Disclaimer: I own nothing but the smut and the dream
A/N: When it's a rainy day and all you can do is think about sex…lol too bad I'm sick and can't get any of my own, but I digress.
Kissing her thigh slowly, Peter marveled in the beauty of his beholder. He loved looking at her as he basked in her beauty. His hands rubbed intricate circles along her outer thigh as he felt her stir. He loved this, he loved the surprising expression her face displayed was she was awake. Kissing her gently, Peter's hand slid up her silk gown as he entangled his fingers at the rim of her silk panties. Deciding to satisfy himself some more, Peter moved his hand up to her abdomen and caressed softly as he watched her movements become steadier. He continued his caressing, as his lips pressed softly to the top of her breasts then moving to the curvature of her neck. Just like he had planned, his lover shot up and gasped until her eyes were fixated on his.
"Morning beautiful," Peter purred in her ear.
She found his face, holding it sweetly as she placed her lips firmly on his. The vibrations from her moans sent chills down his spine and make him harden even more. He pulled away gently and instructed her to remove her gown as he watched her intently. Moving her back slowly, Peter reached for her silk panties, pulling them off in one swift motion flinging them behind him. God she was beautiful and he loved that she was his. Languidly, Peter crawled up her tanned body and kissed her while his fingers dance in her auburn locks. His body molded into hers as the skin to skin contact became unbearable.
"God you feel so good," he cooed in her ear.
He heard her gasp as his fingers played with her perky nipples before taking one in his mouth. He loved when her body reacted to his touch. She was a goddess and her body was his temple of pure pleasure. Dragging his lips from her nipple, he began slowly kissing her body as he moved lower and lower to her hot center. He could feel her jerk involuntarily as he moved his calloused hands between her warm, inviting thighs. He flicked his tongue in full excitement as he watched her writhe with delight at the sensations running through her. He continued to lick and plunge his tongue in great speed over her clit. He heard her moan and growl as he felt her hand grasp his short buzzed cut. He continued to torture her with his tongue as he smiled when she arched her back in anticipation. It was coming and he was ready to watch her explode.
"Oh God! Right there, yes!" She hollered from deep down. "Don't stop, God-oh"
The buzzing from his phone drew him from his slumber as he sat up like a statue. Fuck. This was the third time this week he had dreamed of fucking his partner senseless. He needed to get a grip quickly. Sprawling across the bed, Peter reached for his phone, "Peter Dunlap."
"We have a dead body, meet you at the Grand Oaks Park," Megan murmured as he realized sleep was still evident in her voice.
Hanging up, he knew this wasn't going to end well. He was fantasizing about the way he wanted her to scream his name and drag her nails shamelessly until she drew blood from him. It was downright sickening, but yet so damn intoxicating. He needed a quick release before he could face the woman who made him sweat and lose his train of thought. The idiosyncratic, proverbial, intelligent Dr. Megan Hunt was his weakness and he had long since accepted it.
Should I continue? *wink wink*Reviews are always welcomed!
