Day 8: Pregnancy Kink/Doggy-Style

Day 8: Pregnancy Kink/Doggy-Style

The soft glow of the evening candles illuminated the room, casting flickering shadows against the intricately patterned wallpaper. The fire crackled gently in the hearth, providing warmth that seeped into the air, making the room feel both cozy and intimate. Penelope stood by the window, the pale moonlight streaming in and casting a soft, ethereal glow over her figure. Her hand rested on her swollen belly, cradling the child growing within her.

The months had passed so quickly, her body changing in ways she hadn't anticipated, and yet, there was a deep satisfaction in feeling the life she carried. She had been told by her mother and other women in society that pregnancy could be uncomfortable, even tiring, but Penelope had found a strange sense of peace in it. The weight of her belly was a constant reminder of the love she shared with Colin, a symbol of their bond and the life they were building together.

She heard Colin's footsteps behind her, and without turning, she smiled, sensing his presence. There was something about the way he moved when he was near her, a quiet confidence that always set her at ease. His hands slipped around her waist, coming to rest gently on her belly, his fingers splaying out over the curve of it.

"You look so beautiful," Colin murmured softly, his breath warm against her ear as he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to the side of her neck.

Penelope let out a soft sigh, leaning back into his embrace as her hand moved to rest atop his. "Do you truly think so?" she asked, her voice light with curiosity but tinged with a touch of uncertainty. "I feel... enormous."

Colin chuckled softly, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "You are radiant, Penelope. I've never seen you more beautiful than you are now."

His words sent a warmth through her, but there was something else, too—something darker, more primal in the way he spoke. Penelope had noticed the way Colin looked at her these past few months, the way his eyes seemed to linger on her growing belly with a hunger that went beyond mere affection. There was a desire there, something that made her heart race and her breath catch in her throat.

"I've noticed," she said softly, her tone teasing as she glanced back at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief, "that you seem to enjoy my... condition."

Colin's hands tightened slightly on her belly, his breath catching as her words sank in. "I cannot deny it," he murmured, his voice low and filled with desire. "There's something about seeing you like this—knowing that you carry my child—that stirs something inside me."

Penelope smiled, turning in his arms to face him, her eyes searching his as she rested her hands on his chest. "And what exactly does it stir in you, Mr. Bridgerton?" she asked, her tone playful but her heart racing with anticipation.

Colin's gaze darkened, his fingers gently tracing the curve of her swollen belly as he looked down at her with a hunger that made her knees weak. "It makes me want you," he confessed, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "More than I've ever wanted you before."

Penelope's breath hitched at the intensity in his voice, her body responding instinctively to the desire she saw in his eyes. She had always known Colin to be passionate, but there was something different about the way he looked at her now—something raw and possessive that sent a thrill of excitement through her.

"Then take me," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly with both anticipation and desire.

Colin's eyes flashed with dark desire, and without another word, he guided her toward the bed, his hands firm but gentle as he helped her onto the edge of the mattress. Penelope's heart raced as she settled onto her knees, her body trembling with the weight of his gaze as she felt the cool air of the room brush against her exposed skin.

The gown she wore was loose and flowing, designed to accommodate her growing belly, but as Colin moved behind her, his fingers gently tugging at the fabric, she felt a shiver of anticipation run down her spine. He gathered the skirts of her gown, lifting them carefully and draping them over her back, exposing her to him in a way that made her feel both vulnerable and desired.

Penelope's breath quickened as she felt his hands on her hips, his touch firm and possessive as he guided her into position. Her body responded instinctively, her knees sinking into the mattress as she arched her back, her belly pressing against the soft sheets beneath her. The weight of her pregnancy made the position feel different, more intimate, and she could feel the heat of Colin's body hovering over her, his breath warm against the nape of her neck.

"You're so beautiful," Colin whispered again, his hands sliding over the soft curves of her hips as he leaned down to press a kiss to the small of her back. "Every part of you is perfect."

Penelope moaned softly, her body trembling with anticipation as Colin's hands roamed over her, his touch both gentle and possessive. The way he touched her—like she was something precious, something to be cherished—sent a thrill of desire through her, making her breath catch in her throat.

"Colin," she whispered, her voice trembling with need as she arched her back further, pressing herself against him. "Please... I need you."

Colin groaned softly at her words, his hands tightening on her hips as he positioned himself behind her, the heat of his body pressing against her back as he guided himself to her entrance. The tip of him brushed against her, teasing her with the promise of what was to come, and Penelope let out a soft whimper, her body trembling with anticipation.

He didn't push into her immediately. Instead, he took his time, savoring the moment as he ran his hands over her swollen belly, his fingers tracing the soft curves of her body. Penelope's breath came in short, shallow gasps as she felt the weight of his desire pressing against her, the heat between them building with every passing moment.

"Do you know how much I want you?" Colin murmured, his voice rough with desire as he leaned down to press a kiss to her shoulder. "How much I need you?"

Penelope moaned softly, her fingers clutching the sheets beneath her as she pressed back against him, desperate for more. "Then take me," she whispered, her voice trembling with need. "Please, Colin... I need you."

Colin groaned softly, his hands tightening on her hips as he finally pushed into her, filling her with one slow, deliberate thrust. Penelope gasped, her body arching beneath him as he stretched her, the sensation both familiar and new, heightened by the weight of her pregnancy. The fullness of him inside her, the heat of his body pressing against hers, sent waves of pleasure through her, making her moan softly as she pressed her face into the pillows.

"God, you feel incredible," Colin groaned, his voice thick with desire as he began to move, setting a slow, steady rhythm that left Penelope breathless. His hands gripped her hips firmly, holding her in place as he thrust into her with a deliberate, controlled pace, each movement sending shivers of pleasure through her.

Penelope's breath came in short, ragged gasps as she lost herself in the sensation of him, her body trembling with the intensity of their connection. The weight of her belly pressed against the sheets, grounding her as Colin moved behind her, his cock filling her completely with each slow, measured thrust.

"You're perfect," Colin whispered, his voice filled with awe as his hands slid over her body, caressing the soft curves of her hips and belly. "Absolutely perfect."

Penelope moaned softly, her body trembling with pleasure as she pressed back against him, her need for him growing with every passing moment. She could feel the tension building inside her, the slow, steady rhythm of his thrusts driving her closer to the edge, but she didn't want it to end—not yet.

Colin seemed to sense her desire, his movements becoming more deliberate, more controlled as he continued to move inside her, his hands guiding her hips in time with his thrusts. The sound of their bodies moving together filled the room, the soft rustle of fabric mingling with the quiet crackle of the fire as they lost themselves in the intensity of the moment.

Penelope's breath hitched as Colin's pace quickened slightly, the heat between them building to a fever pitch as he thrust into her with increasing urgency. She could feel the tension coiling inside her, the promise of release just out of reach, but Colin wasn't ready to let her fall over the edge just yet.

He slowed his movements, his hands tightening on her hips as he pulled her back against him, holding her in place as he teased her with slow, shallow thrusts. Penelope whimpered softly, her body trembling with need as she tried to press back against him, but Colin held her firm, his voice low and commanding as he whispered, "Not yet, my love. I want this to last."

Penelope let out a soft moan, her fingers clutching the sheets beneath her as she surrendered to him completely, her body aching with need as Colin continued to move inside her with slow, deliberate precision. The tension between them was palpable, the heat of their desire filling the room as Colin savored every moment of their connection.

His hands roamed over her body, fingers tracing the swell of her belly, the curve of her hips, with a reverence that sent a shiver down her spine. The fullness of her form beneath him seemed to fuel his desire, the very sight of her carrying their child driving him to the brink of control. Colin's breath grew heavier, his movements more deliberate as he slid deeper into her, his voice thick with awe as he spoke.

"Look at you," he murmured, his voice low and rough with emotion. "Carrying our child, so perfect, so beautiful... I've never wanted anything more in my life."

Penelope whimpered at his words, her body responding to the deep reverence in his tone. His hands tightened on her hips, pulling her closer to him as his pace quickened, the slow, deliberate rhythm giving way to something more urgent, more primal. Each thrust sent a shockwave of pleasure through her, the intensity of it making her breath catch in her throat.

"I can feel you... so full, so ready for me," Colin continued, his voice trembling with desire as his hands splayed over her belly, feeling the life they had created together. "You were made for this, Penelope. Made to carry our children, made to take me like this."

His words ignited something deep within her, the possessiveness in his tone sending a thrill of excitement through her. Penelope's body arched beneath him, her hips pressing back against his as she gasped for breath, overwhelmed by the sensation of him inside her. The weight of her belly pressed against the bed, grounding her in the moment as Colin's thrusts became harder, more insistent.

The room was filled with the sound of their bodies moving together, the soft rustle of fabric mingling with the quiet crackle of the fire. Colin's hands never left her, caressing her body with a tenderness that belied the urgency of his movements. His fingers traced the curve of her spine, his touch sending shivers of pleasure through her as he drove her closer to the edge.

"You're perfect," Colin groaned, his voice thick with reverence as he leaned down, his breath hot against the nape of her neck. "Every part of you... so full, so ready for me."

Penelope whimpered, her body trembling with the intensity of the moment as she felt herself teetering on the edge of release. The heat between them was unbearable now, the tension building with every thrust, every whispered word of desire. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps as her hands fisted in the sheets beneath her, her body aching with the need for more.

Colin's pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more forceful as he chased the release they both craved. His hands gripped her hips tightly, pulling her back against him with each movement, the sound of their bodies meeting filling the room. Penelope's heart raced, her body trembling as the tension inside her built to an unbearable crescendo.

"Colin," she gasped, her voice trembling with need as she pressed back against him, her body aching with the intensity of her desire. "Please... I can't..."

"I know," Colin whispered, his voice low and filled with understanding as he leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "I'm with you, my love."

With one final, shuddering thrust, Colin pushed deep inside her, his body trembling as he found his release. Penelope cried out softly, her body arching beneath him as the waves of pleasure crashed over her, her muscles tightening around him as she surrendered completely to the intensity of the moment. Her breath came in short, uneven gasps as the tension inside her unraveled, leaving her trembling and spent.

Colin held her close, his hands never leaving her body as he rode the waves of his own release, his breath hot against her skin as he pressed a series of soft, lingering kisses to the nape of her neck. The room was filled with the sound of their heavy breathing, the quiet crackle of the fire the only other noise as they slowly came down from the heights of their shared pleasure.

For a long moment, they remained like that—Colin's body draped over hers, their breathing heavy and uneven as they lingered in the aftermath of their passion. His hands gently caressed her sides, sliding over the curve of her belly with a tenderness that made Penelope's heart swell with love.

"You're everything to me," Colin murmured softly, his voice thick with emotion as he pressed another kiss to her shoulder. "Everything."

Penelope smiled, her body still warm and languid beneath him, her breath slowly returning to normal. She turned her head slightly, her cheek brushing against his as she whispered, "You've certainly proven that tonight, Mr. Bridgerton."

Colin chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through his chest as he nuzzled the side of her neck, his lips brushing gently over her flushed skin. "I daresay, Penelop, you are far too tempting for your own good. How am I to resist you when you look like this?"

Penelope's cheeks flushed at his words, a soft laugh escaping her lips as she felt his hands roaming over her body once more, his touch tender but possessive. "Is that so? And what is it about me that you find so... irresistible, husband?"

Colin grinned against her skin, his fingers tracing the curve of her swollen belly with a reverence that made her heart swell. "Where shall I begin?" he teased, his voice low and playful. "Perhaps it's the way you carry our child with such grace, or the way your body seems to glow with every passing day. Or perhaps," he added, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, "it's the way your belly swells beneath my touch, a reminder that you are mine, and that I've put our child inside you."

Penelope's breath hitched at the raw desire in his voice, her heart racing as his words sank in. There was something about the way he spoke—something primal and possessive—that made her pulse quicken, the heat between them reigniting as his hands continued to explore her.

"And what if I grow even larger?" Penelope asked with a mischievous smile, her voice filled with playful challenge. "Will I still be so tempting to you then, Mr. Bridgerton?"

Colin's grip on her tightened slightly, his breath warm against her ear as he replied, "I should think I would find you even more irresistible, my love. The thought of you growing rounder, fuller with our child... I confess, it stirs something inside me that I can scarcely control."

Penelope's cheeks flushed even deeper, a soft laugh escaping her lips despite the warmth of his words. "You, Mr. Bridgerton, are positively incorrigible."

"Perhaps," Colin murmured, his voice filled with amusement as his hands slid down her sides, resting once again on her hips. "But I find that I cannot help myself, not when you look like this. Not when you are carrying the most precious gift I could ever give you."

Penelope let out a soft sigh, her heart swelling with love and affection as she turned her head slightly, her eyes meeting his. "I do believe you have developed a rather peculiar fondness for this... condition," she teased gently, her voice warm and light. "One might even call it a... fixation."

Colin grinned, his hands sliding back to her belly as he whispered, "Call it what you will, Penelope, but I cannot deny how much I adore seeing you like this. Knowing that you carry my child, that your body has been shaped by our love—it is a sight that I could never tire of."

Penelope's heart fluttered at his words, her body still warm and pliant beneath his touch. She had never imagined that pregnancy could be such an intimate experience, but with Colin by her side, every moment felt like a deepening of their connection, a reminder of the love they shared.

"And what will you do," she asked playfully, her voice light as she turned in his arms to face him, "when I am no longer in this... condition? Will your affection wane, I wonder?"

Colin chuckled, his hands sliding up to cup her face as he gazed down at her with a smile that was both tender and mischievous. "Hardly," he replied, his voice filled with affection. "Though I suppose I shall simply have to ensure that you do not remain out of this condition for long."

Penelope gasped, her eyes widening in playful shock as she swatted at his chest. "Colin!" she exclaimed, her tone filled with mock indignation. "You cannot be serious!"

Colin laughed, his grip on her tightening as he pulled her closer, his lips brushing against her forehead. "I assure you, my love, I am quite serious. Though I would not wish to overwhelm you too soon," he added with a teasing glint in his eyes. "After all, we must give this little one a chance to meet the world first."

Penelope rolled her eyes, though her heart swelled with affection at the playful gleam in his gaze. "You, Mr. Bridgerton, are utterly incorrigible," she repeated, her tone softened by the love that filled her chest.

Colin grinned, his lips finding hers in a soft, lingering kiss. "And yet, you married me all the same," he murmured against her lips, his voice filled with warmth.

Penelope smiled, her hands sliding up to rest on his chest as she leaned into the kiss. "Indeed I did," she whispered, her voice soft and filled with love. "And I would marry you again a thousand times over."