[ She's not quite sure if she appreciates his new-found patience, because all these little ghosting touches and teasing strokes of his tongue are starting to drive her crazy. In spite of herself, she wriggles a little.
Dammit, she's supposed to be the patient, restrained one. ]
[ She might feel him smile a little against her skin when he feels her movement, and his tongue skims a little further beneath the fabric -- still tracing the lines of her markings. There's a little more pressure to his touch, now, and he hooks his fingers beneath the band of her top, tugging it a bit as though asking for permission to remove it. ]
[ It occurs to her that he's actually never seen her naked, but the thought it's scary or intimidating, and she finds that a little surprising in itself. But then she thinks about the way he treats her, those doofy little smiles he gets on his face when he looks at her sometimes, and she realizes that he thinks she's beautiful, with her clothes or without them.
She nods, though she quickly realizes that he might not be paying attention. ]
Go ahead. [ Her voice is a little breathless- well, he did say he was going to pay her back for earlier, didn't he? ]
[ Honestly, if he had managed something eloquent and meaningful in that moment, she would have to ask who he was and what he'd done with Peter. But as it is, that was all Peter, and she feels her face go warm at the compliment (never mind that she's already a little flushed thanks to the ministrations of his tongue).
And oh, that sends whole new sensations shooting down her spine. Her eyes fall closed again, and she hums appreciatively. He's free to keep following the contours of her tattoos, as they loop delicately around one nipple and follow the curve of the underside of her breast, but she thinks he could do just about anything with that tongue of his and she'd be happy. ]
[ He is, of course, paying special attention to the way her tattoos curl and loop and circle around her torso -- memorizing it, in fact. Peter has always found her tattoos fascinating and beautiful (and, yes, one of his first thoughts upon meeting her and understanding the importance of her markings was, "I wanna see what those look like under her shirt." So dreams really do come true).
His free hand cups her other breast gently, massaging her, while his tongue works at her left side, circling the markings where it loops around her areola. Then he briefly abandons the whole tracing thing to press his tongue hard and flat against the bud of her nipple before easing off to follow the lines again below her breast, down to her ribcage.
He shifts his weight so that he's kneeling to one side of her. His other hand follows on the opposite side, his fingers tracing lines of his own design against her waist, then wandering along her stomach, lower and lower, stopping just above her mound. He pauses to look up at her. ]
[ There's a moment where her brain totally shorts out, thanks to the gentle squeeze of his hand. The press of his tongue on her nipple sends electricity shooting through her veins, and the warm, wonderful sensation rolls through her again, pooling down between her legs. She lets out a little gasp, arching into him slightly. This is unlike anything she's ever experienced before, and god damn, is this really what she's been missing out on?
Then he's gone, moving lower, and she won't deny the little thrill of anticipation she feels, even when she pauses. ]
If I didn't know better, I'd say you were trying to drive me crazy. [ she still sounds breathless, perhaps even moreso than before, but she's smirking ] I think I kind of like it.
[ He's smirking too -- the sort of smirk that communicates smugness and cockiness and a lot of other -nesses that are a little infuriating, but Peter likes to think it looks charming on him. ]
Now that is definitely a good sign.
[ He presses his lips between her breasts, kissing farther and farther down until he reaches her bellybutton, where he pauses briefly to swirl and dip his tongue. His hand, in the meanwhile, is tentatively drawing a line in what is definitively a southerly direction, pausing at the waistband of her suit.
The funny thing is, for all his bluster, Peter knows he's kind of a fuck-up, and the last thing he wants to do is mess up their relationship by going at the wrong speed (though his usual speed is a few drinks, a bed, and goodbyes in the morning, so what does he know?). He hesitates again and looks back at her; and despite the flush of his own skin and his quick and ragged breathing, his expression is earnest and a little worried. ]
[ She'd had the thought earlier that he could probably do anything with his tongue and she'd enjoy it, and she's quickly finding that to be true. That low, contented laugh bubbles its way out of her as he explores her navel.
His hesitation, however, makes her prop herself up, reaching her free hand out to brush his cheek. ]
[ She gives him a little smile and- feeling that he still needs a little reassurance- leans in. Her voice dips back into that low, almost purring, tone. ] I want you, Peter.
[ She presses a kiss to his lips before leaning back, allowing him to remove the rest of her swimsuit. ]
[ Damn, but her voice sends something warm twisting through his system, and his heart is suddenly trying to pound through his chest.
He tosses her suit aside once its off and returns his attentions to her tattoos, by which we mean, of course, his tongue is tracing the blue lines along her rib cage, down her side. The hand not supporting his weight massages her inner thigh, and he works his way up and up until his fingers brush lightly against her folds -- experimentally at first, then with a little more pressure until one finger gently slides in. ]
Let me know if I hurt you. [ And his voice is quiet, husky, mumbled against her skin, but he interrupts himself by pressing another kiss to her stomach. ]
[ His tongue has had her nice and distracted up until this point, but now she's focused on that hand on her thigh. Something between anticipation and impatience is building in her- she wants, needs him to touch her.
When he finally does, oh god, she just melts. ]
Ohhhh.
[ It comes out soft and breathy, as much out of surprise as pleasure. She gives a little roll of her hips, almost on instinct, pressing into his touch.
The sensation of his finger slowly entering her is, well... new, but not altogether unpleasant. As she adjusts, a pleasant warmth begins creeping up her body. Her face is flushed, her breathing a little ragged, and she glances down at him with half-lidded eyes. ]
[ He hums appreciatively against her stomach at her reaction -- god damn, she looks really hot right now. His own need is tempting him to move faster, making him grow a little impatient, but he forces himself focus on Maya and making this as painless and pleasurable as possible.
His finger slowly, gently enters her further, stretches her until he can press a second finger in. His thumb brushes lightly against her clit while his teeth scrape against her skin. ]
[ Later, when she's thinking clearly again, she'll thank him for taking so much care with her.
But right now she's not thinking clearly at all. Everything he does feels so good. She outright groans, shuddering as he brushes her clit and sends a jolt of sudden pleasure through her. ]
Nngh-- Peter- [ She wants him so badly she can't even see straight. ]
[ Something about-- all of that coaxes a groan out of him, and his body is aching for her, but he still takes a moment to just enjoy the way she looks right now: twisting and clenching on his fingers, skin flushed, and he thinks, gorgeous.
He withdraws his fingers and shucks off his swim trunks then moves over her, settling in between her legs. He presses the tip of his cock against her folds, and despite every nerve in his body screaming at him to hurry, please, please, please, he enters her slowly, carefully, and settles above her. He captures her lips with his, and the kiss is greedy and deep. ]
[ She very nearly whines when he withdraws his fingers and pulls away, but then her eyes flutter open when she feels him shift on the bed and she realizes what he's doing.
To say she didn't take a moment to look at him would be a lie. She only has the chance for a brief once over before he moves again, but it's appreciative and affectionate all the same. She still has to wonder how she ended up with this wonderful, sexy man who treats her with so much care.
Her head falls back again, and she moans, breathless, as he enters her. The sensation is still new, but she's hungry for it. She wants to feel him, every inch of him.
She kisses him back, matching greed for greed, heat for heat, want for want. ]
[ He's careful as he pushes in, but he exhales sharply as he does so, and a quiet groan escapes him even as he kisses her. Fuck, he's been wanting this for a long time, and he wants to make it last, but fuck fuck fuck, she feels amazing. He pumps himself slowly, in and out, breaking the kiss in favor of kissing her neck, licking, biting, anything to keep him from speeding up too fast, too quickly before she's ready for it. ]
[ She falls in rhythm with him for a little while, reveling in the feeling of each thrust. Then she feels his teeth dig into her skin suddenly and god she about loses her mind right then and there.
More she thinks dizzily. More more more oh god.That's all she wants, all she needs. She hooks a leg around his waist and tugs him to her suddenly. Something predatory seeps its way into her expression. ] I'm not exactly fragile, Peter.
[ He huffs a laugh and pulls out before pressing in slowly, and it's definitely much slower than before. He smirks down at her, half-lidded and every bit as roguish. ]
[ As much as she wants it to be scathing, she just can't. In fact, the tone of her voice would suggest that she fucking loves it. She hooks her arms up under his and drags her nails down his back- not hard enough to scratch, but that could change at a moment's notice. ]
[ For a second it seems as though that smirk will never leave his face, until she reaches behind him and-- oh. The way his hips buck at the feel of her fingers is totally involuntary, and so is the way he half-sighs, half-hisses her name as she drags her nails down his back. It’s not too painful, just enough to be pleasurable, and he has the fleeting thought, oh shit, is she secretly into S&M--?
But the thought dismisses itself when he finally takes the hint and thrusts into her again, harder and quicker this time, finding a better rhythm. He dips his head down to mouth her breast, teasing and licking and biting the bud of her nipple, as he slowly picks up speed. ]
[ There are things she wants to do in that moment. She wants to lean up and tell him to say her name again, needy and breathless. She wants to run her nails over his back again, to dig in just a little harder, to savor that wonderful reaction.
But then he's pounding into her, harder and faster, and oh god the things he's doing with his mouth, and everything she wants to do goes right out the window. Her fingers do dig into his back, but only out of a sheer need to hold on. She tosses her head back and lets out a string of yes yes Peter yes, growing louder as he speeds up.
She feels like she's on the edge of something, teetering somewhere precarious and caught between wanting to tumble over the edge and never wanting this to stop, ever. ]
[ There's seriously something delicious about the way she's chanting his name (like, he would totally want it as a ringtone if he didn't think she'd set him on fire for it), and he's so close to the brink, feels himself building up to it. His movements are becoming a little desperate as he toes that edge, with none of the easy, gentle finesse of before.
He tucks one of his hands behind her head, tangling his fingers into her hair. He moves up to kiss along her neck and taste the salt on her skin by sliding his tongue across her tattoos, hot and wet and needy, and god he's really fucking close, but he wants to make her come first with his name on her lips (and maybe that would make a better ringtone?) and only then will he let himself go.
He bites down where her neck meets her shoulder, hard, not enough to break the skin, but if he were in the right mindset and not fucking the hottest woman he's bedded ever, he'd probably worry about leaving a mark. He can't seem to care right now, though, and anyway it's kind of a rite of passage, right? (Except Peter's first hickey was more like a rope burn on his neck when he was fifteen from a busty alien waitress with a tongue too rough for his delicate, Terran skin -- but still.) ]
[ It's the bite that finally pushes her over the edge- she's learning, even in her limited experience, that a little roughness goes a long way with her. His teeth clamp down on her and she sees fucking stars. She arches back, his name getting lost in a cry of pure ecstasy.
Her orgasm pours over like a torrent and- honest to god- she glows. Her tattoos go bright, the light ripping across her skin as pleasure sings through her veins and her heart pounds in her chest. ]
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Dammit, she's supposed to be the patient, restrained one. ]
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She nods, though she quickly realizes that he might not be paying attention. ]
Go ahead. [ Her voice is a little breathless- well, he did say he was going to pay her back for earlier, didn't he? ]
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Away with ye, arousing yet hindering bikini!
-- and for a moment he just looks at her and appreciates how beautiful she is. ]
You have no idea how goddamn sexy you look right now. [ He has such a way with words.
It's a good thing he's good with his tongue in other ways, which he's proving by ducking back down to run his tongue along the swell of her breast. ]
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And oh, that sends whole new sensations shooting down her spine. Her eyes fall closed again, and she hums appreciatively. He's free to keep following the contours of her tattoos, as they loop delicately around one nipple and follow the curve of the underside of her breast, but she thinks he could do just about anything with that tongue of his and she'd be happy. ]
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His free hand cups her other breast gently, massaging her, while his tongue works at her left side, circling the markings where it loops around her areola. Then he briefly abandons the whole tracing thing to press his tongue hard and flat against the bud of her nipple before easing off to follow the lines again below her breast, down to her ribcage.
He shifts his weight so that he's kneeling to one side of her. His other hand follows on the opposite side, his fingers tracing lines of his own design against her waist, then wandering along her stomach, lower and lower, stopping just above her mound. He pauses to look up at her. ]
You alright?
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Then he's gone, moving lower, and she won't deny the little thrill of anticipation she feels, even when she pauses. ]
If I didn't know better, I'd say you were trying to drive me crazy. [ she still sounds breathless, perhaps even moreso than before, but she's smirking ] I think I kind of like it.
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Now that is definitely a good sign.
[ He presses his lips between her breasts, kissing farther and farther down until he reaches her bellybutton, where he pauses briefly to swirl and dip his tongue. His hand, in the meanwhile, is tentatively drawing a line in what is definitively a southerly direction, pausing at the waistband of her suit.
The funny thing is, for all his bluster, Peter knows he's kind of a fuck-up, and the last thing he wants to do is mess up their relationship by going at the wrong speed (though his usual speed is a few drinks, a bed, and goodbyes in the morning, so what does he know?). He hesitates again and looks back at her; and despite the flush of his own skin and his quick and ragged breathing, his expression is earnest and a little worried. ]
You're sure you're ready?
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His hesitation, however, makes her prop herself up, reaching her free hand out to brush his cheek. ]
I'm sure. Are you?
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[ He leans into her touch, and a beat passes, then-- ]
... I promise that sounded way better in my head.
[ Peter kisses the palm of her hand, then tucks his fingers into the waistband of her suit, tugging gently. Please let him strip you, Maya. ]
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[ She presses a kiss to his lips before leaning back, allowing him to remove the rest of her swimsuit. ]
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He tosses her suit aside once its off and returns his attentions to her tattoos, by which we mean, of course, his tongue is tracing the blue lines along her rib cage, down her side. The hand not supporting his weight massages her inner thigh, and he works his way up and up until his fingers brush lightly against her folds -- experimentally at first, then with a little more pressure until one finger gently slides in. ]
Let me know if I hurt you. [ And his voice is quiet, husky, mumbled against her skin, but he interrupts himself by pressing another kiss to her stomach. ]
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When he finally does, oh god, she just melts. ]
Ohhhh.
[ It comes out soft and breathy, as much out of surprise as pleasure. She gives a little roll of her hips, almost on instinct, pressing into his touch.
The sensation of his finger slowly entering her is, well... new, but not altogether unpleasant. As she adjusts, a pleasant warmth begins creeping up her body. Her face is flushed, her breathing a little ragged, and she glances down at him with half-lidded eyes. ]
Mm. I'm good.
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His finger slowly, gently enters her further, stretches her until he can press a second finger in. His thumb brushes lightly against her clit while his teeth scrape against her skin. ]
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But right now she's not thinking clearly at all. Everything he does feels so good. She outright groans, shuddering as he brushes her clit and sends a jolt of sudden pleasure through her. ]
Nngh-- Peter- [ She wants him so badly she can't even see straight. ]
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He withdraws his fingers and shucks off his swim trunks then moves over her, settling in between her legs. He presses the tip of his cock against her folds, and despite every nerve in his body screaming at him to hurry, please, please, please, he enters her slowly, carefully, and settles above her. He captures her lips with his, and the kiss is greedy and deep. ]
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To say she didn't take a moment to look at him would be a lie. She only has the chance for a brief once over before he moves again, but it's appreciative and affectionate all the same. She still has to wonder how she ended up with this wonderful, sexy man who treats her with so much care.
Her head falls back again, and she moans, breathless, as he enters her. The sensation is still new, but she's hungry for it. She wants to feel him, every inch of him.
She kisses him back, matching greed for greed, heat for heat, want for want. ]
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More she thinks dizzily. More more more oh god.That's all she wants, all she needs. She hooks a leg around his waist and tugs him to her suddenly. Something predatory seeps its way into her expression. ] I'm not exactly fragile, Peter.
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In that much of a hurry, huh?
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[ As much as she wants it to be scathing, she just can't. In fact, the tone of her voice would suggest that she fucking loves it. She hooks her arms up under his and drags her nails down his back- not hard enough to scratch, but that could change at a moment's notice. ]
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But the thought dismisses itself when he finally takes the hint and thrusts into her again, harder and quicker this time, finding a better rhythm. He dips his head down to mouth her breast, teasing and licking and biting the bud of her nipple, as he slowly picks up speed. ]
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But then he's pounding into her, harder and faster, and oh god the things he's doing with his mouth, and everything she wants to do goes right out the window. Her fingers do dig into his back, but only out of a sheer need to hold on. She tosses her head back and lets out a string of yes yes Peter yes, growing louder as he speeds up.
She feels like she's on the edge of something, teetering somewhere precarious and caught between wanting to tumble over the edge and never wanting this to stop, ever. ]
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He tucks one of his hands behind her head, tangling his fingers into her hair. He moves up to kiss along her neck and taste the salt on her skin by sliding his tongue across her tattoos, hot and wet and needy, and god he's really fucking close, but he wants to make her come first with his name on her lips (and maybe that would make a better ringtone?) and only then will he let himself go.
He bites down where her neck meets her shoulder, hard, not enough to break the skin, but if he were in the right mindset and not fucking the hottest woman he's bedded ever, he'd probably worry about leaving a mark. He can't seem to care right now, though, and anyway it's kind of a rite of passage, right? (Except Peter's first hickey was more like a rope burn on his neck when he was fifteen from a busty alien waitress with a tongue too rough for his delicate, Terran skin -- but still.) ]
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Her orgasm pours over like a torrent and- honest to god- she glows. Her tattoos go bright, the light ripping across her skin as pleasure sings through her veins and her heart pounds in her chest. ]
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