Royal

Hickies and Hide Aways

The things are packed into the bags we brought the fire scattered so no evidence of us ever being there remains. Complete secrecy that will allow us to get far enough to not get caught. Where we go from here however is the true question. I look at Peter as he pulls one of the bags into his back and looks up at me. My heart flutters for a second and I walk over to him taking his hand. We begin walking into the forest our course unknown but we simply must keep moving.

We continue for hours ducking under branches scurrying across creeks and jumping over fallen trees. I scream when a stick hidden in the tall grass catches my foot and I fall. "Patrick are you okay?" Peter asks frantically I groan a face full of grass and dirt muffling the pained noise. Peter grabs my shoulder and rolls me onto my back. I spit out the grass stuck in my mouth and sigh.

"I hate this." I grumble angrily and Peter sighs crouching down to flick chunks of dirt from my hair and trying to wipe the rest from my face.

"I know but hopefully we find someplace to call home. Maybe not today and maybe not tomorrow but someday we will find somewhere to go. Isn't Europe trying to populate the new country? Perhaps we could bribe our way onto one of the ships and buy ourselves a plot of farmland in the East." I smile as Peter being this up because it may just be crazy enough to work. The French had started farming by the rivers in the new world if we could go there buy our own plot of land and not have to answer to any landlords or neighbours it he perfect.

"Peter! That is a fantastic idea!" I screech delightedly and Peter grins down at me. I reach my arms up and he goes to help me up but instead I pull him down with me he chuckles slightly and gives me a fake angry look but I crane my neck up and kiss his pouty lips.

"We" kiss "could live" kiss "our whole lives" kiss "together" kiss "In Canada, all we need is a farm. Petey we would have the rest of our lives, together." I feel tears well up in my eyes and I look at Peter who has some in his own.

"That sounds like the best thing that could ever happen to me." I smile up at him and he leans down and kisses me properly, biting my bottom lip gently asking for entrance and I allow it his tongue swirling against my own licking into my mouth as his hands brace the back of my neck. I begin to feel drunk and light headed my heart racing as my hands travel from his shoulders down his back and then up under his shirt.

His muscles are warm and lean moving so gently under his scar lined skin. I trace one of them with my finger and Peter shivers abound me his lips breaking from mine. I open my eyes lazily and notice the string of saliva still connecting our mouths and Peters hot heavy breathing above me. I move my eyes from his lips to lock with his and they are darkened with lust. I feel my heart rate quicken yet again as I see his eyes trail from my lips down my neck. I gasp when he leans in and places a small kiss to my jaw continuing the feather light kisses until he reaches the base of my neck where he begins to suck at the skin there causing a surge of feeling I have never experienced.

I grip his hair tightly when I feel a sudden rush downwards and a strange sensation in my groin. Peter seems to know exactly what is happening as his hand lightly ghosts over it and my body reacts by bucking into his hand and letting out a noise I have never made before. I gasp in shock and smack a hand over my mouth looking at Peter with wide eyes.

"Have you never...." he trails off and looks me in the eyes I don't know what he means but I still shake my head 'no'. "Oh, uh well then let me be your teacher." He smiles before leaning in and cupping my jaw placing a tender kiss on my lips. "Don't worry I will make it good for you. Nothing to extreme not here not now." I nod as if understanding what he means by not to extreme because what is not extreme? This feels pretty extreme at the moment. I gasp as his other hand yet again travels down to grope me through my pants. My body reacts with a shudder before pressing up into the feeling my eyes squeezing shut as I groan at the feeling.

I can feel Peters breath against my neck as he slowly unbuttons my pants and pushes up my shirt. I open one eye and peer at him he isn't looking at my face but instead at the skin he has exposed running his hand over my stomach causing it to quiver under his touch. My breath quickens as my pants are pulled halfway down my legs my lower half completely exposed to Peter. I look down at myself and almost get scared by what I see because that has never happened. My member is hard and dark with blood curved up toward my stomach and Peter is looking at it like some sort of treasure no one has ever beheld. Which I mean technically is true.

One hand grips my thigh and pushes my legs apart as far as the pants still on my ankle will allow. He adjusts and sticks one of his legs between my own before stripping off his shirt and leaning down over top of me. I swallow thickly and look up at him. One of his hands remains tracing my thigh with his rough finger tips and the other being used to brace himself over top of me his head blocking out the sun causing him to have a warm glow all around him. My hands remain at my sides unsure of what to do my eyes remain latched onto his even as his trail over my body making me feel like warm tingling paths are left wherever he gazes.

"You are truly stunning. You are like a price of art you deserve paintings made of you just like this." I gulp and almost tell him that there were in fact paintings of me in the castle but none like this. Peter leans down and kisses me again this one heated and sloppy causing surges of pleasure to shoot straight downwards. I moan and grip Peters shoulders now heated by the sunlight as my body reacts to his touch bucking up and rubbing against the leg between my own.

"Please touch me." I whimper unsure of what I mean but knowing that I need something more. The hand previously on my thigh wraps around the base of my erect member and strokes upwards and it is the best thing I have ever felt in my nearly eighteen years of existence. I moan loudly the noise sounding foreign to my own ears as I have never made it before now. I buck and wrap a leg around Peters hips and cause his lower half to drop closer to me. I can feel that he has the same thing going on in his pants and my hands immediately snap onto the buttons trying to free it. My mind feels clouded and drunk as Peter continues to stroke me and I finally get Peters pants down past the curve of his buttocks. Which I let my hand briefly skim over the skin smooth to the touch.

I grip his member and begin copying his movements. Soon I can hardly hold a steady rhythm as I moan and squirm under Peters touch wanting more and less at the same time. Everything feels over stimulated and yet like it's not enough a pressure has built low within my abdomen and normally I would be concerned as to why it is happening but then with a flick of Peters wrist the pressure is released and my eyes snap shut as my head flies backwards as the strangest noise I have ever heard escapes my lips. I feel Peter grip his hand over mine still on his member moving it frantically before a hot liquid drips down my fingers and he stops our hands shivering over top of me as his arm can't hold him up and he collapses on top of me.

I grunt in pain and remove my hand being squished between us. I examine the white liquid still dripping from it and decide to wipe it on the grass. I feel warm and sated. Peter begins placing lazy kisses on my collar bone and I smile and stroke his hair with my clean hand.

"That was like nothing I have ever felt before." I say and Peter chuckles the warm breath against my neck causing a shiver.

"Welcome to the world of sex. Now let's get going and clean up a bit." I groan as he pulls himself up off the ground before readjusting himself in his pants and leaning down to help me up. I feel like a limp piece of pasta I am unsure if I do get up if I will remain standing. Peter pulls me up anyway letting me lean on him for support. A braying laugh sounds from him as he looks at my behind. I smack him lightly but he uses his hand to brush off the dirt stuck to my butt. I laugh to realizing how ridiculous we probably look and then lean down to pull my pants back on. My legs still feel weak but it's manageable and I laugh when I see the imprint in the grass we have left.