you too, Col… So much," she whispered back.

"You may have loved me first, but I am confident I love you more," he smirked. He enjoyed baiting his wife since she flushed adorably and then she would make some witty retort.

She rolled her eyes and then said, "I'd debate you on your arguments but then, I'm already naked so you'd end up surrendering… Again," she smirked.

"Well then, what should we do, my love?" he asked innocently but then he pinched her nipple.

"Colin!" she feigned vehemence.

"What does Lady Whistledown suggest we should do?" he wiggled his eyebrows playfully.

"Lady Whistledown would say, 'dear reader, it pains me to discover that Colin Bridgerton, too talkative for his own good, ended up chatting his wife to the point that she had fallen asleep before - "

Her wit was the most arousing thing about Penelope that he couldn't help it anymore. He sealed her lips in a passionate kiss, both to shut her up and to counter her words that he would talk her head off. He wrapped his arms tight around her, his chest pressed against her hardened nipples making him groan. She made the first move by exploring his mouth with her uncertain yet eager tongue.

When they pulled apart for air, he pleaded with her, "take me out of my misery, my love… Let me make love to you, please." He was certain that if his brothers would discover that he was begging to have his wife, they would laugh at him but he didn't care.

"I live to make you happy, my love… So by all means, make me yours," she said with a big smile that he couldn't help but grin back in return. Penelope could so easily switch between her innocent and adorable self and then turn into her witty and alluring persona.

"Alright, my love, lie on the bed and eyes on me," his voice cracked. He was a bundle of nerves. He was eager and wanting but at the same time, he was nervous. He didn't want to hurt her, or worse, disappoint her.

She moved on the mattress, fluffing a pillow first, and then she lowered her body. Her back on the mattress and her head on one pillow. His eyes were just drawn to her, still not believing that this goddess of a woman was indeed his after all the shit he put her through.

"Don't be nervous, Col… It's just me," she reached for his hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. She really was amazing.

"I don't want to hurt you," he said.

"You won't."

"But - "

"Fine, I'll just sleep then," she said mockingly, her eyes daring him to just make love to her already.

He laughed and then he said, "marrying you is the best thing I've ever done… Eloise will forever be my favorite sibling because of you."

He positioned himself, his torso hovering over her as he settled himself on his elbows. Their eyes were connected, a plethora of promises being said in that single gaze alone.

He leaned down, pecked her lips once, and then he let his lips glide down to her throat. She tilted her head to give him more access to her neck. When he felt her legs part for him, he smiled against her skin as he used his hands to grip her thighs.

"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me… so you better stay with me, for a hundred years," he whispered as he rained kisses down her breast.

"Promise me, Pen… You'll eat regularly, stay healthy," he added as he continued to peck on her skin.

"I don't want any other woman but you, so you better do your best to stay with me…" his hand rubbed circles on her center, making sure that she was ready for him.

"I want forever with you, Pen… So, you better promise me you'll stay," he whispered before sucking on her areola.

"Colin…"

"Promise me," he demanded as his fingers rubbed her more fervently.

"Yours, Colin… Forever… I promise," she breathed in between pants.

He stopped rubbing her center and used his hand to slowly guide himself to her womanhood. He groaned as he gently eased himself in. He looked at his wife, who was now closing her eyes as she bit her bottom lip.

When he felt her maidenhead barring him from thrusting deeper, he stopped. "My love, take a deep breath, okay?" he was fighting so hard to not let his desires take the better of him. Still barely inside of her, she was already clenching him so tightly.

"Make love to me, Colin," and with that statement, he lost it. He held both of her hands, cradled them in his larger one, and pinned them above her head. With one smooth thrust, he plunged all the way inside of her.

"Colin!"

"Fuck!"

"Please don't move yet," she breathed as her fingers scratched his back.

"Of course, my love. I'll wait whenever you're ready," he bit his bottom lip just so he could focus on his restraint. She felt so good. She was so warm and so tight.

"I can feel you so close to me," she murmured in a voice filled with awe.

"I'm so sorry, Pen," he peppered kisses all over her face.

"It's alright… It's starting to feel good actually," she breathed. She arched her back as if to get closer, and they moaned together.

"Oh, god…" she whimpered. He smirked. It seemed that she was ready for more now. He tried one small thrust and she moaned, making him hiss as she scratched his back.

"Do that again," she pleaded.

"Like this?" he whispered against her neck as he pulled out, almost completely leaving her warmth, before slowly diving right in again. He moved so slowly, making sure that she felt every single inch of his cock.

"God, yes!" she shivered in delight.

"Play with your nipples, my love, as I take you to a whole new world of pleasure," he kissed the valley of her breast and then he positioned himself to be able to thrust into her better by lifting one of her legs to wrap around his shoulder.

"Ready?" he asked and she nodded.

"Welcome to marital bliss, Mrs. Bridgerton," he winked playfully as he pushed his cock deeper inside of her. It didn't take long for Penelope to be lost and ablaze in the land of desire as she toyed with her breasts to the perfect rhythm of every thrust of his cock.

"Don't stop!" she screamed and he doubled his efforts. When her inner walls clenched him so hard, he used a hand to tease the bundle of nerves on the apex of her thighs as he kept on moving in and out of her.

"Colin!" she called out his name as she reached the pinnacle of ecstasy.

"Mine," he growled as he pounded her into the mattress, eager to chase his own release as she basked in the pleasure of her own.

"Penelope," with a strangled cry, he spilled himself deep inside of her as a feeling of euphoria enveloped him.

He was so tired that he could only plonk his face on her soft belly, their breaths in sync as they reveled in the afterglow of their love. Penelope's dainty fingers were playing with his sweaty hair as the smell of sex wafted in the air. Their bodies were still glistening with sweat and their skin flushed from their exertions.

Pressing his lips to his wife's belly, he then murmured, "I love you, Pen."

"Hello, husband," she greeted him happily. She need not say the words back because it was in her eyes. Her eyes were blazing with her love for him. Her love was so apparent in the way that she trusted him with her body. In the way that she just writhed under him. It was in her sensual moans, her cries of his name, and the way she arched her back.

Penelope just redefined the meaning of sex to him. They made love, it was not just sex. It was a physical expression of a love that formed for so many years. Maybe from the moment that he fell off his pony since her bonnet flew to his face. They met when she was just five years old and he was eight. They had been friends for so long. The precious moment they had shared was a true culmination of the many feelings that have evolved between them through the years. Of friendship and infatuation. Of love and lust. Of attraction and desire. She truly was his wife now, his in every sense of the word… and he couldn't imagine anything else that could make him even happier.

Tilting his head up, his eyes held her own. Azure meeting emeralds.

"Hello, wife," he retorted with a shit-eating grin. Somehow, he was certain that hellos would never be the same again.

A/N: So... Hot or not? Drop your thoughts below.