Something was coming over your and you weren't sure what it was or how to stop it but you were now in complete control, a man at your knees begging for your touch and release.
Peter wastes no time to show you his desires, hands trailing up your thighs and under your towel. Your mouth lets out an unsteady breath as you reach your hand up to your mouth, Peter can't help but be amazed by every detail in your expression with every noise you make, he was completely captivated by the effect he had on you and he craved more. You removed your hand from your mouth, lowering it your chest and with the single motion of your finger your towel effortlessly dropped to your feet.
Peter looks up your body in awe, fully engulfed in your body's image, his mouth agape as he stares into your eyes with lust. You reach down to his hands, holding on top of them gently you guide him throughout your bare skin, he follows your every move, admiring the simplest motion of fingers gliding over every curve and divot. Your shallow breaths in sync. No amount of touch was enough to satisfy the desire, throbbing in agony for more, you quickly push his hands down to your hips as it gets warmer. I need it, peters hands pushing down past your warmth and in between your thighs, a gasp escapes as you grip his hands. He looks at you with shock and then amazement. Your grip loosens and you take your hands off his, gazing down at him with your eyes barely open and brows furrowed, you run a hand through his hair and clutch a handful gently.
His expression asking you permission, you grant it. Leaning his head back slightly and inching closer to your heat, you feel a hot breath that raises the hairs on your body and makes your knees give out a bit. He places his hands behind your legs to offer support, gripping the back of your thighs and pulling you closer, eager to close the space left between. "you don't know how badly I wanted this" he speaks into you, causing you to buck your hips forward and pull peters hair back. His nose now rubbing against you slightly, every breath nearly sending you over the edge.
He hasn't even touched me yet and I'm already getting off you think to your self, feeling pathetic but unable to resist every urge. Bucking your hips forward, you give in to temptation and press yourself into him. Peter grips the back of your legs and presses himself into your heat, hitting every sweet spot as he eats into you. Curving your back, you moan out desperately as you pull him in by his hair, saliva drips down your thighs as he drags his tongue throughout your folds eagerly, causing your breath to hitch and body to twitch. Peter looks up and meets your eyes full of lust, eyes barley open, he holds your gaze as his tongue drags around your clit slowly. After holding a steady pace in your sweet spot you can feel yourself getting close to the edge, you pull peters hair back and pull him from your heat, leaving a trail of spit stringing from his mouth as he pulls back.
Desperately, you push Peter down to the ground and onto his back, leaving him surprised at your initiative. You couldn't wait any longer and craved for him inside you, to feel him fill every inch of you. You see his face flood with red as you you lean onto his hips, rubbing your wetness against him, he stutters and fails to speak as his brows furrow and lip quivers. Pushing yourself back and fourth on his length, you restrain yourself from edging too far as you slick around on him.
