Teen Wolf Mature Content Drabbles

Self-Indulgent Garden Cunnilingus (Pydia)

Peter was not one for gardening. His first wife loved it, but he never saw the point of it. He didn't care for the heat, the dirt, or the smell of the earth that seemed to encase him. He didn't even workout outside even when the weather is nice and fair. His wife, on the other hand, lived outside. Lydia did everything outside. Yoga, running, reading, gardening especially. Her roses were her pride and joy. Once in an argument, Peter threatened to step on them and was punished to the guest room for days.

Peter was one for watching his wife. Is it stalking when it's your own wife? Probably, but Peter doesn't care. He stares out the kitchen window, watching Lydia, and he pushes the window open silently. Lydia is wearing a sundress with a matching hat to protect her fair skin. The dress has a pink pattern, it clashes with her hair, and Peter smiles at her back. She leaned over something, it has her full concentration, and that enough is irritating to Peter so he walks outside. He peeks over her shoulder, still unseen, and she's carefully pruning petals away from her prized roses. "Are they dead?" Peter asks, jolting Lydia and she glares.

"Peter!" She scolds, and he laughs as he sits beside her. She hits him with a gloved hand, a smile threatening its way onto her lips, and she pushes him. Peter rests his hand on her thigh, and the wind blows carrying her scent to his nose. She's slightly sweaty, from the heat, and he rests his head on her shoulder. "Go away." Lydia says, clipping something carefully. Peter laughs as he pushes her dress up, revealing creamy thighs.

"You're not wearing anything under this." Peter discovers, delighted as he pushes his hand all the way up to her hip. He rests his hand on the mound of her pussy, feeling the soft hairs that grow there, and Lydia sighs as she turns toward him. She takes off her sun hat, hitting him with it, and he laughs as pulls her into his lap.

"Peter." Lydia says, smiling at him as he hikes her dress around her waist. "You're lucky we don't have neighbors." She adds, and Peter ignores that as he takes off his shirt. He tosses it on the ground before putting Lydia on it. "What are you doing?" She asks, covering her eyes with her arm to hide them from the sun.

"I'm going to eat you out next to those lovely roses you love more than me." Peter says, and Lydia opens her mouth to say that she doesn't love them more than him but it's cut off when Peter licks her cunt. Lydia sighs out as Peter gives her clit slow, firm licks while she digs her fingers into the grass. She'll be mad about her manicure later. Peter holds her open with one hand, sucking on the sensitive nub, and uses his free hand to play with her breast.

"Peter." Lydia moans, rocking up to meet his mouth. He pinches her nipple, rolling it slowly, and he rubs his beard over the sensitive area. He loves it, getting her scent on him like this but also scenting her in return. "No." Lydia says, when he presses two fingers into her. Peter withdraws them, kissing her clit warmly before he goes back to sucking on it. Lydia's breath picks up, turning heavy, her heartbeat picking up until she's coming with an off sounding 'oh.'

Peter grins as he pulls away, giving her swollen cunt a few licks before patting it fondly, and Lydia pants as she catches her breath. Peter watches her, dress pulled up to her waist, one her breast out, and her legs opened wide and dripping slick.

Peter is one for this sight.