Warning! Mature content.
Penelope touched his neck, tracing her fingers along his skin to search for the bite mark she made. It was no longer there, and Penelope was tempted to give him another to tease him.
Her plans were interrupted by Tyrion's movement. His right hand rested on her lower back to keep her settled on his lap.
Penelope clenched her fist, digging her nails into the palm of her hand so she wouldn't hurt Tyrion again. She had already marked up his body too many times.
Penelope snaked her hands around his neck and pulled him forward for another kiss as he continued to move. Her finger wrapped a short bundle of Tyrion's hair around her finger, toying with it to her liking.
Penelope followed Tyrion's rhythm, moving her body so he wouldn't have to do all the work.
"Wait," her voice was but a whisper on his lips.
Tyrion listened intently to what she wanted, but he didn't stop. Penelope had gone too far with her teasing.
