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first instinct was to cover herself, but Jack was two steps ahead of her and pinned her arms above her head before she could move them. He leaned over and nipped her neck.
    “This is very daring lingerie,” he murmured into her ear.
    “I was planning to be a little daring tonight. It was supposed to give me a boost of confidence,” Penelope breathed.
    “And did you get that confidence?”
    It took Penelope a moment to answer. “I’d like to think so,” she replied, her hands reaching around Jack’s neck as she leaned up to softly kiss his lips. He responded with vigor and quickly set to work on her see-through bra. He slowly slid the straps down her arms until her breasts were free for his eyes to feast on. Her milk-chocolate-colored nipples were tightly peaked against her light skin.
    She had been nervous to be completely naked in front of Jack, but he seemed to enjoy being pressed against her full form. The sprinkle of hair on his chest tickled her nipples. A moan escaped her lips.
    “Like that?” Jack asked. She could only nod.
    “Uhh, Penelope. You’re killing me here.” Jack’s denim-covered groin began to rub up against her wet sex.
    “Jack, I think I want you inside me now.”
    “You sure?”
    “Just do it!” Penelope was getting annoyed and the need that was rebuilding inside her was making her restless. Playtime was over. She needed the real thing now. She helped Jack pull his jeans down, which was no easy task with their choppy, desperate movements.
    “Wait a minute. Gotta do something first,” he said with a heavy breath. Penelope looked down to see his fingers tearing at a foil packet.
    A condom. At least one of their heads was screwed on right. She watched in fascination as he slid the rubber down his long length. Jack finally kicked the jeans off his legs and flung them off the bed. He leaned over Penelope and touched his forehead with hers as she felt his breath on her lips.
    Their breaths mingled with one another’s and both of their bodies were beginning to turn slick with sweat. Penelope let her hands wander over Jack’s back, feeling the muscles that adorned his body. She slowly slid her hands down his spine, over his hips, around his sides, and reached the sprinkling of hair on his lower abdomen, just below his navel.
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    “P enelope, what are you up to?” he asked breathlessly.
    “I’m going all the way,” she whispered, gently touching his hard cock.
    “Oh fuck,” Jack grunted. “As much as I’d like for you to keep touching me that way, we’ll leave that for another time.” He moaned, placing Penelope’s hand to his chest instead. He slid his hand down to her wetness again, his fingers penetrating her entrance.
    “Oh my. Oh, God. Jack !” Penelope couldn’t stop herself from moaning his name.
    His strokes came faster and his thumb added pressure to her nub, which threw her over the edge with a cry, only this time, without letting her catch her breath, he entered her quickly, letting the largeness of his cock sink into her tight center. She stiffened beneath his weight.
    “You okay?” Jack asked, trying very hard not to give in and fuck her brains out.
    Penelope only nodded. He knew his cock must feel intrusive inside her tight body, but it would nearly kill him if she told him to stop.
    “I promise it’ll get better.” He rubbed her clit to ease the feeling of his cock. He could feel her growing wet again, making it easier for him to thrust at a steady pace.
    “Oh, God.”
    “Close, but not quite,” Jack joked good-naturedly, a bit breathless and tense. Penelope chuckled and lightly slapped his shoulder.
    “Jack, shut up. Just move.”
    He was a little confused at the command until Penelope began to wiggle her hips from side to side.
    “Oh, shit,” he breathed, and slid deeper inside her, then withdrew only to enter her wetness again.
    “Oh my! Yes, faster,” Penelope called out, her head thrashing from side to side, a clear indication of her