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People have been asking and ASKING about the second part to what was supposed to be a one shot. I know doesn't necessarily do real person fics, but you guys were so adamant about it that I couldn't just ignore you anymore. This has been done for a while and is actually in a Petska One Shots collection book on my Wattpad (my wattpad name is alicialightsxo), but for those who don't have Wattpad, here ya go.

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Risky Behaviors [Part 2]

"Babe, you hear that?"

Mariska gave her husband a rather confused look as the pair entered the quiet hotel suite on the top floor of the posh London hotel. They'd pretty much made out during the entire taxi ride back from Wimbledon, and it was clear that the sexual tension isn't eased in the slightest as they'd made out in the elevator as well.

And now they were back in their hotel room and were met with silence.

"I don't hear anything." She replied.

"Exactly," Peter slipped his strong arms around her waist, sliding his hands down to cup the smooth, round cheeks as he pulled her as close to him as possible; "It's just us."

"I did text Laurie before you pushed me against the elevator wall, and she did say that she and the kids wouldn't be back for a few hours," She placed her phone and bag on the counter, "Which means it's just us…" she stood on her toes, moving her lips to his ear; "And I'm still wet." She licked the shell of his ear, before letting out a squeal of surprise when he suddenly hoist her up into his arms, allowing her to clamp her legs around his waist.

He placed a kiss onto her lips as he carried her through to the master bedroom of the suite, before he then kicked the door shut behind them. He gently lay her down in the middle of their bed, falling onto her straight away and pressing his lips against hers. She giggled softly as her tongue danced with his, pushing the suit jacket off his shoulders while his hands slid up to unzip her dress. He pulled away enough to pull the garment off her body, leaving her in a grey colored strapless lace bra, and nothing else considering she'd not worn any panties that day.

She smirked at the expression on Peter's face; his pupils were dilated, and his eyes were full of lust. She took advantage of his distracted state to push him onto his back, straddling his waist as she grabbed hold of his shirt. She practically tore it open, allowing buttons to fly in every direction before she pulled it off of him and threw it to the floor. He slid his hands up her back to unclasp her bra, which he then threw to the floor among with their other clothes, before leaning up to kiss her lips. He shuddered at the feeling of her nails scratching down his bare chest and over his abs; this woman was setting every nerve in his body on fire, and he was obviously doing the same to her. Mariska pulled away and moved her lips to her husband's neck, gently nipping at his skin while her hands undid his belt. She trailed kisses up his jaw and back to his lips, only to let out a shriek of surprise when Peter suddenly grabbed her hips and flipped her onto her back. He moved her hands to rest over her head, giving her a quick kiss before giving her a smirk.

"Shame you don't have your cuffs," He nipped at the skin of her neck, "Just be still; keep your arms up there." He gave her a wink that made her feel like jelly. Before she could say anything else, she was forced to gasp and tilt her head back when his lips began planting soft kisses over the curves of her breasts. Peter had the means to set every nerve in her body on fire, and she loved being with him in this intimate way. It seemed that over the years, despite growing older and having children, their sex life had never suffered and no matter what, the slightest touches were enough to get them both going.

"Oh my…God." She breathed out when she felt one of his lips wrap around her left nipple, while his other hand flew to her right breast; his fingers running over the hardening bud while his tongue continued its assault on the other. She refrained from moving her hands to rest on his head as she loved being at his mercy like this, and so kept her hands over her head as her nails dug into the soft material of the white pillow that her head was resting on. She glanced down as he moved to swirl his tongue around her other nipple, and she felt the wetness pooling between her legs as she was so incredibly turned on by the sight of her husband worshipping her body in this way.

Mariska let out yet another soft moan when Peter began to slowly kiss down the soft skin of her stomach, his strong hands sliding down to hold onto her soft thighs in a strong, possessive, yet loving manner. He glanced up and gave her a quick wink before kissing downwards again, his tongue licking at the soft flesh of her inner thighs as he grew closer to where she needed him to be. She was biting her lip and panting in anticipation, glancing down at him as he continued sucking the skin of her thigh.

"Do that thing you said you'd do, Mister." She winked at him. Peter let out a chuckle, placing another kiss on the hickey he'd just left on her thigh, before pushing her thighs further apart. He glanced up as he swiped his tongue across her, and he felt himself harden even more at the sight of her thrown back and her eyes close with the most pleasure stricken look on her face.

Mariska let out yet another soft moan when his lips suddenly wrapped around her clit. She gripped the material of the pillow as her back arched as he continued sucking softly on her clit while his fingers teased her entrance. He dipped a finger in while flicking his tongue over her clit a few times, before then moving downwards and swiping his tongue between her folds, curling it ever so slightly while his thumb moved to swipe over her clit. She bit her lip to stop herself from moaning yet again, but with Peter's continued assault with his tongue on her most intimate, pleasurable areas, it was becoming increasingly difficult to remain quiet. She was truly glad that they were the only two in the hotel suite, because it was only a matter of time.

She let out a shriek of pleasure when two thick fingers were plunged inside her wetness, moving in and out at a rapid pace while his tongue flicked over her clit again. She gripped the pillow while squeezing her eyes shut; her back was arching and with the way Peter was moving his fingers at this rapid pace, it wouldn't be long before she reached her peak. She was still grabbing the pillow and biting her lip while her walls clenched around his fingers as he continued to move them faster. Her heart rate was increasing and she felt that familiar feeling in her lower abdomen; the one where she knew that something mind blowing was about to happen. All she needed as a little more.

"Come on Rish; baby…just let go."

She let out a squeal of pleasure as her back arched and a mind-blowing orgasm took over her body. Her eyes fluttered shut and the breath seemed to leave her body while pleasure raced throughout her body like electric pulses and a river of wetness coated her husband's fingers and lips. She flopped back onto the bed and whimpered as he removed his fingers from her, before he then moved back up her body and kissed her lips. She moved her arms to wrap around his neck, her nails digging into the flesh of his back while their tongues danced around together. Without warning, she suddenly used her strength to roll them both over, leaving him on his back and her on top as she straddled him. She pulled away, smirking as she ran her finger over his swollen lips.

"New plan," she leaned down, her lips nipping his earlobe, "I'm in control for now."

Peter smirked, running his hands over her thighs and up her body to cup her breasts; "Deal."

Mariska smirked, scratching her nails down his chest and abdomen until she reached his pants. She pushed them and his boxers off his body and moved enough so that he could kick them to the floor. She took hold of his erect member in her hand, stroking her hand up and down a few times as she lifted herself off his lap and maneuvered around a bit. His fingers gripped her hips as she sank down onto him, sucking in a breath through her teeth while tilting her head back in pleasure. He was gripping her waist, groaning slightly as it felt so good to be inside of her again.

"You gotta move, baby," he stroked his fingers over her soft skin, "You ready?"

Mariska nodded, a smile on her lips. She loved how Peter would never start anything until she was adjusted; that always made her feel so incredibly safe and loved because he cared about her so much. He sat up and kissed her lips, running his strong hands up and down her back a couple times before pulling away and laying down again, moving his hands to rest on her hips. She began moving her hips against him, placing her hands on his chest for support as she let out yet another moan. He thrust upwards to meet her movements, groaning along with her as she was so wet and warm.

A short while later, he sat up a bit and she moved her arms to wrap around his neck while they continued moving together. He moved his hand up to tug her hair a bit. She moaned a little louder and began moving her hips faster. He was bouncing against a particularly pleasurable spot deep inside, and the pleasure from that combined with the feeling of his lips kissing across her chest and his tongue flicking her nipple again as almost too much to handle. She pressed her lips against his for a firm kiss to stop herself from moaning too loud as the pleasure was building and she was once again growing closer to another mind blowing orgasm that only her husband could give her.

They began moving faster together. Peter moved to lay back against the pillows yet again, his head tilted back against the pillow while he gripped the sweaty flash of her sides to the point that he was sure would leave a bruise. He moved one hand around her front and downwards between her legs, the rough pad of his thumb then swiping across her clit which led to her eyes shooting open as she moved faster. She moaned his name and cursed; he could see the wetness that was starting to slide down her thighs and his hardened member. Her breasts bounced with her movements which only spurred Peter on even more as he began thrusting upwards. He could feel her tightening around him and he was swelling inside of her as they were both growing closer to that earth shattering, orgasmic paradise that only they could take each other to.

"Fuck," she leaned forward, holding onto his shoulders, "I'm…fuck."

"Me too baby, me too." He pulled her closer and kissed her lips, his hand splayed on her back as he pulled her close. They continued to move together, their moans and groans growing increasingly louder. Peter reached a hand between them and began rapidly swiping his thumb over her clit yet again and his lips moved to her ear;

"Cum for me."

Mariska let out a pleasure filled scream of 'Peter' mixed with a couple curse words as she tumbled into an orgasmic paradise. Her muscles contracted around him over and over as wetness slid down her thighs and over him, all of which set off his own orgasm at the same time and left him releasing inside of her warmth. She gripped onto the sweaty flesh of his shoulders while moaning and resting her head against his while his hands were gripping onto her body in that possessive manner. She collapsed on top of him, her arms remaining around him while his hands rubbed up and down her back. They were both breathing heavily while the aftershocks of their orgasm continued radiating throughout their bodies, making it impossible for them to move right now as they were still in paradise.

The couple remained together for a few more minutes, before Peter then rolled them over onto their sides, slipping out of her as he did so. She hissed at the loss of contact, then shuffled closer and draped her leg between his again. She rest her head on his shoulder while he pulled the covers up over them with one hand while the other stroked her bare back. She smiled and placed a gentle kiss onto the heated skin of his neck. She was satisfied and happy, and now being in the strong arms of her husband was where she needed to be.

"Maybe we should go to tennis more often if it's gonna end up with us going at it like this." Mariska spoke after a few moments of silence as she lazily drew patterns on his chest with her finger. Peter let out a chuckle, his lips brushing against her forehead as his fingertips continued to stroke up and down her spine.

"We've has fun," He pressed a light kiss to the tip of her nose; "And I think we still have a while before the kids will be back, so…" He wagged his eyebrows as he rolled her onto her back, making his way on top of her. She laughed and pressed her hand against his chest, pushing him back before sitting up as she held the sheets over herself. She leaned closer, pressing her lips against his before whispering; "I need to shower."

She dropped the sheets and dragged herself out of bed, swaying her hips as she made her way to the en suite. She could feel his eyes watching her every move and a smirk formed on her lips. She glanced over her shoulder, licking her lips before speaking;

"Aren't you gonna join me, baby?"

Peter practically jumped out of bed and wrapped his arms around her, pushing her into the bathroom while kissing her deeply. She pulled away and reached behind him to shut the door, before then turning to switch the shower on. The pair then stepped under the warm spray of after, their lips meeting once again as every nerve in their body was set on fire…again.

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