Chapter Twelve

When the newlyweds arrived back at the hollow tree, Wendy took a moment to look around. All of her belongings had been set up and organized.

"What do you think?" Peter asked.

"It looks great."

"This is it. Home sweet home."

"Peter, this had been one of the most amazing days of my life."

"Well, you know. This day isn't over yet."

Wendy giggled. "Oh, yes. It's just the beginning."

Peter put his arms around Wendy's waist and pulled her closer. "Welcome home, Mrs. Pan."

Then he kissed her. Wendy wound her fingers into his hair as the kiss went on. Peter could feel himself become hard, but he knew what was happening to his body and he knew that it was a very good thing.

"I have wanted this for so long," Peter whispered.

"I'm all yours," Wendy replied.

Peter's hand crept up her back and quickly undid the buttons on her dress. She pulled her arms out of the sleeves and let the silky fabric fall to the floor. She now stood in front of him in nothing but a camisole and panties. After taking a moment to look her over, Peter began to feel overdressed. He untucked his shirt from his pants. His hands went for the buttons, but Wendy stopped him.

"That's my job," she said.

She undid the buttons and removed his shirt. Wendy looked him over and decided that Neverland had been kind to Peter's body. His chest, arms and stomach all showed a bit of muscle definition. She trailed her fingers down his stomach and she could feel his body twitch as she undid his pants. She pushed them down and finally saw what she was doing to him. The fabric of his underpants was strained against his erection.

She stepped closer, her body pressed against his. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, more passionately than she ever had before. Then she whispered in his ear one simple request.

"Make love to me, Peter."

Peter let out a longing sigh. He put his arms around her waist and lifted her off the ground. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist and he carried her over to the bed. He lay her down gently, crawling on top of her. They continued to kiss as their hands explored each other's bodies. Before too long, their undergarments joined the rest of the discarded clothes.

Peter broke away from the kiss to catch his breath, and he took a moment to gaze upon her body. She was beautiful, with womanly curves in all the right places and firm, perky breasts. Wendy looked down to see the tip of his hard cock poised at her opening. Then she looked back up, right into his eyes.

"You're hesitating," she said.

"I'm sorry I'm going to hurt you," he said.

Wendy brushed her fingertips along his cheek. "It's alright. It'll only hurt this once."

Peter nodded. He entered her slowly and stopped when he saw her face tighten. She let out a small whimper of pain.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

Wendy nodded. "Don't stop."

Peter continued, keeping a slow pace. Wendy's face still showed the pain that came with every thrust. The only thing Peter could think of to make it better was a kiss. So his lips kissed hers, then across her cheek and down her neck. Kisses made everything better. After a minute or two, the pain started to weaken and the tension in Wendy's face slowly relaxed.

"Better?" Peter asked.

"Much," Wendy replied.

She now felt like a participant in this activity. As Peter thrust into her, her hips came up to meet his. Waves of pleasure started below and washed up their bodies. Peter dared to go faster, which got a good response from Wendy. She moaned and dug her fingers into his back.

Peter slipped his arms around her and pulled her closer. The feel of her bare skin against his was thrilling. Wendy let his name escape her lips. That was enough to push him over the edge. With a few final, short and hard thrusts, he released himself inside her.

He rolled himself beside her on the bed. Wendy laid her head on his chest and listened to his heart beating rapidly. When it returned to its normal rhythm, she looked up at him.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked.

Peter shrugged. "I thought it would last longer than that."

"Well, that might take some practice."

He looked at her and grinned. "There is plenty of time for that."

She grinned back at him. "Until the end of forever."

Peter kissed her forehead. "Would you like me to get you a nightgown?"

Wendy shook her head. "I'm fine just like this."

"Alright, then." Peter grabbed a blanket from the overhead shelf and covered Wendy and himself. Then they held each other as they fell asleep.