“Peter! That was from Talbots.”
He drops the shirt to the ground.
“Where’s the bra from? We can go there tomorrow too.”
Before I can fight with him, Peter kisses my shoulder and then all along the length of my collar bone before he gets up to my neck and then… my lips again. My nipples nearly burst out of my bra on their own, threatening to rip the fabric without input from the caveman Peter.
His hands drop to my ass again as we keep kissing against the wall. Bed. We need to move into the bed but we just can’t keep our hands off each other.
Peter’s kissing gets rougher with my clothes off. He likes that he ripped my expensive work shirt off and he alternates between kissing my lips and my neck. I should stop him and tell him that ripping my clothes is absolutely inappropriate but the exact point on my neck where those kisses hit sends insanely hot tingles throughout my entire body.
I can’t drag myself away from Peter’s wet lips and rough, manly stubble. I convince myself that his warm hands are trapping me in place and when I move my hips in some half-assed effort to get away from Peter, I only end up pinned harder against a wall.
He runs his tongue along my neck and chuckles.
“No escape, Aricia. I’ll buy you a new shirt. I’ll buy you two…”
Peter times his movements well and moves his head to my nipple to flick his tongue across the sensitive nub, silencing me before any words of protest escape. The soft wet flick from his tongue instantly makes me crave more of him. His tongue flutters out of his mouth again, sliding a slippery trail across my nipple as both of our arousal mounts.
At this point, the gushing between my thighs means I can’t move without becoming profoundly aware of Peter’s effect on me. I press my back into the wall and Peter forces a moan out of me by changing the pace of his tongue flicking against my nipple.He sucks on my left nipple first, applying enough pressure that I moan loudly before he eases his way on over to the right nipple.
This is enough to melt me in Peter’s arms, no matter how badly I wish I could fight him off — I can’t. I want this. I want to give in to this good feeling and not hold myself back. I was the good girl all those years I was married. I was the good girl throughout law school when I put my books before boys.
I don’t want to keep pleasing other people before I please myself. I can’t be that person anymore. When Peter uses his grip on my waist to hike my legs up and slide down to his knees, I let him. I let him take my pants and underwear off and then I feel Peter’s tongue getting closer to my mound.
And I’m really letting him do this to me. I sling my thigh over Peter’s back, my ass cheeks sinking into his shoulder as he holds me up. He grunts and somehow uses his fingers to spread my pussy lips apart.
“Perfect,” Peter growls. “Dripping.”
First contact from his tongue feels so good that it almost hurts. I cry out loudly and my legs curl towards my body like a crab. Peter won’t let me pull away from him, even if I can only push my back harder against the wall and there’s no chance at escape. His grasp tightens then his tongue pushes inside me. I cry out loudly, which only gives Peter more incentive to control my body and lick my pussy like his personal dinner plate.
My fingers reach naturally for Peter’s hair and a warm, strangely fuzzy feeling goes when I have strands of his hair in my grasp. Not like I could control that head of his. Peter grunts once I take hold of him and eats me out more furiously. A tight knot of pleasure forms in my core and I push my hips towards Peter’s face as if I can grind my pussy against his face and find some sweet spot that instantly makes me cum.
My hips move, encouraging Peter’s tongue to roam and then his lips wrap around my clit and the explosion is… instant. I cryout so loudly and arch my back instinctively from the pleasure tightening and releasing all my muscles at once.
Peter sucks on my pussy lips like a mango, slurping and sucking on me so loudly that I almost comment on the impoliteness. Well, I would have if I wasn’t having a second or third orgasm. He buries his face between my legs and slowly french kisses my clit before pulling away from my pussy. Peter lowers my body to the ground, my legs wobble when I try to stand, totally against my will.
Peter catches me from falling as he stands up himself and it’s almost ridiculous how I lose my balance and end up in his arms. He knocked the sense out of me, I think. But I don’t mind being in those arms. Those big, sexy arms… Peter puts a finger beneath my chin and I kiss him.
“There we go,” Peter says, giving me a sexy ass smile that makes my heart flutter. It’s not the perfection of his smile, but the way he wears it that makes him so damn fine to me. It’s like getting a giant to crack a smile, and I feel a sense of pride from pulling out gentleness from Peter.
He whispers, “Much better. Now get your sexy ass in bed.”
I move away from Peter, uncertain about my willingness to obey him, but he doesn’t give me a chance to fight. Once I’m away from his grasp, it doesn’t last long. His flat palm lands on my ass and I squeal as juices drip out of my pussy down my thighs.
Peter spins my head all the way around. He positions his body behind me and then wraps his arms around me. Those big sexy arms. I can feel his cock pressing into my ass, only making my heart beat faster and only making me even crazier for Peter. He squeezes me and then leans in to kiss my neck. I shiver and press my body against his.
“I need to take you from behind,” he murmurs in that deep, growly voice that has total mind control over me. “I need to watch your sexy ass bouncing on my dick.”
Yes. Yes, I want this. I don’t know why I want this and I definitely shouldn’t want this… But I do. I give in completely to Peter’s desires. We move over to the bed slowly as we kiss each other and as we get close to the mattress, Peter bends me over. My body buckles immediately from his physical domination which is both rough and sudden. I can feel his urgency in a way I didn’t realize could be possible.
This man… He awakens everything in me. He even got me pregnant. Right now? Even that seems like a good idea. Peter might be right about our age being on our side in the world of dating. We can cut through the BS and just enjoy each other. Peter’s hand touches my ass gently and I flinch, even if he didn’t spank me.
“Just touching,” Peter says with that gruff voice, using one of his feet to spread my thighs apart so he can watch my pussy drip. “I can’t help how much I love that sexy ass of yours.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Peter
