Chapter Three
Peter crossed the threshold with Susan in his arms. He made his way over to his bed, set her down, and started to tear off his clothes.
"Hey, hold on, tiger." Susan said, laughing. Peter stopped and looked at her. "Let me get ready."
Peter sat down on the bed and watched Susan go into the bathroom. After the door was closed, he finished undressed.
Inside the bathroom, Susan slipped off her gown and slipped into a comfortable, white silk, lingerie. She pulled a small vial out of the pouch that she had hidden underneath her gown.
It was a fertility potion that Mrs. Beaver had given her just before the wedding ceremony. She popped it open and swallowed it all. After making sure that everything was the way she wanted it, she reopened the door and headed back into the bedroom.
Peter looked up and saw Susan standing there. His jaw dropped. "I'm ready." She said. She walked over to him and let his wrap his arms around her.
She lowered her head and their lips met. They let their tongues explore each other's mouths. They broke apart long enough for Susan to say, "Get farther on the bed." Peter did as he was told.
Susan pressed herself against him, until he was forced to lay on his back. Susan looked him in the eye and smiled. She then leaned in and started kissing him again. She then made her way to his neck. Then to his chest, slowly going down his stomach. When she finally reached her destination, Peter gasped. It felt so good.
"Susan, what are you doing?" He moaned.
Susan stopped and asked, "You don't like what I'm going?"
"I like it a lot." Peter answered. Before he could say anymore, she went back to what she was doing. Peter had to grip the bed sheets.
Just then, Peter felt this sensation. Suddenly, his body jerked and jerked, relieving him. When he stopped jerking, Susan came up to him and smiled. She sat on him long enough to remove her clothing.
There was the love of his life, sitting on him in all her glory.
Peter laid her down on her back and kissed her neck, while gently squeezing her breast.
"Oh, Peter." Susan cried. Peter continued licking and sucking all the way down to her breast. He put one in his mouth and began to suck on it.
Just then, Peter pushed himself up onto his hands, and looked down. With one quick and fluid motion, they became one.
"Easy." Susan pleaded.
"Okay. I promise." Peter assured her. And he was. He started out slowly at first. Then with Susan's permission, he began to go faster. He began to go deeper in her.
Susan gripped his shoulders, digging her nails into it. It was an amazing feeling. She knew if she moaned too loud, the whole castle would hear. She bit Peter's shoulder. He didn't care. They were almost there. He pushed and pushed, harder, faster, and deeper.
Susan couldn't help it anymore. She looked deep into her husband's eyes, and screamed, "By the love of Aslan."
Peter screamed too, but it wasn't words. Just a scream. He pushed a few more times, then became still. He laid against her. Peter and Susan were like that for a few seconds. Peter was about to get up, when Susan said, "Please stay."
Peter obeyed and laid back down. Susan reached up and ran her hand through Peter's hair. A few minutes after that, they were both asleep.
