Peter & Mariska: The One Shots [A Collection]

Morning Love

Hey guys!!
I dug through my quarantine vault and found some nice Petska smut. It might be a lil explicit.
Wait...there's fluff in here too.
I have no real plot/description - just enjoy!
Xo

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Morning Love❤️

The house was silent for the most part as the kids were still asleep in their respective rooms. Rain tapped against the windows, the wind whipped outside. There were sounds of love and happiness coming from being the locked doors of the master bedroom.

She was giggling, her freckles were peppered across her skin, her nose was scrunched as she smiled. He hovered over her, smiling as he bunched the long Yale t-shirt up, his hands gently caressing up her thighs until he reached the lace. He hooked his fingers into the sides and tugged, still staring straight into her eyes as he pulled the garment down her legs until it was off. He threw them to the floor then pushed her shirt up some more until it lay bunched at her stomach, now fully exposing what had been beneath the lace. Her thick thighs fell open more, and he licked his lips; smooth and bare, glistening with arousal, just for him.

She reached out and stroked a hand over his cheek, purposely dragging her fingers over his full beard; "There's some perks to you not shaving this thing."

"Oh yeah?" He smirked. She nodded, a cheeky smirk on her face yet again.

"Yeah."

He dipped his head, first slowly kissing her thighs, teeth nipping and lips sucking at the creamy tanned flesh. She looked down, her eyes following his every move, her body trembling ever so slightly in anticipation. He had this dark look in his eyes; it wasn't one that scared her, but one that excited her.

And when his head dipped further and his tongue slipped between her wet and waiting folds, she almost shot off their bed. One hand twisted into their sheets, the other come to rest on his head, pushing his head further it seemed. Her breath hitches, feeling his tongue swipe over her most delicate parts, feasting on her in the most intimate way.

His beard - that fucking beard - scraping against her sensitive flesh; that was enough to make her want to cum then and there as bursts of pleasure raced through her veins. But she was holding off; basking in this moment and allowing her husband to take her into heights of pleasure that only he could take her into. His strong hands - hands that could be so tender - were now gripping her hips, so strong and so aggressive, in a manner that was sure to leave bruising. She loved this side of him. Sure she loved when he was so loving and tender and warm, but she also loved the side only she got to see, when the beast that only showed himself behind the locked doors of their master bedroom; an extremely sexy, dominant, aggressive beast that only had a hunger for her, a hunger that she would happily satisfy for the rest of her life.

His lips closed around her clit and he began to suck as two thick fingers plunged into her core. She gasped, her eyes rolled and her back arched. A breathy moan of "Peter" dropped from her lips like a prayer; it only spurred him on, God how he loved when she moaned his name like that.

He sucked harder, his fingers brushed against her g-spot. Fluids trickled down his hand and dripped to their sheets. She was wiggling, desperate for sort of relief, but he only wrapped his other strong arm around her thighs to hold her in place. She couldn't getaway now even if she wanted to; she was at his mercy, and that only made her wetter.

He withdrew his fingers and held her tighter, diving his tongue into her further as he felt her muscles contract. Her moans were breathy and she was panting more, a sign that she was close. He looked up at as he continued lapping his tongue against her; her head was back, her plump lips were parted, and her eye were closed. He flicked his tongue faster, and within moments, she was coming undone.