The Duke's Masked Wife 2: The Prince's Outcast Bride
Chapter 112: Closer (2)

Chapter 112: Closer (2)

Warning! Mature content.

Penelope found a cloth to dry Tyrion’s hair until water no longer dripped along the side of his face.

As she helped him, Penelope plotted how she would make her next move. There was wine yet to be poured, but she didn’t want him to get the wrong idea. Tyrion shouldn’t think she needed wine to get her through the night.

"It is dry enough," Tyrion said, stopping Penelope.

Penelope set down the cloth and raked her fingers through Tyrion’s hair. "I do not want you to fall ill. Would you like some wine? Winston suggested a bottle. It is only for a drink to celebrate, nothing more."

"I will give it a try," Tyrion said, letting Penelope leave to get the bottle.

It was one distraction after the next, but it didn’t bother him.

Tyrion remained seated on the bed, watching as Penelope opened the bottle and poured one glass of wine.

He took notice of the little things, which proved she was quite comfortable around him.

Penelope returned to her previous position and took a sip of wine before offering what remained to Tyrion.

Tyrion took the glass from Penelope’s hand and drowned what was left. "You are still nervous," he said.

"How could I not be?" Penelope replied, taking the initiative by unbuttoning Tyrion’s shirt. "Have you gotten a good look at yourself? How could I not be nervous?" She asked.

"Right," Tyrion agreed.

Penelope pinched Tyrion for being so full of himself, but it only made him laugh.

"I have spent the day learning, but I know books can only take me so far. Last time, you left me to take care of your troubles, but now, I want to help you. I want to make you feel good as well," Penelope said, pushing his shirt off his shoulders when she reached the last button.

"Eleanor’s books are quite..." Penelope trailed off, not knowing how to explain it. "I understand why they are read in secret. I have read plenty today, so I am not afraid of what will come. The books were good preparation, but now I need you to tell me what to do."

Penelope was going to follow Tyrion’s lead tonight, no matter how strange it might be to her. She was also going to use what she read, so she wouldn’t be relying on him for everything.

Instead of telling Penelope what to do, Tyrion pulled her closer to his body. His right hand tangled in her hair as he nudged her forward to meet his lips for a kiss.

Tyrion was met by the strong taste of the wine they drank. He let her have her drink so it would calm her nerves. He hoped tonight would be the only time she needed wine to help with her courage.

Tyrion brought Penelope closer to the point where she was seated on his lap.

Again, Tyrion found himself in a predicament, but he didn’t bring attention to it since they would take this slowly.

Unfortunately for Tyrion, Penelope felt something rigid brush against her leg.

Penelope was well aware of what it was, and her cheeks became flushed because she knew how to help relieve him of his frustration.

"Tyrion," Penelope whispered, her left hand covering his mouth to stop him from pursuing another kiss.

Penelope looked down; the memory of him standing naked before her filled her mind, but she carried on. "I can feel you. It must hurt," she said, reaching for the buttons of his pants.

Tyrion didn’t make any attempt to stop her. He watched quietly as she undressed him.

Tyrion’s jaw locked when Penelope touched him. Her hands were warm. Her touch ignited a new fire in his body.

Penelope touched him, completely unaware of the turmoil Tyrion faced. She dared not meet his eyes now since her confidence would fall the second their eyes met.

Penelope pushed his pants down as much as she could since Tyrion was seated. She covered her face when he stood tall and proud before her again.

It was one thing to read about it, but to have Tyrion fully exposed before her was far different.

Tyrion’s patience was slipping away after Penelope touched him. He needed more from her, but with the pace Penelope was going at, he would be like this until midnight.

Tyrion touched Penelope’s hand and guided her to touch him again. "Do it like this with both hands. Be careful since we need this."

Penelope ignored the latter of what he said and did as he instructed her. She was tense at first, but soon adapted to touching him.

Penelope slipped from his lap to sit on her knees. When she had a moment of confidence coming over her, Penelope looked up.

Penelope couldn’t believe the flustered expression Tyrion wore. It was how she imagined her face had to look now.

This was the first time she had witnessed Tyrion like this since she was always the one to be melting under his touch, now she got a glimpse of what it was like for him.

"I’ve prolonged this too much," Penelope said, composing herself.

She was the one who planned this night, so she could not be afraid and go around in circles instead of getting to what they both wanted.

Penelope held his length. "You are to speak to tell me what to do," she reminded Tyrion.

"Move your hands like this," Tyrion continued to guide Penelope.

Tyrion’s hands covered Penelope’s until she got the drift of what she needed to do, and in time, he moved his hands to let her do it alone.

"Tighter," Tyrion instructed Penelope.

Penelope worried she would hurt him, but continued to do as he said.

Any concerns about hurting him or not doing it right left her mind when she heard her name.

The sound of how her name left his lips gave Penelope the confidence to be more daring.

She was nestled between his legs as she sat on the floor with his manhood in the palm of her hands.

Penelope noticed how his hands, which once guided her, were gripping the blanket beneath Tyrion.

"Penelope," he called her name once more.

Her touch alone was all that it would take to make him ejaculate, but he held back since he wanted to enjoy this a little longer.

Tyrion looked directly at Penelope.

This replicated one of the many indecent thoughts he had about her.

Tyrion muttered a string of curses when he noticed she was lowering herself, and not long after, he felt her tongue against the tip of his manhood.

Tyrion leaned forward, forcing Penelope to look up at him before she got carried away. "You don’t need to."

"I want to. You had your fun the other night, so let me have my taste of you," said Penelope.