He didn’t hold back anymore, and Penelope realized how powerful he was. She started to groan, matching his movements. Her whole body quivered with desire. If they kept this pace, she knew she’d have trouble walking tomorrow.
She sensed that he was close to climaxing and reminded him, “Don’t finish inside me.” He didn’t want her to get pregnant too soon, so he pulled out and ejaculated on the inside of her thigh.
He still wanted to tease her, kissing her neck while pleasuring her with his fingers.
“Bastard…” She moaned and reached her climax. He held her close, showering her face and neck with light, gentle kisses.
He whispered, “You were worried I’d leave sperm inside you, so you let me go at the last moment?”
She played with the hair on his chest and said, “Do you want to abstain from sex for another ten months?”
“Not ten months, the middle months are fine,” he replied, looking down as he wiped her thigh with a paper towel.
“Greedy,” Penelope said.
He chuckled and lay on his back. Then he pulled her on top and said, “Come on, baby. It’s your turn.”
Penelope wanted to use a backache as an excuse to escape, but he raised her waist with both hands to help her. Penelope pouted but got on top. Their bodies moved together in sync until he was ready to climax. This time, he ejaculated on her partially open mouth. Fortunately, she closed her eyes quickly, otherwise…
Afraid that he’d want more, she started faking feeling unwell.
He smiled and kissed her. “Are you ignoring your husband’s needs?”
She cried and said, “I keep myself in shape for you. I will practice to be at my best for you.”
“Really? You didn’t show it today,” he said, smiling.
Penelope, wiping her tears, said, “I’m so tired, Warren. Chris wore me out, and then you… Woo woo…” She’d learned this trick from Chris. It really worked. Warren lovingly picked her up and wrapped her in a towel.
He said, “Don’t cry, baby, or your eyes will swell shut.”
“Will we have to do it again?” she asked hesitantly.
“Have I ever lied to you?” He wiped her tears away.
She sighed and patted his shoulder. “Put me down. I can walk.”
****
The New Year was approaching, marking their first year of marriage and baby Chris’s first New Year. Warren decided to take his family to New Zealand for a vacation, where it was summer and the weather was lovely.
They arrived in Wellington in the afternoon, greeted by perfect weather. Penelope walked out with Warren, squinting at the comfortable southern hemisphere climate. Warren pushed the stroller and whispered something to her.
“I just want to sleep…” Penelope replied, leaning on him like a tired kitten.
Warren reached out to touch her forehead, finding her temperature normal. It was probably the long flight that had worn her out. A car picked them up at the airport gate, and they headed to the beachside holiday resort.
Chris seemed content despite the bumpy journey, waking up to gaze outside when he pleased and easily dozing off when sleepy. His adaptability surpassed his mother’s.
Warren hadn’t chosen an extravagant hotel; instead, he picked a simple yet charming seaside cottage. Its design retained the original style but featured modern amenities, allowing guests to enjoy the comforts of technology and civilization.
Penelope was immediately drawn to a bathtub beneath a large tree, where she could bask in the sunshine and fresh air. Inside, Warren began unpacking their suitcases. Penelope took Chris to the bathtub, and he, being a water lover, floated peacefully like a chubby little mushroom.
Penelope grabbed a basket of rose petals and scattered them around Chris, even placing some on his belly. She was mesmerized by his calm and joyful demeanor as the petals gently rose and fell with his breath. Warren heard their laughter and couldn’t help but smile.
When Chris grew tired, Penelope carried him back to their bed. Mr. Duncan, the diligent attendant, had already replaced all the sheets, ensuring their cleanliness and comfort.
As Penelope drifted off to sleep, she felt light, fleeting kisses all over her face. She opened her eyes and asked, “Are you tired? Would you like to cuddle?”
Warren lifted the quilt, joined her in bed, and asked, “Are you happy here?”
“Of course,” she replied abruptly, and he leaned down to plant kisses on her face.
He said, “The sun is setting. Would you like to watch the sunset?”
“Let’s do it tomorrow…” She closed her eyes.
Warren gently stroked her hair. “Lazy.”
One of the most enjoyable things about traveling with Penelope was her lack of a strict itinerary. She went with the flow, stopping when she found something interesting and resting when she felt tired. It was a genuine vacation, not just a trip. Warren had expected her to be interested in activities like paragliding or diving, like other people her age. So he had been prepared to accompany her.
But the strange thing was that she didn’t have the desire to try these things herself. When she saw people paragliding, she looked up in awe. When she witnessed someone diving, she would point out the colorful fish they shouldn’t miss. It was as if she were observing the scenery rather than fully immersing herself in it. Onlookers also had a unique perspective.
On the third day, they stood in front of a beachside barbecue stall. Warren finally couldn’t help but ask why she didn’t want to participate.
“What? Are you curious about that?” she asked while savoring grilled scallops.
“Don’t you want to at least give them a try?” he asked.
“I’ve actually tried them before. Just not interested now because of that,” she replied casually.
Warren lowered his head to wipe a bit of drool from Chris’s chin and asked, “Who did you go with?”
“Monica. You know her; she’s my roommate,” Penelope explained.
Warren raised an eyebrow, realizing he might have been too sensitive. They continued their leisurely walk in the cool ocean breeze, with bicycles zipping by. Penelope stopped and watched them with envy until they disappeared around the corner.
“Can we go biking tomorrow?” she asked joyfully.
Warren glanced down at Chris. “What about our baby?”
“Isn’t there a childcare center? We can leave him there,” Penelope suggested.
“Okay,” Warren agreed.