chapter 3

His kiss was convincing. He held me and kissed me, and I let it at all happen. More than 'let' – I savored it. Peter's lips were firm and commanding, directing mine how they wanted them. While mine were all too happy to oblige.

Peter was gentler than I would've expected. As our kisses grew, his hold flagged. As if understanding this was a different type of hold, one equally powerful. His arms gave mine free reign to explore, to enjoy. The scratchy stubble on his face and his high, proud cheekbones. The perfect curve of his ear. How his head arched back as I bit into his fleshy lobe.

One movement followed the next as irresistibly as a groan. Moving together, our bodies did all the talking, just how I liked it.

Peter didn't pause, didn't give me time to pause. In this, there was no pausing, only doing. Enjoying.

And so, Peter kissed his way down my front, down my shirt. He took his time, as my fingers raked into his hair, clasped and grabbed and claimed. His suckling of my nipple over my shirt was moan-inducing, shake-demanding.

That was the first time he paused, smiled.

There was a fire in his eyes I'd never seen before, and that egged me on too.; made mereckless. I gripped his hair tighter as he moved onto the other nipple, teasing it with his teeth and tongue.

All of me was swirling sleepily with a growing wet fluttering below.

One Peter was inevitably nearing. His hands stroked down to follow the trail of his mouth, the line of my waist, my lips.

When they reached their destination, they didn't move on further. All of me reeled. Peter wasn't going to…

His lips dove down, kissed right at my belly button, then lower. He was.

Fingers and lips fluttered down together, pulling down the plain cotton panties I'd worn, swirling about the wet.

The first connection of mouth to clit was pure magic. A groan clawed out of me.

He was perfect.

His finger sinking into me and his mouth moving on me, brought me pure liquid ecstasy.

He lapped at me, onto my trembling thighs, ripping out more groans from me, his scratchy stubble alternating with his lapping soft mouth to drive me insane with pleasure.

And, amidst it all, that pulsing finger. In and out and further and more. Until I was twisting and groaning, and his mouth was back on my clit. His tongue was swirling round and round, sending mylegs thrashing, me thrashing.

Now, I was on the edge and groaning with it.

Not just good – fan-fucking-tastic!

My release ripped out of me, through me, and I was tremoring, in his arms, shaking, crying out. Peter was kissing me, holding me, as everything faded away to darkness.