Warning! Mature content.
"I am not as energetic as you. What happened to going slow?" Penelope asked, though it wasn't what she wanted.
Now that most of the pain had passed, Penelope wanted to be closer to Tyrion, but the issue remained that she might not be able to keep up with him.
"We are still going quite slow," Tyrion said, leaving a quick kiss on her lips as he helped her to sit comfortably on his lap. "Does it still hurt?"
Tyrion contemplated whether he should let her lie on her back a little more instead of jumping a few steps ahead to explore other positions. Penelope might not be prepared for the other ways they could make love to each other.
"Not as it did at the start. I am fine," Penelope assured Tyrion. "Wait, wait, wait," she repeated when his hands settled on her waist and lifted her.
Penelope looked down at what rested between them.
How was he like this again?
"Is it going to keep becoming like this?" Penelope asked, horrified.
