When Peter and I got home the house was empty, I knew my message had been relayed to Mother from Saba and she knew exactly what was going on and Miya sent out for last minute errands and well, a empty house might as well put it to good use, I know Peter will think it's a good idea when I tell him.
He had took his shoes off as I did placing them by the front door and I hung up my coat and scarf. He turned to look at me. "It's been a while since I've been in a house but this one massive and beautiful." I smiled. "'And yours now too as much as it is mine." He smiled at me and we stood closer to each other as I smirked. "You know, the house is empty, my bedroom door is open and you are older. You know what means?" I asked him a little huskily.
His eyes lit up with lust and he nodded as he bit his lip. "Finally, sex?" He asked, I nodded with a smile. "Yes, but I'm starting to suspect that's the real reason you grew and not because you missed me." I teased, he chuckled. "If I said it was both reason then you object?" I hummed. "I don't think so, as long as you missed me a little bit at least."
"Why don't I show you how much I missed you?" I smiled and our lips crashed together and I pulled him by the front of his shirt and pushed him upstairs. As we clumsily made into my bedroom, I continued to kiss Peter passionately while pinning him against my now closed bedroom door and his hands started to wander my body, running his fingers through my short hair, kissing my collarbone and rubbing his hands over my chest.
"I know I'm grown up but that doesn't I know what I'm doing. I still don't know." I chuckled. "Only older on the outside, ain't you? Still my young clueless Peter on the inside." To be honest I had no idea what I was doing either, I was a nervous wreck. Peter had been waiting so long for this and I didn't want to give him a bad first time. I laid Peter down on my bed and kissed him again before getting up and looking for some lubricant in some of my drawers, this will go much better on me and Peter if I have it. I seen Peter watched eagerly as I found small bottle containing some liquid and walked back to the bed. "What's that?" "A sort of lubricant for us to use, it's almond oil." I told him, placing the bottle next to one of my large pillows before climbing back on the bed.
"Why do we need to use it? What's it for?" Peter asked confused, taking the bottle to inspect it. I know he had probably used this or some other oil before to do other things but obviously never this. "You'll see," was all the explanation I gave not wanting to fully explain it before pulling him closer and kissing him again.
I was still a nervous wreck and tried to stall with plenty of kissing while I tried to come up with the next step. What were we supposed to do next? Who was supposed to do what?
Though I may be more experienced with sex in general but I wasn't experienced with men. With a woman it was so much easier because each person had their designated role, but what about now? What would be... less bad for both of us? Though for some reason Peter didn't seem anxious or worried just turned on and ready. Why couldn't I be like that? Oh right, because I'm was smart enough to know this could turn into a disaster and that worried me because neither of us can get away now. We're stuck together.
Gently, I pushed Peter against the covers of my bed, trying to break the kiss. "Wait, wait... Slow down."
"What?" He gave him that lustful look that clearly indicated he only had one thing on his mind. I leaned down to kiss him, a bit more calmly than before. "We've got time - let's not rush into things here."He giggled into the kiss. "Oh, so you want it to be slow and romantic?" he teased, giving him an amused smirk. I sighed, nodding. "Yes, something like that." Romantic, I could do that I know how to be romantic.
Peter just laughed quietly, pulling me back into a short, sweet kiss. "Alright, as you wish." Just as Peter promised, the kiss remained gentle and slow, giving me enough time to contemplate what to do next. I could be romantic, I've done it before during sex and that was with a random woman, I love Peter so I can be very romantic with him I guess.
Very slowly, I caressed my hand down his shoulder, brushing aside his clothes in the process. Peter complied immediately, shrugging out of his new clothes that still somewhat startled me, it was just strange to see him in normal clothes like I wore before returning the favor and he helped me out of his own clothes. It was probably the slowest undressing I had ever done in my life, as it was interrupted by dozens of kisses and caresses completely at random, thus taking at least 5 minutes to be completed.
