[ Every part of this seems to heighten the experience – the quality of Peter’s voice, the press of his chest to her shoulders, cock rocking along the dip in her tailbone, his fingers plunging into her over and over and over. Just the right spot, just the right pressure, just the right everything.
It’s harder for her to control the sounds slipping out on each breath, but the difference is that she isn’t trying to contain herself or muffle what’s tumbling past her lips – because part of her wants Peter to know what he’s done to her. This isn’t the time or place to be removed, and as much as she never wants to give herself away—
She doesn’t mind if Peter is the one to see it.
She’s so close, too, only driven higher by Peter’s words vibrating against her skin, ringing in her ears, and something tight and hot just coils in her belly, lightning rocketing up her spine in licks of sparks. So close, so close, so close—
And she comes with his name flying unbidden from her lips in a cry as she arches sharply against him one last time, water hitting her breasts and her stomach and her neck, and she doesn’t even notice, doesn’t care, as pleasure and heat ripple through her. She should probably be more mindful of how she’s pulling at his hair, how her nails drag up his hip, leaving more than plentiful marks in their wake. The sensations keep going, and she keeps bucking into him a few seconds longer, until finally she’s limp and boneless in his arms.
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It’s harder for her to control the sounds slipping out on each breath, but the difference is that she isn’t trying to contain herself or muffle what’s tumbling past her lips – because part of her wants Peter to know what he’s done to her. This isn’t the time or place to be removed, and as much as she never wants to give herself away—
She doesn’t mind if Peter is the one to see it.
She’s so close, too, only driven higher by Peter’s words vibrating against her skin, ringing in her ears, and something tight and hot just coils in her belly, lightning rocketing up her spine in licks of sparks. So close, so close, so close—
And she comes with his name flying unbidden from her lips in a cry as she arches sharply against him one last time, water hitting her breasts and her stomach and her neck, and she doesn’t even notice, doesn’t care, as pleasure and heat ripple through her. She should probably be more mindful of how she’s pulling at his hair, how her nails drag up his hip, leaving more than plentiful marks in their wake. The sensations keep going, and she keeps bucking into him a few seconds longer, until finally she’s limp and boneless in his arms.
She’s going to need a second. ]