Hey guys, I know I haven't been leaving any type of author's note on the last chapters, but don't think I don't want to connect with you guys :) I hope my readers leave reviews, I extreamly love your guy's feedback. It's motivation for me, and it's awesome. BUT! Can we just talk about how bold LJ is being in that last chapter? Normal LJ wouldn't be that outgoing, but for my twisted fantasy, I wanted to make this chapter a little more intimate and romantic. Without further a-do, beware of the Nudity in this chapter. Enjoy :)
*WARNING: NUDITY/ EXPLICITY*
Peter was already taking off his shirt as we entered the bathroom. I followed his lead in taking off my striped blouse, letting it fall to the floor. As Peter continued undressing to his boxers, I was still struggling to unclasp my bra. Like I haven't done this so many times before. He notices, and looks at me for permission to help. I nod, push my long hair to the side, and turn around. I get goosebumps as his cold hands brush against my back. My bra drops to the floor, leaving my chest bare. I'm scared to turn around, suddenly feeling insecure about my body.
"I hope you know I'm not forcing you to do anything you don't want too?" He says passionately.
"I know...But I want to do this." I respond sincerely. I turn around, and begin blushing.
"You know your beautiful, right?" Peter says with admiration. I smile.
We finish undressing the bottom half of our clothes in union, and step into the shower. I set the water to hot, noticing that Peter likes it at that temperature too. We start bathing, he soaps my back and I do the same. I soap his chest, messaging his biceps. His eyes are closed, and he lets out soft moans as I continue. I let my hand wonder down further, reaching his shaft. I hear his breathing stop, and I sneak a smile. I start teasing him, and then begin stroking.
"Co-vey.. Do-n't sto-op.." he says while moaning.
I stroke faster and faster, until he reaches his climate. He gasps for air. I laugh aloud, honestly because I can't believe I just pleasured Peter. We finish rinsing off and step out of the shower. I grab a towel and wrap myself in it, noticing Peter putting one around his waist. As I finish drying my hair, he grabs my waist, and turns me around.
"What're you doin Kavinsky?" I ask innocently.
"I'm going to return the favor." He says while smirking. He quickly picks me up, bridal style, and leads me to the bed.