She moaned. “Yes.”
“Would you like to do more?” he asked.
She tipped her head back and whispered, “More. Yes, more.”
Wasting no time, he pulled down her dress, revealing her thin chemise. Lavinia wriggled her arms, and he helped her peel away the rest of the sheer fabric.
He pushed the material down as far as it would go, then gazed at her glorious form. Her breasts were full, her nipples erect. Peter was hungry for a taste. He wasaching. He stared at her perfect breasts, big and perky. He quickly covered them with his hands, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples.
“Yes, Peter,” Lavinia moaned.
Peter felt her hands tighten on his shoulders, and he leaned forward to capture her lips in a quick kiss. Lavinia panted against his mouth as he continued to massage her breasts.
“That feels so good,” she whispered.
“What do you want me to do next?” he asked.
He enjoyed watching her moan. Her mouth opened as her sweet breath blew into his face.
“Kiss me, please,” she begged.
And without any delay, he did.
Their lips crashed onto each other like missing pieces falling back into place. He devoured her mouth, letting his tongue meet hers. Lavinia moaned into his mouth as he squeezed her nipples softly between his fingers. He knew she wanted him, too.
Eventually, Peter broke the kiss. He planted small pecks on her cheeks, jaw, and neck, and finally ran his tongue across her breasts. He sucked one nipple into his mouth. Lavinia moaned louder, fueling his enthusiasm and desire. His tongue flicked swiftly against her erect nipple.
He felt her hand move to the back of his head, pulling him closer. She pulled at his hair as he continued to suck and tease the pretty pink bud. He squeezed her left breast while licking the right one. Her loud moan echoed through the room when he switched sides and did the same thing all over again.
“Oh, Peter!” Lavinia rested her head on his shoulder, nearly losing her balance.
The foreign sensation built up inside her so fast that she could not handle it. She did not want him to stop fondling her breasts, but what he was doing with his mouth was too much.
She moaned, releasing the tension in her body. She did not know that it was possible to feel such pleasure.
She remembered touching herself, but it was a different feeling when Peter’s hands explored her. She was more aroused, more pleasured. She wanted more, but she could not figure out what else there was to know. Whatever he was doing to her body must be some kind of sorcery. She felt like his mouth could perform miracles.
“I want… I want…” she panted, unable to articulate even the most basic of her needs.
“I want you to feel me, Lavinia,” Peter whispered in her ear, his breath sending shivers through her.
She could not comprehend what he had just said, but she tried. She slid her hands down to his shoulders, strong and broad. She pulled him closer, still feeling his tongue on her nipples.
Then her hands skated over the buttons on his jacket. She wanted to rip the thing off him, but her hands trembled when she tried to loosen even one of those shiny buttons.
Suddenly, Peter lifted her and carried her to his bed. She inwardly applauded his swift and flawless maneuver. She knew he was strong, but she did not expect him to be that coordinated.
“What are you doing?” she asked in panic as he pulled up her skirts.
He kissed her lips as he leaned over her, grazing the bulge in his breeches against her exposed legs. Lavinia felt her core throb as he pulled his mouth away from hers.
“What… what is…” She could barely breathe, let alone think of how to speak, when he brushed the tips of his fingers over her leg before squeezing and caressing her thighs.
“Do you grant me the permission to touch you fully?” he asked.
Lavinia did not understand. He was already touching her! Was there supposed to be more than this?
But despite her confusion, her eagerness to feel more made her nod earnestly. She watched Peter smirk as he slowly moved down her legs. She watched in wonder and lust as he planted small kisses on her kneecaps, her thighs, and then on the crease where her hips met her legs. His tongue darted out occasionally, and she wriggled under his touch. It felt nice but also new, and she could not wait to see where his mouth would fall next.
