[ It probably has something to do with the endorphins still bouncing around in her system, but she just rolls her eyes at Peter instead of actually admonishing him.
... Or she's distracted enough by the quality of his voice, that breathy edge of need, to care too much about how smug he may or may not be.
She licks her lips, finally turning in his arms to let the water sluice over her back and shoulders. Rather than keep any measure of distance between them, she presses herself flush against Peter's chest, her breasts against skin, his cock sliding tantalizingly over her stomach. ]
And how should I return the favor?
[ It helps that she knows there's no obligation, she knows she doesn't have to, but damn, she wants to.
Her fingers drift up his throat, thumb tracing the hinge of his jaw to his ear as she watches him with her own measure of darkness. Amazing as that may have felt, it didn't necessarily quench her own libido. ]
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... Or she's distracted enough by the quality of his voice, that breathy edge of need, to care too much about how smug he may or may not be.
She licks her lips, finally turning in his arms to let the water sluice over her back and shoulders. Rather than keep any measure of distance between them, she presses herself flush against Peter's chest, her breasts against skin, his cock sliding tantalizingly over her stomach. ]
And how should I return the favor?
[ It helps that she knows there's no obligation, she knows she doesn't have to, but damn, she wants to.
Her fingers drift up his throat, thumb tracing the hinge of his jaw to his ear as she watches him with her own measure of darkness. Amazing as that may have felt, it didn't necessarily quench her own libido. ]
What do you want?