Chapter 28

You rushed to nod, feeling him smile on your skin. Suddenly, he was flipping you over, pressing his body into yours as he kissed you deeply, before trailing his mouth down your neck, your chest. You bit your bottom lip as you watched, his lips smattering your skin with kisses as he moved further and further south. You ran your fingers through his hair, the curls dancing over your knuckles as he shifted, until his lips were ghosting over your pubic bone.

Your heart was thudding as you felt his lips graze your clit, his tongue darting out, giving a tentative kitten lick of your throbbing core. Instantly, your body tensed as the feeling rippled through you, your eyes closing as you started to descend into bliss as his tongue continued to lick over you.

Pulling your knees over his shoulders, he grabbed your hips as his lips closed around you, sucking and kissing you closer and closer to the edge. You started grinding against his mouth, the friction tightening the coil inside you, your loud moans mingling with the filthy sounds of his tongue lapping at your sex.

He circled your clit, sucking on it afterwards, making your knees tense over his shoulders. You fisted the sheets, your back arching off the bed, as the hot swirl of your climax started to spiral through you.

He popped his mouth off you, his tongue coming back to your clit, flicking over it as one of his hands left your hips. He traced a finger over you, opening his eyes to watch you shiver above him, then slowly pushed it in. You gasped in reaction, muttering his name as he started to move his finger, his tongue movements picking up speed at the same time.

Pumping his finger into you, he kept sucking until your gasps turned into barely audible whimpers, when he finally took his mouth off you, climbing back over you, while slipping a second finger inside.

"I could taste you all fucking day Sugar." He whispered, before capturing your lips with his. You could taste yourself faintly on his mouth, his tongue, which you welcomed into your mouth as he continued to fuck you with his fingers.

You could feel yourself tensing around him, his fingers struggling as he tried to carry on at the same speed, but your orgasm was too powerful, too overwhelming, crying out his name as you came around his fingers. The second you started to relax, he slipped out of you, his hands grabbing your waist and flipping you over for the second time.

Straddling his lap, you weakly rested your hands on his chest as he led the kiss, his hand going to the back of your head before pulling back an inch. Your eyes fluttered open, and you were immediately captured in his gaze. He wordlessly ran his other hand down your chest, down your stomach, and you just watched as it moved lower, between your bodies, his fingers brushing your sensitive core. You instinctively moved up, moving your hips away, still reeling from your orgasm, but then you felt his cock sliding against you, and you bit your bottom lip as your hips moved down to him.

"Is that what you want babygirl?" He groaned, pressing himself harder against you. You rocked your hips in time with him, every so often, the head of him threatening to slip inside. Your fingernails dug into his chest every time he slipped it back out. He smiled wickedly up at you, knowing exactly what he was doing, and eventually, he stilled his movements, letting you slowly sink down onto him.

"Fuuuckk!" You gasped, throwing your head back as he filled you up. His hands went to your hips straight away, not giving you a second to adjust, already guiding your hips forward and back, grinding his cock into you.

He looked up at you in awe, the sight of you on top of him already testing his resolve. But he bit his bottom lip, hard, and thrust up into you, matching the movements you were making. Then he suddenly ran a hand up your back until he could grab the back of your neck, and tugged you down so that you were laying on top of him, his hips snapping into you as he kissed you. Your wet hair dangled around you, shielding both of you from the outside world, as you lost yourselves in one another. There were no boundaries, no restrictions, no limits between the two of you anymore, and he was fucking you hard to make sure that you knew that.

He rolled you both over on the bed, his rhythm not faltering for a second, rocking himself into you in such a deliciously sinful way that you broke the kiss, the need to moan too overwhelming as you gripped his hair. He kissed down your neck, his tongue and his lips breaking up the soft sensation. Then you felt his hips slow down, then pause altogether, before he started pulling out of you.

"Peter, what-" You panted, but he just smiled.

"I want you to turn over. Will you turn over for me beautiful?" He whispered, his nose nuzzling below your ear and making your body ignite.

You nodded, rushing to flip yourself over onto your stomach, and he shifted back to watch you. His hands grabbed your ass, kneading the flesh, before sliding round to your hips and pulling them up so that you were on your knees, the side of your face still pressed into the sheets.

"You look so fucking gorgeous like this." He praised, pushing his rock hard cock back into you. You grabbed the sheets either side of you in your fists, whimpering and groaning at the feeling, sounds which morphed quickly into full blown, pornographic moans when he gripped your hips and slammed back into you. He fucked you, hard, in a way that had your eyes rolling back in your head, as the praise continued to fall from his lips - 'So good', 'fucking amazing', 'god damn perfect', 'taking me so fucking well'.

Each word that came out of Peter's mouth shocked you, shocked you at how filthy he was being, but each word was also turning you on more and more, and you could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter as he pounded his cock into you. Your noises got louder, becoming less breathy and more like sharp cries at the impact, at the sensation of him fucking you, and at one point, his hand went to your hair, grabbing the wet strands and pulling on it, making your head lift up slightly. You felt him lean over you, his chest resting on your back, and then-

"Let him fucking hear you babygirl." He growled into your ear. Your eyes shot open, then you looked forward. You spotted the headboard that was softly thumping against the wall.

The wall that he shared with Adam's apartment.

You swallowed thickly, but didn't get a chance to respond as he slammed into you hard. You cried out, and he did it again. He released your hair, and you fell back to the bed, but he didn't let up at all. The headboard started hitting the wall harder. Your entire body started to sizzle as your desire, and your building climax flooded through you. One of his hands went to your shoulder to anchor him, letting his hips move faster and harder.

You shouted his name as you felt something snap, your orgasm bursting through your nerves, him moving impossibly fast so that you didn't just fall over the edge, but shattered through it.

In the haze of your climax rushing through your blood, you vaguely heard him groan your name, pumping his hips another few times before finally, finally slowing down.

You had slumped onto the bed, causing him to fall on top of you, the both of you pulsing, throbbing against each other.

Your entire body felt like it was shaking, and it probably was. Peter had just given you an earth shattering orgasm, and he definitely knew it as he rolled off. He exhaled loudly, and when he spoke, you could hear the smile in his words.

"That was fucking amazing." He said.

"Hmm." You agreed, not having the energy to say anything else. Before he could respond, there was a knock on the door.

"I got it." He groaned, reluctantly moving off the bed and grabbing some joggers. You closed your eyes as you heard him moving around you, revelling in the full body euphoria you were feeling.

As Peter padded slowly to the door, making sure his joggers were sitting right on his hips, there was another knock.

"Yeah, I'm coming." He yelled, finally reaching the door and twisting the handle. "What -"

Peter stopped speaking when he saw Adam on the other side of the door, looking angry. Peter frowned at him.

"Hey man," Adam said in a voice that Peter assumed was trying to be intimidating. "I get that you might have someone over, but tell her to keep it down will ya?"

Peter processed his words after a few seconds, blinking dumbly at the other guy, then he licked his bottom lip and smiled.

"Hey Luka!" Peter called into the apartment. Adam's eyes widened. He even stepped back when you appeared round the corner in one of Peter's Tshirts and boxers that you'd hastily chucked on. "Neighbour says you were too loud." Peter continued, holding in a chuckle as you walked up to him and wrapped your arms around his side.

"Sorry. I'll try to be quieter next time." You replied once you noticed who was on the other side of the door.

"There, all sorted, man." Peter mocked, not even waiting for Adam's stuttering mouth to formulate a response, before shutting the door in his face. As soon as it clicked shut, you and Peter burst out laughing.

"God, I fucking love you." You said with a grin, wrapping your arms around his neck and raising on your toes to kiss him. He returned the kiss, and when you separated, he rested his forehead against yours, his hand coming to your cheek as he looked down at you with soft eyes.

"I love you too." He replied, kissing you again. "Now, let's get you something to eat. You'll need your energy for what I've got planned later."

Peter smiled, stepping out of your hold, taking your hand and leading you to the kitchen. As you watched him start to rummage in the cupboards, you felt completely at peace. You were finally with someone that you deserved, and you couldn't be happier.