Chapter 20

He crashed his lips to yours, while tugging your underwear off and finally touching you. His fingers slid over your dripping wet core, the sensation spiking his arousal even more and making him kiss you harder. You welcomed it.

You also welcomed him rubbing circles over your clit, slow for the first few seconds, then getting faster, and faster, until you couldn't breathe and kiss him at the same time anymore. At the same moment that you tugged on his hair to break the kiss, he pushed a finger inside.

"FUCK!" You cried out, your head arching back on the bed as the feeling took over you, his lips instead finding purchase on your neck, your breasts, and another finger joined the first.

"You're so wet." He murmured as he brought his face back up to yours, but didn't kiss you. "So fucking wet." His fingers sped up as you whimpered. "This just for me?"

You nodded, not being able to formulate any words as he curled his fingers a few times, watching you for your reactions until he grazed a particularly sensitive spot, and your entire body tense.

"That it?" He asked, finding the spot again and watching your eyes roll back, and your fingers tighten in his hair. He moved his fingers faster. You bit your bottom lip as you writhed under his touch. "Come on babygirl, let it go, let me feel you cum around my fingers." He rambled against your lips, but his filthy words were just fueling the fire.

The desire was gathering in your abdomen, his fingers making it snowball through you. You could feel yourself tighten around his fingers, as your orgasm was within reach, and the second that you whispered 'faster', he was fucking you as fast as his hand could move, the tips of fingers curled right against your gspot, dragging the climax (very willingly) out of you.

You shouted his name as you came, hard, feeling the wetness drip out of you as he kept slamming his fingers in until he saw your body relax. He slowed to a stop as you fluttered your eyes open, just in time to see him pull back slightly, slipping his fingers out of you and lifting them to his mouth, licking them clean.

"You taste insane." He whispered before kissing you. It was something that always used to gross you out, but the taste of yourself on Peter's tongue? He was right, it was fucking insane, and it was insane how much it turned you on. Maybe it was just Peter in general turning you on.

The kiss moved to your neck, your chest, and you took a second to breathe in the moment, before realising where he was heading.

Grabbing his hair, you tugged, making him look up at you from your stomach, a sight that was deliriously sinful, and you guided him back up to your face.

"Next time." You whispered, seeing him smile before he reattached his lips to yours. Those two words made his heart soar, and he relished in your promise that this wasn't just for tonight.

His hands scrambled for his boxers, yanking them off, chucking them over his head to join the other stream of discarded clothing you'd both left. He was purposefully keeping his hips away from yours, his now free cock begging him for some kind of touch. Your hand slid down his back to his ass, pulling on him, telling him what you wanted.

"Is this okay?" He muttered into your mouth, as he struggled not to push himself against you.

Instead of an answer, you took your hand from his ass and wrapped it around his cock. He whined against your lips at the contact, which only spurred you on to start stroking him. HIs hips started to buck into your hand, in time with your movements, getting closer and closer until he could suddenly feel your wetness over the head of his cock. You were both panting at this point, the kisses forgotten, and as soon as you felt him at your core, you bent your knees, rolling your hips as your hand moved, and effectively rubbing him against you.

His arm on the bed faltered, and he slipped down to rest on his elbow. His other hand went to your wrist, and he guided you to line himself up. He looked up into your eyes before going any further, checking for any kind of doubt, any kind of hesitation. He saw nothing but lust in them.

Slowly, cautiously, he started to push into you. He watched you, your eyebrows pinching together as your mouth stuttered open, as he inched in, biting his lip at how fucking euphoric you felt around him. He waited for any indication that you wanted to stop. All he received was a loud curse word from you as you fisted the sheets.

When his hips finally pressed against you, he stilled for a moment, his eyes closing as his head dropped to your neck. He could feel your walls throbbing around him, and he clenched his teeth to stave off his quickly building orgasm.

Peter had wanted this for months. He was not about to have it finished in a minute. He wanted to savour every fucking second.

He could feel his arm shaking as he put all his weight on his elbow. Gently kissing your neck, he pulled his hips back, his cock sliding out of you a little, before pushing back in. Your consequential moan was music to his ears.

He moved again, listening to your beautiful noises as his mouth started moving on your neck with more purpose. His thrusts were long, and deep, but slow, taking his time to fill you up completely before pulling back out, and doing it all over again.

He moved his free hand to your thigh, to the crook of your knee, bending your leg as he pushed back into you, and you felt him go deeper. A loud gasp left your mouth, which made him suddenly snap his hips against you, his teeth biting your neck in response. Within seconds, his plan of taking it slow had evaporated, and his body took over, starting to fuck you harder with each thrust.

He took his mouth off your neck, his hand leaving your thigh and instead reaching up to grab your headboard as he pounded into you, his forehead on yours as he looked down at you.

"Fuck.." You whimpered, as your body bounced from the impact of his hips, grabbing his wrist for stability, your other hand gripping his back, your fingernails digging into him. He either didn't notice, or didn't care, just continuing his now relentless pace.

"You...feel...so...fucking good..." He panted before leaning down to kiss you messily, giving up when he realised you were both moving too much to continue. "So fucking beautiful.." He added, taking his hand off your headboard and grabbing your waist, arching your body into him as he fucked you. He moved to your chest, his tongue and his lips attacking the valley between your breasts.

You moaned loudly, throwing your head back as you succumbed to each sensation. His cock slamming into you, his tongue on your skin, his hand gripping you hard. Your second orgasm was building, low and deep inside, spiking with each thrust, and you knew you weren't far off the edge.

"Peter...I...I'm..." You whined, and he immediately took his hand off your waist, snaking between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing circles over it.

That did it. That tipped you over the edge. His tongue and his teeth on your nipple, his fingers on your clit while he fucked you, it made your orgasm burst through you, your entire body tensing, shaking as it flooded through you, and you screamed his name.

When he felt your walls clenching around him, fucking throbbing around his cock, his own orgasm slammed through him, and he kept pounding into you as he came, spilling into you, groaning into your chest as his teeth finally released your nipple. His thrusts were now getting lazy, slower as both of your bodies started relaxing in the aftermath.

He kissed up your chest, up your neck, until he reached your mouth, your lips instantly moving together as hands started shifting. His elbow was trembling as it rested on the bed near your head. Your fingers weaved into his curls as your tongues slid over each other. His other hand came to your face, cradling it, as if you were the most precious thing he had ever held.

When you broke for air, you were both breathing heavily. You could feel a layer of sweat on your skin. You could see it on his forehead. He brushed some hair away from your face, and gently kissed you again.

There wasn't anything to say. Your eyes, your kisses, were saying it all. It was good. It felt right.

The thought of tomorrow invaded your mind, and your chest ached suddenly. As Peter carefully pulled out of you, rolling to the side, and you headed to the bathroom, you tried to will the thoughts away, but it wasn't working.

When you slipped back into the bed, you just crushed yourself against his chest, his arms enveloping you wordlessly, and you squeezed your eyes shut, hoping that you would fall asleep before having to say anything more.

When Peter woke up the next morning, he inhaled as his brain caught up with last night. He smiled into the pillow before turning his head, preparing to see you laid out next to him, preparing to cuddle you.

But the bed was empty.

He shifted, looking around the room, rubbing the sleep out of his before realising that everything was silent. Must be in the kitchen, he thought. Swinging his legs out of bed, he stood up, stretching a little before locating his boxers on the floor and pulling them on. He readjusted himself, then ruffled his hair as he left your bedroom.

"Hey Sugar are-" He stopped himself as he walked into the kitchen, seeing that it was empty as well. He looked in the lounge. Then the bathroom. Panic shot through him.

You weren't here.