Our First Year: To All The Boys I've Loved Before(Book 4)

Chapter 9

A/N: This is an R-rated chapter. Read at your own risk!!!! Enjoy if you dare.☺️

Durning the trip I start to doze off, I must of sleep the whole way there, "Lara Jean, wake up honey." I open my eyes, our car is parked out front a ski lodge. I know this place, I was right! It's the same ski lodge from high school, it feels like such a long time ago. I get out of the car, I notice that this place hasn't changed a bit since the last time we went. Peter and I walk in hand-in-hand. Peter checks in, I'm still tired from my nap, so I must look like a wreck. In high school I barely ever wore makeup, and high waisted jeans, but when I went to college my style suddenly changed. Now, I actually wear makeup everyday, Still not a lot, but today I didn't even bother to put some on. Inside the lodge is nice and cozy. There's a fire going, I remember sitting by the fire and reading almost the whole trip last time. Our room is small, well smaller than some. There's a one queen size bed, a small bathroom, a little Tv and a table with two chairs. It's around 9:00 pm when we get settled into our room. I change into my light pink, almost pale nightie and get in bed. Peter lays next to me, giving me puppy dog eyes, yes sometimes he begs for sex. I put down my book and roll over, he plants small kisses all the way down my neck. I wrap my arms around his neck, his hands are on my waist. He starts to bite my lower lip then he rolls on top of me, and he keeps kissing me, I kiss him back. I slip off my nightie and throw it on the floor, then Peter takes off his sweatpants and boxers. Now we're both fully naked. Our kissing gets more intense, he whispers in my ear "I love you" in between kisses. I start to moan quietly and softly in his ear. Peter starts by being gentle with me, but I can feel him get a little bit more rough, as I get more relaxed and comfortable. At first it always takes me a while to... get used to it. It stopped hurting around the second or third time. Peter always made sure that I felt completely secure and comfortable. Halfway in I realize, we forgot to use protection, it's not the worst thing for us because we're married and I am on the pill, but we always like to be sure and super careful. I try to tell him, but he reassures me that it'll be fine. He knows that I'm on the pill, so like I said it's not a huge deal. Tonight he's so firm. We finish around midnight, we fall asleep under the covers naked. It was one of the 'good nights' not saying his performance is bad or anything, just... I don't know, it was different in a good way. We continue to make out naked for a while longer(ok, til 3 am). In between kisses he says "Did you enjoy?" He smirks. "Very much so." Call us creeps, whatever we don't care. The next morning we stayed in bed, we were still naked from the night before, so we kind of got carried away. Kissing lead to another thing, he rolled on top of me, this time we did indeed use protection. This time he was the one moaning softly and quietly this time. I was glad we got to squeeze in another time real quick. Slowly we put our clothes back on and went down for breakfast. One of the good things about the ski lodge is the breakfast bar. There's pancakes, waffles, doughnuts, toast, oatmeal and cereal. I'm kinda on a diet, I have oatmeal with fat-free milk, a piece of whole wheat toast, fruit, yogurt and water. Peter has three blueberry pancakes, a mocha-sugar doughnut(which I steal a bite), fruit and coffee. Since he doesn't play lacrosse he doesn't have to diet per-say he just takes morning runs. "I had fun last night." He whispers, I don't think anyone can here, but still. "Shh!" I say making him lower his voice even more. After breakfast I go back to the room and put on one of Peter's old UVA hoodies and black leggings. I put my hair in a 'messy bun' and put on some mascara. Peter goes snowboarding and I feel bad because last time he came he went snowboarding with Gabe and Darrel. This time he's all alone. He offered to teach me, but I don't feel that great this morning, so I take some Advil and read by the fire. I start to feel a little bit better before lunch, so I go outside to find Peter. Boy it's cold outside! Peter's going down on of the slops when he sees me. I wave at him. He waves back. We go back inside for lunch, I order tomato soup. That night we go down to the hot tub for old times sake. I forgot to bring a bathing suit so I get in wearing my nightie. Peter helped me in the hot tub and lifted me up on his lap. I hope no ones filming us this time. Peter presses his lips softly against mine, I slip off my nightie, Peter kisses me one more time to take off his swim trunks, he slips them off and comes back. I'm on his lap and my arms are around his neck. His arms are around my waist, he keeps sliding them down my back, towards my butt or very lower part of my back. I don't moan because we are in a public place. In between kisses Peter whispers "Do you want to go back to the room?" I nod, the water feels good(so does everything else) but it's kind of is awkward to have sex in a hot tub, so Peter gets out first, he wraps a towel around his waist and then he gets a towel for me and holds out his hand so I can get out(without tripping). He's such a gentlemen. He dries me off before wrapping the towel around me and he puts his arm around me. I put my head on his shoulder and we walk back to the room. Once we get to the room Peter locks the door behind him, I throw my towel on a chair in the corner, he scoops he up and carries me to the bed, all while kissing intensely. He bites my lower lip, and slides his tongue into my mouth, he likes to kiss me differently all the time. He's now on top of me. I take my hand a start to play with his hair. It feels so good. We're both more rougher this time, rolling around. I think Peter notices that I've started to get tired, so he stops and rolls off of me laying next to me on the bed. I pull up my sheets and we kiss for a little longer, but damnit he wore me out! "Night, Kanvinsky," I whisper as he kisses me one last time. He spoons me til I fall asleep, I like(*love*)how he rubs his hands all over my body. It cold in the room, but all cozy in the bed. I try not to get overheated in fact! Peter rests his head on mine and he falls asleep with one hand on my butt, his legs are wrapped around mine, and that's how I fall asleep. In the morning when we wake up Peter gets out of bed for a few seconds to get the pack of condoms(that we barely used), those were the most loneliest few seconds of my entire life. I wanted him again so badly. He asks if I wanted to do 'it' again, and I nod he kisses the top of my forehead. He gets back in bed, completely naked, the way I like. I start to moan, because for some reason it starts hurting, Peter sees me flinch and he goes more gentle. I don't mind if we've been in bed for a while that time, then we both get more rough. I guess since we're both a little...What I'm trying to say is I haven't done it before and Peter hasn't since like Sophomore year in high school. Rusty's the word. It gets better as time goes on, he get more rough and it doesn't even hurt anymore, like at all. This morning I think I'm the one who wears him out, I wore him out.

A/N: The grammar is bad, I know.