AN: M for Mature.
"Never Is Forever,"
Introduction.
The cool breeze from the dark night rustled Peter's light brown hair slightly. He squinted as he stood on the balcony, his arms propped against the railing. London was always breathtaking at night, and he admired the night sky as the stars danced aimlessly in a sea of black.
A set of arms made there way around his waist from behind, and a body pressed against him nuzzling a face into his back. Peter smiled. Her hands mischievously ventured under his shirt and traced the muscles on his stomach as she pressed herself closer to him. Eager fingers made their way to his belt.
Peter grabbed both hands and turned around so he was facing his culprit. Wendy was grinning seductively up at him, her brown hair falling perfectly into her face and her eyes sparkling with intense interest. "Come to bed?" she asked. Wendy backed slowly into the room, her nightgown clinging to her body while her hips swayed. Peter bit his lip.
In seconds they were tangled in each other on a bed dressed with a thousand blankets and pillows, clothing being thrown in every direction. Peter impatiently attacked Wendy's slender body, kissing her everywhere and admiring her moans. He scrambled on top of her, parting her legs and easily thrusting inside her. Wendy's backed arched in pleasure. She gripped Peter's flexed shoulders and loudly expressed her desire for more. Peter gripped both hands on her waist, pulling her slightly up so he could have more of her. He roughly continued to thrust, tightening his grip on her body and watching Wendy, her eyes closed and sweat glistening down her forehead. He loved watching the way he pleasured Wendy, and with each thrust he felt himself coming to a peak. He sat up on his knees, admiring Wendy's body beneath him, and aggressively rubbed between her legs as he continued to thrust.
Wendy's hands met the back of the headboard. She screamed his name. Peter loved when she did that. He instinctively thrust harder, determined to make Wendy shake in delight. He succeeded. Wendy's back was arched, her eyes tightly glued shut and her hands gripping the back of the bed. She begged him not to stop.
Peter obeyed, and within seconds Wendy had gave one last cry of pleasure. She grabbed both of Peter's shoulders and brought him down to her. She then grinded her hips up against his, her eyes open now and starring deeply into his. Peter grinned; this was his favorite part for obvious reasons. He picked one leg up and tossed it over his shoulder. His thrusts came fast and hard. He rhythmically grinded into her, burying his face into her neck and, finally, moaned loudly in release.
Peter brought his face to Wendy's and kissed her lightly on the nose, then on her lips. She smiled up at him, and he rolled off to her side, wrapping arms around her body and accepting her closeness. Without words they dozed. Little did they know of the pair of eyes that were watching from the window on the balcony, and how that night would be Peter's last night in paradise.