[ Holy shit, this is new. This is new and totally fucking awesome. Well, relatively new -- they had done the phonesex thing, sure, when describing this shit was a necessity. This is different, because she's here, right here, where he can touch and see her, and holy shit, that look in her eyes is making his pulse pound in his ears. Peter's breathing becomes a little irregular as she speaks, and, admittedly, she was way better at this than he was (probably because of all that reading she does on the side). He licks his lip, and as she describes each act, he's totally imagining it -- and god damn does he want to do all of that.
Like, twenty times. Right the fuck now.
... Shit. A month is way too fucking long, and he can feel himself getting hard. ]
Yes. [ And his voice is definitely getting husky, distant, like he's already losing track of what he's saying. He inhales sharply at the feel of her hips against his. ] Fuck. Yes, uh-huh. All of that sounds awesome.
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Like, twenty times. Right the fuck now.
... Shit. A month is way too fucking long, and he can feel himself getting hard. ]
Yes. [ And his voice is definitely getting husky, distant, like he's already losing track of what he's saying. He inhales sharply at the feel of her hips against his. ] Fuck. Yes, uh-huh. All of that sounds awesome.