Bitcoin Billionaire: I Regressed to Invest in the First Bitcoin!-Chapter 154: Really Like You [R18]
After the deep, passionate kissing that felt like it was gonna last forever, Darren and Penelope sat on the sofa, foreheads pressed together, breaths mingling in the quiet.
Her hands clung to his shirt, fingers curling into the fabric as if anchoring herself to him, while his thumb traced slow, reverent circles along her jaw.
Penelope's eyes, glistening with a mix of laughter and unshed tears, met his. "Mister," she whispered, "what are we doing?"
Darren's chuckle was low, raw, a sound that vibrated through her. "I don't know," he admitted, his voice husky, "but I don't want to stop."
Her lips curved into a shy, radiant smile, and she leaned in, brushing her nose against his. "Me neither," she murmured innocently, and the words were a spark, igniting something fierce and unspoken between them.
Darren stared into her eyes, then gulped. She leaned in, knowing he wanted to and kissed him hard.
Darren groaned in her lips, but it didn't stop him from kissing her back, deeper this time, a slow burn that unraveled the last of his restraint.
Her hands slid up his shoulders, fingers threading into his dark brown hair, tugging gently as she pressed herself closer. The warmth of her body, the soft curves beneath her sundress, sent a jolt through him, and he groaned softly against her lips.
She responded with a quiet gasp, her breath hitching as his hands found her waist, pulling her onto his lap.
The world narrowed to the heat of their touch, the rhythm of their breaths. Penelope's dress rode up slightly, her thighs straddling his, and Darren's hands roamed her back, reverent yet hungry, memorizing the shape of her.
Then, she sent her palm on an adventure, rubbing him on his groin. Darren jerked slightly and looked at her, his face asking; "Are you sure?".
She pulled back just enough to look at him. Even though her cheeks were flushed, her eyes blazed with certainty. "It's okay," she said. "I really want this. I want you."
Darren's eyes quivered as he gazed at her. Those words shattered him.
With a low growl, he captured her lips again, the kiss fierce and consuming. His hands slid beneath her dress, tracing the smooth skin of her thighs, and she shivered, arching into him.
The sofa creaked beneath them as they moved together, a tangle of limbs and longing, each touch a confession of everything they'd held back.
Darren stood, lifting her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist. She giggled as he kissed her neck, his lips finding the sensitive spot beneath her ear. "Where are we going?" she asked, her voice playful despite the tremor of desire.
"My room," he murmured against her skin, carrying her through the mansion's quiet halls. The chandelier's prisms cast fleeting rainbows across their path, as if the house itself were blessing this moment.
Once he got into his bedroom, he set her down gently, but the intensity in his eyes pinned her in place.
She reached for him, tugging at his tie, her fingers fumbling with the knot. "You're wearing too much, Mister," she teased, even though her innocent voice made it sound a little novice.
He grinned hungrily, and helped her with the tie. He took the tie off and tore the shirt off his body.
Penelope's eyes widened at the sight of his bare chest, the lean muscles and abs she'd glimpsed in the boutique now hers to touch.
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She traced his chest with her trembling fingers. "You're... so," she tried to whisper, but the sincerity of what she was going to say made her voice fade off.
"Penny," Darren called her.
She looked up at him and he leaned down, kissing her softly, then with growing urgency, as her hands explored his chest, his back, pulling him closer.
He eased her dress over her head, revealing the simple lace beneath, and his breath caught at the sight of her.
Her breasts were big and plump, like it had been untouched by anyone else, her stomach was so flat he could eat on it, and her hips curved slightly, anchoring her slim, neat thighs.
She was vulnerable, radiant, and she was his.
They fell onto the bed, a tangle of whispers and touches.
Darren's lips mapped her skin, from the curve of her shoulder to the dip of her waist, each kiss a vow. She arched beneath him, her gasps filling the air, her hands clutching his shoulders as he worshipped her. "Darren," she breathed, the first time she'd used his name that night, and it was a spark to tinder, igniting him.
Their movements became a dance, urgent yet tender, a symphony of shared breaths and quiet moans.
He paused, his eyes locking with hers, seeking permission one last time. She nodded, her smile soft and trusting, and he slowly began to enter her.
"Ughh."
She moaned softly as she felt his member rub gently against the lips of her insides.
Darren, careful and gentle, looked at her. "It's okay."
Penelope only got more shy. She held the bedspread to her face. "Please be gentle, it's my first time."
Darren nodded, assuring her with his eyes. "I'll be gentle, Penny. Don't worry."
He was at her door, and gently, he let himself in, carefully breaking through the guard.
Penny felt a brief sting of pain and squirmed, but Darren remained soft and gentle with her.
He was reverent, and their bodies joined in that moment that felt like destiny. The room and everything else dissolved, leaving only the heat of their connection, the rhythm of their romance.
Darren thrusted into her deep but gently, and each time his member entered inside her, Penelope let out the sweetest of moans as her nails dug into his back.
When she urged him on or whispered, her voice was like a soft cry. In a rhythmic fashion, they moved together. It was almost like every thrust was a promise, and every kiss was a seal.
The intensity built, a crescendo of emotion and sensation, until they shattered together, her name on his lips, his on hers.
Darren had managed to pull out just at the last second, staring into her face as she stared into hers.
He collapsed beside her, then she rolled over and hugged him.
They clung to each other, the sounds of their heavy panting filling the air, their bodies trembling, and the aftershocks of their passion binding them closer.
As they lay entwined in the silk sheets, the night's light filtering through the curtains, Penelope laid her head against his chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin. "Mister," she murmured, her voice sleepy but content, "I... really like you."
Darren allowed himself to smile, even though he really couldn't control it, and he kissed her forehead, arm tightening around her. "Good for me then," he replied. "Because I really like you too."
She smiled, her eyes fluttering shut, and Darren watched her drift to sleep.
