Stay still," she said.

"Fine," Peter agreed with an exaggerated sigh.

"Good." Olivia wrapped the scarf around his eyes and tied it tightly behind his head. "Can you see?"

"No," he said. Olivia wasn't convinced, so she took her shirt off. If he could see, there would be no way he wouldn't react to that. "I can hear rustling," he said, moving forward on the kitchen chair a touch. "What are you doing?"

"Never mind," she said. Olivia opened the fridge, looking at all the food she'd got ready while Peter had been at work late, yelling at another useless lawyer. That always put him in a good mood. She licked a strawberry and then dipped it in sugar before turning back to Peter. "Open," she said quietly. He did and she popped the strawberry in his mouth, her fingers hovering for a moment.

"Mm," he murmured, licking his lips. "So what do I get for correctly guessing strawberry?" His face broke out into a smile.

"Tell you what, I'll remove an item of clothing for every one that you get right. Sound fair?"

He swallowed and she watched his throat muscles work, feeling a tightness in the pit of her stomach. She loved his mouth, sensual, full, expressive. It was most definitely one of her favourite parts of him. The things he could do with that mouth…"So what are you taking off now?"

"Oh my shirt's already gone," she said simply. "So that one doesn't count."

"Oh, that's cruel," he said, strain clear in his voice. "I want to see you."

"In time," she said. Looking at the tray of food she debated what to give him next. With twitching lips she cut a lime wedge and then put the fruit flooded his mouth. She laughed, watching his face. He took out the lime quickly and spluttered.

"That was nasty," he said hoarsely.

"Here," she replied, putting a glass of water to his lips. He drank it greedily then gasped.

"Lemon."

"No," she said with a grin. "Lime I'm afraid."

"Can I have something nicer this time?"

"I'll see what I can do," Olivia said contemplating the variety of food in front of her. She opened a jar of honey and dipped her index finger into it. She carelessly smeared it over his bottom lip. He grabbed her wrist, keeping her still as he licked the honey off of her finger. His tongue slipped across her flesh and she felt her breath catch as he efficiently licked her.

"Honey."

"Mm," she agreed. She leaned close to him and kissed him, getting rid of the remnants of the stickiness, her tongue going across his bottom lip. She straightened up and dropped one of her shoes off with a loud thump on to the kitchen floor. Next she got a mango slice and fed it to him, the sweet juices running over his chin. With tiny licks she felt his slight stubble rasping against her tongue and she could feel desire bubbling inside her. Clearly so could he, because his hands went around her body, pulling her close.

"Shall we forget this and go to the bedroom?" he said in a tiny growl.

"Oh no," she said, straddling him for a moment as his hands drifted down to her bum and squeezed hard. "Because when we're finished I have a wonderful image of you making love to me on the kitchen table. The hard wood grain under my naked back as you suck my breasts, your teeth gently…" He put his hand over her mouth to quiet her and she laughed.

"That was mango," he said. Her other shoe dropped to the floor before she removed herself from his lap reluctantly. But she wanted to make this last. She took a moment before deciding what to do next. She put a square of chocolate in her own mouth and then kissed him, pressing the treat into his mouth. Peter on the other hand seemed more interested in kissing her than eating. She giggled as the chocolate started to melt between them but she didn't pull away. He bit her lip gently before swallowing. "Chocolate. So that's your skirt then."

"You're eager."

"Mm," he agreed. His hand slipped to her waist, trying to find the zip before she pulled away. He heard the rustle of fabric as her skirt was removed and it took all of his self control not to remove the blindfold to look at her. He loved her legs, very much. Maybe it came from years of her hiding them under long skirts, but he adored them. Long, shapely, kissable and perfect. "Let me see you," he said, his hands going to the blindfold before he even thought about it.

"No," she said. "Play fair." Then with an evil grin on her face she put a small amount of clotted cream on her neck and straddled him again. His hands went to her thighs almost automatically. "Lick." He did, tentatively after the lime and found her warm skin.

"Oh," he murmured, tongue flicking over her neck. She pulled him close, loving his touch. The cream vanished quickly but he stayed there, lips and tongue assaulting her skin in the most wonderful way. "Cream. And a delicate taste of femininity." His hands went to her shoulders, sliding the bra straps down. "Which means this needs to go."

Olivia smiled and unfastened it, draping her bra over his shoulder.

"I have one more for you," she said, biting her lip. She went to the table and reached for a glass of whisky which she'd poured earlier so Peter wouldn't hear the bottle opening. Dipping her fingers into it, she let a few drops fall onto her breasts. Then a few more. The droplets slid down her skin slowly, leaving small tracks of whisky on her flesh. She took her knickers off and then sat on his lap again.

"I can smell it," he said, hands sliding to her naked hips. "And you are not wearing anything."

"No I'm not," she agreed. She tilted his head downwards and he licked gently against her.

"Oh Olivia," he moaned as the whisky coated his tongue. "God you taste incredible. Twelve year old whiskey?"

"Fifteen," she corrected.

"I can't think of a better use for whisky." He kept licking her and she gasped as he sucked her right nipple, just grazing his teeth along it. She shivered, head thrown back as her eyes fluttered closed. Before she knew it Harry had his hands fastening the blindfold over her own eyes. "Your turn," he growled.

She didn't argue, but even blindfolded she could sense his eyes wandering over her naked body. She felt the weight of his gaze on her breasts particularly, before he leaned in, licking a stray drop of whisky off of her skin. Her hands slid down his shirt slowly, to the buckle of his belt. She managed to undo it without pulling the blindfold off, pull the zip of his trousers down and slip her hand inside his boxers. Her fingers went up and down his erection slowly, teasingly.

"You want me," she said unnecessarily.

"I always do," he whispered. She smiled, and then gasped as he dragged his fingers slowly down her ribcage, across her waist and then lower. He pushed a finger inside her and she arched as he stroked her inner walls. She felt her muscles clenching around his finger.

"No!" she said desperately. "Stop!" He did, wondering why. "I want to climax with you inside me," she explained. "Not from your talented fingers." He grinned at her and pushed his clothing lower impatiently. She lifted herself onto him slowly, gasping at the feeling of fullness. He was a big man, and it always took her a little time to get used to him inside her. She rested her head on his shoulder, her arms loose around his waist for a moment.

"You're going to have to move," Peter's voice said low in her ear.

She laughed before lifting herself up and moving on top of him, slowly to start with. "You have no idea how good you look," he whispered into her ear. "Your chest wet, your breasts bouncing, a blindfold on your face."

"Glad you're enjoying it," she murmured before pushing herself down on him firmly. He groaned lowly as her hands stroked his back. He pinched her nipple and she cried out, head thrown back in abandon as she kept moving. All he did was watch as this beautiful woman pushed herself onto him. She was magnificent. He reached down and squeezed her clitoris lightly. It was all she needed to climax and she cried out loudly, her fingers clutching into his shoulders hard, his shirt bunching under her hands. Peter on the other hand, wasn't close. He held her tightly, waiting for her to recover herself before moving, laying her on the floor. Then he pushed into her hard and she moaned quietly. He didn't need to see her eyes to know they'd be closed. He kept going, hard and fast as she kept panting.

His mouth sucked her shoulder hard as he climaxed powerfully. She cried out, and arched her body upwards as his orgasm brought an echo of her own earlier passion. He collapsed on top of her and she let out her breath with an "oof."

When he came back to himself again, he found Olivia watching him, the blindfold around her neck and her toes stroking the back of his knee. "God, I'm sorry. I don't mean to squash you."

She tightened her muscles around him as he pulled out of her. She sighed with satisfaction as he moved away. "Doesn't matter," she said, stretching her limbs. "God I need a shower. I smell like a brewery."

"Oh I liked that touch," he said. "Whisky on your breasts? Perfect. My three favourite things." She laughed and sat up, wincing as she did so. She'd started slow, but he had finished very quickly and forcefully. Meaning that her insides felt rather like churned butter. "Are you all right?" he asked seeing her face.

"Mm," she said. "I feel… tender. And hungry." He pulled her close and cradled her face, kissing her softly. "How is it that you're almost fully dressed and I'm naked on the floor?"

"Incentive," he said. He reached for the mango on the kitchen table and fed her a slice. "Can't have you hungry now can we?" He made a mess of it, smearing juice over her lips and chin, then proceeded to lick it off. All she could do was laugh.

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