-April 22, 1820 -
There was a soft knock at the door, and it sounded as loud as her fast heartbeat in the quiet house.
Pen glanced quickly around the room. The fire was burning brightly, warming the bedroom and giving off a warm glow. The bed linens were fresh and clean, turned down and inviting. She was dressed in a blue silk dressing gown over a simple white chemise, her hair brushed out and free of any pins or adornment. She was as prepared as she could ever be.
Steeling her nerves, she opened the door. It was like her ultimate girlish fantasy to see Colin Bridgerton standing there, ready to enter her own private bedroom. She stepped back, allowing him to enter, before closing the door, and locking it.
"We do not want to be interrupted," Pen said softly, and met Colin's gaze.
He nodded. "Certainly not," he agreed, and gave her a bit of a smile. It wasn't his normal one, a bit more forced. Was he regretting agreeing to doing this?
She took a moment to look him over. He was wearing a silvery grey waistcoat, along with black pantaloons and tailcoat. The collar of his white muslin shirt was missing the customary elaborate cravat tied around his neck. Her gaze lingered on the bare skin there.
His eyes were sweeping over her as well, having never seen her in such a state of undress before. She was tempted to pull her dressing gown tighter, yanking the lapels in to cover her neckline better.
But she had to be brave tonight. Bold. Make the most of this night, as it may be her only opportunity. Time to show him she was a woman, not an untried debutante.
Pen stepped closer to Colin. "I must confess I am a bit nervous. I haven't done this in years."
Colin reached out a hand, running it over her smooth, unbound hair slowly, seeming quite distracted. "Same here," he murmured, his gaze lingering on her lips.
The words took a moment to sink in. "What?" Pen asked, confused.
Shaking his head, Colin gave a bit of a smile. "I meant I am nervous as well."
The smile helped settle her down. "Shall we start with a kiss then? We have done that before, after all."
Knowing he was feeling similarly helped her step closer, tilting her face up to his. They met halfway, a light brush of their lips. A second later, they naturally let it become a deeper, harder kiss.
Pen had a fleeting memory of her late husband, thinking of the many months they had shared a bedroom. But as Colin's hand dug into her hair and his other hand moved to the small of her back to draw her closer, she was lost to those wonderful sensations.
Her hands went to his tailcoat, slipping it off his shoulders. She tucked her face into the open collar of his shirt, and kissed along the length of his neck as her fingers worked on the buttons of his waistcoat. He was wearing far too many clothes.
Colin pulled away, hastily drawing off his waistcoat and dropping it with his tailcoat on a chair. His hands had been busy too, Pen realized, as her dressing gown sash was undone, the silky fabric hanging open, revealing her white nightdress.
"Why don't you lie down? I have far more to take off than you do," Colin murmured, sitting on the chair to pull off his boots.
While he was occupied with that, Pen slid off her silky dressing gown, and slipped between the sheets on her bed. She drew them over herself, and tried to get comfortable.
It was quite a thrill, watching a handsome man undressing in her bedroom at midnight. His boots were off now, and he stood to undo the buttons of his pantaloons. The white shirt was quite loose, covering him to mid-thigh, when the pantaloons were discarded with his other clothes.
Colin's eyes were dark and intense when they met her's, right before he pulled his shirt over his head. It was faster than unbuttoning it, and made Pen wonder if he was growing impatient.
She couldn't resist looking him over thoroughly, wearing only his short drawers, the firelight flickering over his bare skin. He was tall and slim with surprisingly well developed muscles. His travels likely had him more active than most men of the ton, plus he had always been sporty.
He came to the other side of the bed, pulling the covers to the bottom part before lying down on his side, facing Pen.
She mirrored him, rolling on her side, facing him. This was it.
They both moved closer, this kiss having no hesitation. Pen pushed her hand into Colin's hair, something she had always wanted to do, and he made a small groan that encouraged her to do even more.
There was a tie at the back of her nightdress that his clever hands had quickly undone. It loosened the fabric, and Colin immediately ducked his head to kiss along her neck. His hands were pulling the fabric downwards, his kisses following, until she felt him nuzzling right into her generous cleavage.
Pen moaned, rolling on to her back. Colin shifted with her, having even better access to explore her. She shivered as he stroked lightly over that sensitive skin, and his lips covered one of her hard nipples, kissing and sucking. Her hands were digging even more into his hair at that, her back arching at his attentions.
He shifted a leg over her, and she spread hers to allow it between her own. Her nightdress was only slightly below her knees in length, and moved up even more with this motion.
Pen tugged on his hair, tilting his face up to hers for a hungry, deep kiss. Colin groaned at her eagerness, shifting closer to her. His erection pushed against her hip, and she knew she was ready for more.
When the kiss paused so they could catch their breath, Pen moved to sit up, shifting to pull off her nightdress. Colin rolled away, his hands pushing his short drawers down his legs.
Pen laid back against her pillows, completely naked. With everything so far, she saw that Colin was an eager participant, not just a friend grudgingly doing her a favour. It gave her the confidence to let him look his fill, as she admired his bare form.
Colin Bridgerton, spread out naked on her bed, was quite a sight. His hair was quite tousled from her hands, his eyes dark and heated as they went over her whole body. He was a delicious combination of long legs, firm muscles, lots of lightly tanned skin.
She shifted closer, and took her time to explore him. It was his turn to moan and shift against the bed, his hands going into her hair as she kissed down his chest. Her touching was just as bold, moving downwards.
"Pen," Colin groaned, when her hand wrapped around him, and gave him a slow stroke. He was so hard, the skin hot and smooth. Ready for her, as she was for him.
Straddling his hips, she positioned him, both letting out a moan as he pushed just inside a little. Colin's hands were on her hips, his eyes intent on her's, as she took in more.
She hasn't done this in years, but she was very aroused. Her body welcomed him, hot and slick, and it was almost too much to take him in all the way. So full. Perfect.
Colin cupped her breasts as she started to move, stroking her hard nipples, clearly enjoying them. It contributed to her pleasure, and she rocked against him, finding the perfect angle.
There was a lot of pent up arousal in Pen, and she moved faster, knowing neither of them would last long this first time.
"Yes, yes," Colin moaned, his hips thrusting up with her motions, matching her pace.
She ground against him, hitting the perfect place again and again. Colin sat up enough to capture a nipple with his mouth, sucking and giving it a sharp nip, as he pushed up hard, and so, so deep.
It sent Pen over the edge, and she dropped down over him in her pleasure, calling out his name.
He rolled her over, his thrusts fast and hard. Seeking his own pleasure. She loved seeing him like this, sweaty and uninhibited, and wrapped her legs around his slim hips to drag him in closer.
His motions were getting her aroused again. At his peak, he pulled away, spending against the curve of her stomach. His expression was pure bliss, shaking in her arms.
By the time he regained his breath, he shifted to lie along her side. His hand went between her legs, two fingers pushing in deep.
She was already about halfway to another peak, and his talented fingers curved to tease and press on that perfect spot. He was also kissing all over her breasts, adding to her pleasure. She was soon shuddering against him, the second time not as intense, but still so, so good.
They cuddled after that, the covers back over them. The fire was not burning as vigorously, down to glowing coals, the room a little darker.
"Are you tired? It must be quite late," Pen asked, not sure what would happen next. Would Colin sleep here? Leave in the morning, or sneak out before dawn? Or would he leave now, dressing and slipping out into the dark night? She wanted more time with him.
"With you in my arms? So naked, so beautiful?" Colin said softly, pressing a kiss against her shoulder. "I'm not tired in the least."
"Me neither," Pen said, wanting to encourage him to stay longer. She let her hands slowly explore him, enjoying the feel of his smooth skin, the brush of his body hair on her fingers. Just loving the freedom to touch him. Wanting to enjoy every second while it lasted.
Colin seemed to have the same idea. His hands moved over her as well, her arms, her legs. He was definitely fascinated by her breasts, his hands cupping and stroking them. Teasing over her nipples with the palms of his hands.
At some point, they started kissing again, and Colin was pressing against her stomach, deliciously hard again.
"Can we try something different?" Colin whispered, when Pen was rocking against him, clearly just as aroused.
Pen pulled back, looking at Colin in the dim light. It was hard to see him that well, but his eyes seemed dark and heated again. His passion fired her own. "Yes, anything," Pen whispered.
His hands urged her onto her hands and knees, as he climbed off of the bed. She soon understood his intention, and shifted to be closer to the edge of the bed.
"Oh, that is so perfect," Colin groaned, his hands sliding over the generous curve of her ass. He pushed into her, deep and hard right away.
Pen let out encouraging moans, rocking back against Colin. She dropped her head down to the bed, sticking her hips up to meet his thrusts. He felt even larger in this position, pushing in deeper than before.
Colin reached down to cup her breasts, giving them a little squeeze as his pace quickened.
At this point, Pen was glad she had enough experience to just let herself go and enjoy it. Colin was rubbing against that perfect spot quite well, and her own hand between her legs made firm circles against her pearl.
"Yes, yes," she panted. "Just like that." Colin's hands were on her hips, pounding into her.
This time, he reached his peak first with a harsh groan. She felt the warm spurts against her lower back, and his hand rubbing it over her skin as he caught his breath.
She felt him moving away, and rolled on to her back. Colin's strong hands on her hips dragged her to the edge of the bed, and spread her legs apart. Dropping to his knees, he was at the perfect height to kiss up her inner thigh. Pen moaned as his head went right between her legs.
He was very enthusiastic, his lips, tongue and fingers soon bringing her to her peak.
…
She woke a little later. The room was very dark, as the coals of the fire were barely glowing.
Colin was spooning her, his legs bent along hers and his arm draped over her waist. It felt good, sleeping with someone again. Another thing she had missed.
He must have sensed that she had woken up, as he rolled on to his back.
"Did you sleep at all?" Pen asked, snuggled against his side.
Colin brushed her long hair away from her face gently. "Not really. I still can't believe we did this."
"Yes," Pen chuckled. "It's more than most friends do together, that's for sure."
His gaze dropped at that, and he was silent.
Pen got concerned, hoping he hadn't taken her attempt at levity the wrong way. "It was what I needed. Thank you, Colin, for helping me this way."
Colin met her gaze then, his expressions hard to read. He leaned in, giving her a light kiss. "It feels odd to say 'You're Welcome' in this scenario. But you are, Pen. If you ever need this type of help again, I will be there for you."
Those words made her feel better, but having Colin leaving her bed did not. It was too soon.
It was too dark to see much of him dressing. Too, too soon he was fully clothed and looking like normal Colin again.
He walked back to the bed, and she sat up, the sheet covering her. She tilted her face up to him in a silent entreaty, and he bent down. The kiss was long and thorough, and almost made her want to pull Colin down onto the bed, to undress and enjoy each other one more time.
But instead, they pulled back.
"Goodnight, Mr. Bridgerton."
"Goodnight, Lady Debling."
It was oddly formal end to the evening, but Colin left soon after.
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-A/N: Naughty naughty. I haven't written a F/M sexy times scene for ages, so please be kind.
-Thanks to everyone who is reading and commenting! It's much appreciated. This is the last daily posting, as the remaining chapters are in draft form. I'll probably be posting 1-2 times a week from now on.
-Birth Control in Regency Period: We all saw Season 1, with Simon using the withdrawal method to avoid siring any children. This method is also called coitus interruptus or "pulling out", and involves ejaculating outside of the vagina to reduce the risk of pregnancy. It not the most effective method of birth control, since sperm may enter the vagina if withdrawal isn't properly timed or if pre-ejaculation fluid contains sperm. "It's estimated that one in five couples who use the withdrawal method for one year will get pregnant." (Source: Mayo clinic website)
Another old method of contraception is the barrier method. "Women have used vaginal poultices for contraception since at least 2000 BCE, using soft materials such as cotton or wool soaked in various mixtures of oils, fruit juice, herbs, and other substances to form a tampon-like plug." (Source: 'A brief history and future prospects of contraception', National Library of Medicine).
I think that Pen could have heard of using a sponge soaked in oil from Genevieve. Let's assume that combining this with the withdrawal method was enough to keep Pen from getting pregnant in this story.