Olivia ripped her strapless shirt off over her head as Peter dropped her onto the bed. The quick action combined with her intoxicated state made the room spin and she pulled Peter down on top of her to make it stop.

Peter lifted himself off of Olivia, hovering over her as she got to work on his pants after removing her own, leaving her naked beneath him.

Olivia moaned in pleasure when she felt Peter's mouth on her nipple while he used one hand to massage the other one. He released her nipple with a small pop and moved to the other one, paying it the same attention.

"Please." Olivia breathed when his lips moved to the sweet spot behind her ear and she felt him grow hard against her.

"What do you want?" Peter asked her, teasing her with one hand between her legs, his thumb pressing against her clit.

"You." Olivia moaned, her hips bucking into his hand. "I need you. Please."

Peter wanted to make her beg, draw the process out, tease her. But his own need to feel her around him was overwhelming. Without another word, he kissed the sweet spot behind her ear again and pushed into her slowly.

Olivia let out a loud gasp at the sensation that overtook her. Her hips rose to meet Peter's with his slow and deliberate movements. Part of her wanted to beg him to go faster, but another part of her was in awe of the fact that he was being so tender and gentle, almost loving with her, so she fought the urge to speed up the rhythm and allowed Peter to take care of her.

Her resolve didn't last long however, and moments later, she had rolled them over so that she was straddling Peter. She began moving quickly, the feeling of his hand still between her legs, moving on her clit was driving her crazy, overwhelming her senses. He was meeting her thrust for thrust and it wasn't long before she felt the orgasm building.

"Oh, god..." Olivia cried out breathlessly, surprised she was able to form even the simplest of words. "I'm gonna- fuck! I'm gonna cum!"

Peter grunted as he felt Olivia cum around him and she collapsed forward, landing on his chest. In response, Peter held her to him, capturing her lips with his own while he thrust into her twice more before he emptied into her.

Olivia let out a breathy chuckle as she rolled off of Peter and immediately curled into his side, tucking herself against him. Peter kissed her hair and craned his neck to look at her, smiling when he saw her flushed cheeks.

"You look amazing."

Olivia frowned in confusion. "Seriously? My makeup must be everywhere and my hair is a mess."

"Yet you still look beautiful." Peter replied.

"Such a charmer." Olivia joked.

Her smile faded and Peter immediately worried that he had done something wrong. "You okay?"

"I'm just thinking."

"About?" Peter pushed gently.

"Thank you for tonight. I don't think I've ever had such a good time on my birthday before." Olivia smiled genuinely. "And I'm not just talking about the sex."

It was true. Growing up, her birthday had never been something to celebrate, instead it was spent keeping out of her mother's way. Once she started dating, birthdays were mostly just an obligatory meal and then a quick fuck before she either went home or sent her date home. Even over her two years with Brian, her birthdays had been spent at the movies, then dinner, then they would go home, have sex and then fall asleep. Nobody had taken care of her and put as much thought into her birthday as Peter had today. And she told him so.

Peter's jaw dropped at Olivia's words. He couldn't believe his luck that such a beautiful woman - inside and out - was willing to give him the time of day. So he was going to make sure that she enjoyed her birthday and knew that she was cared for. Why nobody had done so before him he would never understand.

"I love you, Liv and Noah. Of course I'm gonna take care of you both. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me." Peter said, pulling her closer.

Olivia chuckled. "I love you too.

Peter pulled Olivia in for a sweet kiss. "Happy birthday, Liv. You deserve it."

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