His lips found mine as he started to raise and lower his hips. I moaned against his mouth and let myself be stretched until I really felt full. The slow, torturous thrusts he gave me only made me crave more, deeper, harder. I groaned.
"Joanne," he whispered against my ear before he tugged it between his teeth. "Damn you feel amazing."
"Peter," I groaned.
I could hardly form words. Everything felt like heaven as he pumped inside of me faster and faster.
I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck, my fingers at his scalp as he picked up speed even more. I heard the way his breath shuddered in his throat and I knew it wouldn't be long before we both reached the end of our ropes.
Peter held onto me tightly as he thrust deeply and moaned my name nonstop. It was like he couldn't get enough. Almost like he was on another planet. I loved it. I wrapped my legs around his waist and rubbed my clit until I felt the pleasure build once more.
He squeezed and pinched my nipple between his fingers as I cried out and shook my head. I could feel another orgasm approaching. My nails dug into his skin, but he didn't even seem to notice.
"So good," he moaned. "Fuck."
"Yes," I nodded, barely able to form words. "So… mffff… good."
Our lips crashed together as my back arched and my toes curled.
I came so hard I saw a burst of white behind my lids before I fell onto the mattress completely out of energy. Peter gripped my hips and held me in place while he thrust in and out. I heard the shaky sound of his voice before I felt his cock twitch hard inside of me. Warmth filled me and I groaned as he panted and held his face in the crook of my neck.
I stroked his hair and smiled. I'd had so much fun that I didn't care that we were both sweaty and he was heavy on my chest. Instead, I curled up with him and tried not to fall asleep from the warmth and comfort that radiated from his body.
After a while, he grunted. "We should clean up."
"Do we have to?" I asked.
He chuckled. "Yes, we should. Come on."
I groaned, but as he pulled out it turned into a moan. He helped me up and I padded behind him to the bathroom.
What a cute butt.
I grinned but kept it to myself as I realized just how much I could use a shower.
Chapter 8
Peter
Joanne nuzzled into my side and I grinned as I woke up and remembered the day before. We'd spent the rest of the day in bed. I even brought our food into bed with us and we ate while talking about life and catching up more. We'd only passed out in the early hours of the morning, exhausted and a little tipsy on red wine.
I opened my eyes and glanced down at her. She was still up against me, one leg over my stomach and her hand on my chest. I'd realized she was just as clingy a sleeper as she'd always been. I stroked a finger down her chin and she smacked her lips before she pursed them. I smiled.
How can she be so cute?
I really hadn't expected any of it, but now that she was in my arms, I liked having her there. We always used to share a spot when we slept. Usually, because Joanne had nightmares, but she must have grown out of it.
As soon as I thought that she whimpered. I watched her purse her lips more before she frowned and dug her nails into my chest.
Nope, she definitely still has them.
I rubbed her back softly and planted a kiss on her head. She groaned, batted her lashes and slowly opened her eyes before they darted around in confusion. Once she realized where she was, she softly smiled up at me.
"Hey," she whispered.
"Morning," I smiled. "You were having a bad dream."
She sighed. "Yeah, I still get those sometimes. I'm okay," she said as she kissed my chest.