VP - Christmas Special!

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Pete's POV

We're so close, I can see the the details of his face. I could feel his body heat, making me feel even hotter. As we continue the staring game, I swallow hard, ready to say something, when he leans in, his mouth at my ear, his soft exhale making me shiver.

"I want to kiss you."

I avert my gaze, my breaths coming fast.

"I'd take off this crop top of yours. Your skirt. Kiss all over your body. Because you are so damn beautiful, Pete. The prettiest feisty kitten I've ever seen."

I close my eyes, savouring his compliments.

"Can I kiss you?"

I want to speak, I want to tell him, YES!!! But I am scared. Scared that I am inexperienced. Scared that he will not like it. I want to be better. I want to be perfect.

"Pete! Why are you crying!?"

I didn't realise that I was crying. My face felt wet with flowing tears. Cheeks and nose red .

"I won't do anything. I was just saying. Please don't cry."

I look at Vegas. His face filled with guilt and worries. He is thinking it's his fault. But I am the one who's lacking the confidence.

"I am crying because I have never kissed anyone. I am afraid that you won't like it."

I watch as Vegas watch me. His face dead serious. His eyes fixed on my face. He suddenly close his eyes , deeply inhale and exhale.

He opens his eyes.

"Fuck it--"

I gasp as he press his lips hard on mine. It was not a kiss, no movement, no lips clashing, no teeth, no tongue. Just a hard, powerful press on my lips.

He breaks the kiss and cups my face in his hands.

"I want to be your first and last..."

This time I gather some courage and pull him closer, grab a fistful of his shirt and kiss him as hard as I can.

I feel him smile against my lips. He backs me against the kitchen wall. Grasping my hips as he sucks my lower lip.

I feel dizzy

My fingers already attempting to release the first of his buttons. His mouth tasting  like peppermint.
His arms are strong around me.

There's an electric charge between us I hadn't anticipated.

Soon his teeth tugs at my lips, biting them, fiddling with them. My hand went from the buttons to the back of his head. Fingers twisted into his hair as he sloppily licks into my mouth.

My head spinning.

His lips soon ,are on my neck, tasting me, devouring me, and I force myself to think straight.

His hands inside my top. Playing with my chest. Groping them, twisting them, even clenching it in between his thick hands.

"Vegas!"

I shout, unable to control myself from screaming. He quickly withdraws his hands.

Instead he gets inside the crop top , biting my already hardened nipples. His tongue swirling around them in ways couldn't explained.

I cover my mouth to stop myself from screaming. As he continues the torture.

Soon he halts everything. Coming face to face, removing the my hand from my mouth.

"Don't. Don't fucking hide your screams. Let them out . Let the people know how your husband, makes you scream and cry, only by a kiss.
Imagine what will happen when I will fuck you?"