Peter was excited. This was his tenth date with Olivia and tonight was going to be great. It felt strange to be back in the dating game after being gone for so long.
Peter checked his blackberry. It was 6:30. He had to get going now; they had reservations for 7:30. They wanted to get there on time. Peter grabbed his keys and headed towards the door.
Olivia was waiting for him when he knocked on her door. The door to her house opened slowly, and Olivia smiled at him, dressed in all red.
"Hey, ready to go?" She asked, her sultry voice invading Peter's brain. God, he loved that voice. It was smooth and seductive and melodic. It…did things to Peter, to put it nicely. Peter smiled at her and nodded.
"I am," He said matter-of-factly. "We should be heading over there now if we want to make our reservation."
"Ok, just let me lock up." Olivia said. She reached over, grabbed the door, and closed it. As she was locking her door, Peter looked up into the sky and smiled.
How did he get so lucky? Just when it seemed his life was going in a rather bleak direction, things turned up. He had met Olivia and she had changed everything.
Peter really wasn't one of those love-at-first-sight kind of people, but when he met Olivia, he definitely felt a sort of strange attraction to her. No, not just an attraction…a connection.
He had finally met someone, it seemed, who shared all the same interests that he did. She shared his love of classic literature and foreign films and Europe. She spoke English, Spanish, and French, grew up in Boston, and had degrees in both marketing and business from Oxford. To say she was smart was an understatement; she was brilliant.
She could easily switch from English to French and she actually read hardcover books. She was a real homebody and preferred doing much simpler things like staying in and watching a movie as opposed to going out.
Olivia walked up to him with a smile, her eyes dazzling.
"Thinking about something?" She asked. Peter chuckled and looked down at the ground.
"No, I just- I was just thinking about our date tonight and how great it's going to be." Peter said. Olivia smiled at him and nodded.
"Well I hope so. I spent time getting ready." She joked. Peter snickered and took her hand, leading her to his car. He opened up the door for her and she grinned at him as she walked inside.
The drive to Andrea's was about twenty minutes, give or take. By the time Peter and Olivia had arrived, it was almost time for their reservation. Peter held Olivia's hand as he led her into the crowded restaurant.
The restaurant was teeming with people, both young and old, as they conversed with each other while waiting for their orders. It made sense; on a beautiful Friday night like this, who wouldn't want to go out?
Peter and Olivia managed to make their way through the heavy sea of people and reached the bar, where Peter quickly ordered a dirty martini.
Olivia looked around them, observing the people around them. She looked…intrigued. Peter smirked at her as he sipped his drink.
"Looks like you found something more interesting than me, huh?" He teased. Olivia's eyes shot toward him and scoffed at his response.
"What? No I didn't. I'm just…looking around. Looking at all the people that are here. Human beings are quite fascinating, you know." Olivia retorted. Peter chuckled. That was a good answer, better than he had hoped for.
"I should know. I'm dating one." Peter stated. Olivia threw her head back and laughed. Peter loved hearing her laugh. Her melodic laugh would ring in his ears and it would make his heart beat a little faster than usual. He took great pleasure in knowing that he was the man who made Olivia smile. All of his dates have told him that he could be funny at times, when he wanted to be.
Peter didn't usually think of himself as funny, but he had been told by many that he was charming.
Just then his pager started ringing and Peter took it out as a small woman approached them. She smiled at Peter and Olivia, showing all of her teeth.
"Hi," She said politely "Peter?"
"Yes," Peter responded, answering with a smile of his own. The woman blushed.
"Your table's ready. Come this way." Peter and Olivia followed the woman through the restaurant, their eyes adjusting to the dark atmosphere. Peter, however, could see just fine.
The woman led them to a small wooden table and gestured for them to sit. Peter and Olivia took seats right across from each other, Olivia setting her purse down on the ground next to her.
"Thank you." Olivia said, brushing her hair over her shoulder.
"No problem." The hostess said "I'll be back with some menus."
She spun around and went right back the way she came. Olivia smiled knowingly at Peter.
"I think someone like you." She said smoothly. Peter chuckled at that.
"What?" He asked, playing with his watch. He always did that when he was nervous. It was a bad habit he hadn't kicked yet, really.
Olivia jerked her head in the direction of the waitress.
"Oh come on. You know what I mean. The waitress." Peter gave her a bewildered look.
"You think she likes me? Come on, she was just being polite. Its part of her job."
"Peter, she blushed." Olivia said matter-of-factly. Peter eyed Olivia.
"Fine maybe she does. I wasn't trying to flirt with her really. I was just being a gentleman." Peter explained.
"Which you are so good at doing." Olivia teased. Peter chortled. Olivia looked around the room, taking in their surroundings.
"God, this place is beautiful." She quipped.
"I know. It looks different from the last time I was here." Peter said. Olivia continued looking around the room, staring at other couples and the dark lighting that lit the room. As she looked around, Peter stared at her.
Olivia was…sexy. Peter didn't know why he was attracted to her but he was. It was kind of funny really, because Peter usually didn't go for curvy women; it's not that there was anything wrong with them or anything, he just…didn't like them.
They weren't his type; he preferred women who were rail-thin, model-thin, if he was being honest. There was something about her that was attractive though; Peter guessed it was her figure.
He liked the fact that she didn't look like every other woman he had dated; he liked the fact that she was bigger, sort to speak. It made her stand out in a way. She looked…like a real woman, as opposed to a girl. She had broader shoulders, larger breasts, thicker thighs, and a fantastic ass.
Peter loved looking at her in dresses; she always looked gorgeous on their dates. The dresses she wore always found a way to show off her seductive figure.
As soon as he thought this, he began to think of something else. He immediately began to think of her vagina, and how she probably looked great naked. He could just see her right now: long dark brown hair cascading down her back, her big breasts waving in front of his face, her brown eyes staring at him with lust, her sexy curves doing wonders for her figure. He wondered how wet she'd be, how wide she'd be able to spread her legs, how her vulva would look when he dove in between her legs…
Peter cleared his throat and shook his head. Now was not the time to think of those things. Yes, he was a man, and he had needs, but he couldn't think about that right now. Right now he had to be a gentleman who opened the door for her and drove her home and walked her to her door. He could think about her like that later.
Olivia looked back at him and smiled.
"I'm so glad you picked this place out. I mean, I knew you were a man of refined taste, but I didn't know you were this refined."
Peter smirked at her, his blue eyes gleaming in the light.
"There's a lot you don't know about me." He said seductively. Olivia smiled at him, her face radiating with glee.
"You're right. I still have much to learn, don't I?" She said with a smirk of her own. The waitress came back and handed them their menus, quickly shuffling back out into the front of the restaurant.
"Aah, she was doing it again." Olivia said pleasantly. Peter playfully rolled his eyes.
"She does know I'm on a date right?" Peter teased. Olivia's eyebrows shot up at him.
"I don't know. You might have to remind her you only have eyes for one person tonight." Olivia goaded.
"Yeah well I don't feel like being Mr. Break Your Heart Tonight. I think I'll pass that torch on to someone else." Peter said.
Olivia reached over, grabbed Peter's hand, and squeezed it.
"I'm glad you feel that way." She teased. Peter felt a warmth spread in his stomach as she held his hand.
He tore away from her and grabbed his menu.
"Let's look at the menu, shall we?" Peter said, taking his menu into his hands and opening it up. Olivia grabbed hers and snuck a glance. As she looked at her menu though, her eyes drifted from her menu to her date.
He was gorgeous. Olivia didn't want to sound like she was lusting after him, but she swore he was the most handsome man she had ever laid her eyes on. Tanned skin, a jawline that could cut through steel, wavy brown hair that she wanted to run her fingers through.
He had the most intense, piercing blue eyes she had ever seen. Every time he laid his gaze on her, she felt her knees go weak. His voice was like honey; smooth, warm, and rich. Every time he spoke his voice kept her alert, like a whistle ringing in her ear.
Olivia ran her eyes over Peter's figure. Though she obviously hadn't seen him naked, she could tell that Peter was fit underneath that suit. He had broad shoulders and narrow hips, the perfect features of a man. She could see his bulging muscles protruding from his suit. His thighs were muscular and his legs were long. His chest was big but not too big and he fit that suit nicely.
Olivia's eyes briefly darted to Peter's legs and she saw the swell of his cock through his pants. Olivia had to swallow to prevent herself from moaning. God, she bet he had a huge cock. She could almost picture it in her head; it was big and long and thick...
Olivia looked over at Peter's hands; his hands were large and his fingers were long. Well, you know what they say about men with big hands…
Olivia flushed at that part. She felt like she was a teenager again, all lustful and ready to fuck at any time. Here she was, on a date, a 30 -year- old woman, and she was thinking about her date's penis.
Dear God, what was wrong with her? What was it about him that drove her so insane, that made her so irrationally horny and feeling like a teenager? Well, at least she was attracted to him.
She supposed part of it was his charm. Peter was Mr. Personality, the man who had so much charm to him that men(and especially women) couldn't help but be attracted to him. He had this aura, this energy, that drove people to him. She supposed confidence did that to people; it seduced people, entrapped them, put a spell on them, and drove them to him.
Olivia clicked her tongue and brushed her hair behind her ear. Peter already looked like he had decided on something, and she hadn't even started. Olivia scanned the menu, praying that Peter didn't notice how flushed she looked as she read the menu, eager to distract her lustful mind.
The waitress showed up a few minutes later, and asked if they wanted any drinks. They both ordered two waters, and Olivia asked for a Whisky on The Rocks. After that, they both ordered dinner. Peter ordered the halibut and Olivia the lamb.
The waitress smiled at them again before heading for the kitchen. Olivia turned to Peter and gave him a bright smile.
"God, it's just so nice to go out every once in a while, you know?" She said, shaking her head in disarray "I always get so caught up in what I do. Work is always stressful for me."
She owned a marketing firm and she was always pulling long hours. Peter looked at her sympathetically and gave her a small smile.
"Tired huh?" He asked softly. Olivia nodded at him solemnly.
"A little bit." She scoffed, brushing her hair behind her ear "Look at me. I said I wasn't going to talk about work tonight, but that's all I've been thinking about since we got here."
Peter leaned over and took her hand. Olivia looked up at him, her brown eyes blazing at him.
"I get it. Work can be a lot sometimes. But you don't have to think about it all the time." Peter said honestly. Olivia sighed and looked up at Peter again.
"The thing is I think I'm a workaholic." Olivia quipped. Peter smiled at her fondly.
"Well that's going to have to change," He said assuredly. Olivia cracked a smile at that.
The waitress showed up with their drinks and set them down on their table.
"Thank you for doing this Peter," Olivia said, her tone sounding much more serious than before. "I feel like I haven't thanked you enough for being such a gentleman tonight."
Peter dismissed her with a wave of his hand.
"It's nothing really." Peter said, feeling himself get a little defensive. He hated compliments. He couldn't handle them as a teenager and he couldn't handle them now. They always made him feel uncomfortable. He hated getting praised for something he felt he was supposed to do.
Olivia, however, didn't seem to notice his discomfort.
"Oh come on, don't be so modest. You've been very charming tonight." Olivia said, batting her eyelashes at him. Peter felt his stomach tighten at that gesture. Lord, its been a while since anyone had looked at him like that. Peter tried to balance his uneasiness with a joke.
"What can I say, it runs in the family" Peter stated. Oliva laughed again and Peter felt his stomach unclench. There that was it. It was done. He didn't feel too bad anymore.
Their dinner arrived not long after that and Peter and Olivia ate the rest of their dinner in relative silence. Peter felt his heart race as he ate.
God this woman really likes me Peter thought. I better not fuck this up. She's definitely someone I'm interested in seeing more of. We click in a way that I can't describe. I just…need to be around her.
He had finally found a woman who he felt appreciated him for all that he was, flaws and all. It had been a while since a woman had made him feel appreciated. The last woman who made Peter feel like this was his girlfriend of three years, whom he had broken up with about three months ago. As Olivia ate, she couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement run through her body.
Could this man get any more perfect? She thought. He's so smart and sexy and funny and confident and opinionated and honest. He's definitely way better than any of my exes. He's so much more romantic and straightforward. He doesn't even have to try to impress me. He just does.
By the time they finished dinner, they were both stuffed and could hardly eat any more. Peter called the waitress over and asked for the check.
"Did you save any room for dessert?" Peter asked. Olivia shook her head.
"No way. I am full." Olivia said, looking slightly worried that he'd make her eat dessert anyway.
Peter laughed and shook his head.
"No I'm full too. That was quite a lot of food." Olivia nodded in agreement. The waitress came and collected her check and Peter left her a handsome tip.
Afterwards he drove Olivia home. Neither of them said anything as he drove, but at the same time, they didn't have to. They understood each other. Peter pulled into Olivia's driveway and walked her to her door. Oliva looked back at him and smiled.
"You're such a gentleman." She stated as they walked up the steps to her front door. Olivia lived in a small one -story house that was about a century old(honestly), rectangular-shaped, and very…cute. That was the only way Peter knew how to describe her house. It was cute, though he'd never say that out loud, unless he wanted to be made fun of by Olivia.
It was a modest home, a nice place to live in for someone who was just starting out. Peter had a similar house on the other side of town. As Olivia pulled out her keys, she asked him the question he truly hadn't been expecting.
"So do you wanna come inside?"
Peter's head snapped open as she said this. That was…unexpected. He didn't think Olivia was that kind of woman. She had said the first time they had meant that she wasn't, and she seemed genuine. Now she seemed to be going back on that promise. It…interested him, to say the least.
"Yes," Peter said without hesitation. Olivia nodded and opened up the door. Peter stalked inside. Her house was small and dark and Peter could smell the mahogany.
"Sorry. Let me turn on the light. I bet you can't see." Olivia chuckled and went to go turn on the light switch. Peter felt his heart pull at his chest as she said this. She had no idea how on the nose she had been right now.
Olivia turned on the light switch. The light flickered and the light switch turned on, revealing the room around him. Peter scanned the room, taking it all in.
He was standing in the living room, for what he could tell. It was complete with a sofa smack right in the middle of the room, a wooden chair to the left, and another couch at the back of the room.
Peter hummed to himself as he looked at the room. Olivia walked up to him, a worried look on her face.
''Oh no. What's wrong? You don't like it?" Olivia asked. Peter looked at her, his eyebrows narrowing at her in confusion. He could smell her anxiety and her heart rate had picked up just a bit. Peter decided to ease her mind a little.
"What would make you think that? It's beautiful love." Peter said, the word coming out of his mouth before he could stop it. Olivia's face turned from one of fear to one of gratitude.
"You like it?" She asked nervously. Peter smiled widely at her.
"I love it." He said earnestly. Peter walked over and crossed the gap between them. He reached over, took Olivia's face into his hands, and kissed her. This felt so good, so right. Peter could feel his heart jackhammering as he kissed Olivia. He missed this. He missed being able to touch a woman like this. He missed making love.
Olivia kissed him back just as feverishly and Peter wrapped an arm around her waist, bringing her closer to him. Their lips began to crash together as their kissing became more intense. Just as Peter was starting to get into it, Olivia broke away from him and scurried to the door.
Peter smelled anxiety on her and he laughed.
"What are you-?" He asked, but Olivia answered for him. She closed her door and began to lock it.
"Sorry. I'm kind of OCD like that." Olivia explained, rushing back into Peter's arms as soon as she finished locking the door. Peter laughed as she kissed him.
"Do you wanna take this somewhere a little more private?" Peter asked. Olivia nodded and grabbed his hand, leading him to her bedroom.
This was it. It was finally happening. Peter was going to have sex with Olivia. It made his heart race when they entered the bedroom.
Olivia turned around and kissed Peter passionately. Peter snaked an arm around her waist as he kissed her back, feeling his skin heat up.
Olivia pulled herself onto the bed, taking Peter down with her. Peter yelped as she did so. Olivia wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, never letting go. The two continued to make out, their hearts beating in sync with each other.
Peter felt like a teenager again; he had never been so excited to have sex in his life. Olivia began to unzip her dress. Peter, ever the gentleman, reached around her and unzipped her dress for her.
Olivia yanked her dress down, tearing it a bit at the hem, but not seeming to care. Peter felt himself smirk at that. He liked the fact that she didn't mind getting dirty.
Peter began to unbutton his suit, nearly tearing his tie in half when he pulled it out from his neck, discarding it on the floor.
Olivia grabbed Peter by his face and pulled him in for a kiss, feeling his hot breath touch her face. God she wanted him. She wanted him more than air itself. She had never felt this passionate about anyone before, not even her ex-boyfriends. Peter was…definitely special, that's for sure.
Peter tore away from her so that he could take his jacket off, going for his dress shirt next. Olivia reached over and began to pop open the buttons to his shirt, exposing Peter's chest to her. Peter took his short off, and then began to go for his pants. Olivia unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down to his ankles.
Peter reached over and began to passionately kiss her neck. Olivia moaned as Peter did this.
"You're so beautiful." Peter moaned. Olivia felt herself get a little wet as he said this. She didn't have a praise kink or anything but hearing it from Peter's lips was very arousing. She loved it when he complimented her. It made her feel loved and beautiful and cherished and wanted and confident and all these other feelings that she hadn't felt in a long time.
Peter…brought something out in her that she didn't think she had. He brought out the crazy, lustful side of her that she was usually embarrassed by and tried to hide. He brought out her intelligent side, her educated side, which was something that she didn't really like to talk about, because she was usually very humble about it. She didn't like bragging and, if she was being honest, she felt as if her past couple of boyfriends had been intimidated by her.
Not Peter though. He wasn't intimidated by her; if anything he seemed intrigued. He seemed fascinated, interested, even relieved. He made her feel like a teenager, excited and ready to see where this relationship went. She wanted to continue seeing him; she didn't know why and she didn't know how, but she just felt like she needed to be with him. He had this magnetic pull to him that was just irresistible.
Olivia moaned as she finally managed to pull his pants down. Thank God. Those were a nuisance. She reached over and cupped Peter through his boxers. Peter moaned loudly into her ear, clearly turned on.
"Do that again," He whispered. Olivia repeated her action, this time rolling Peter's balls in her hand. Peter moaned even louder this time.
"Fuck," He moaned. "That feels so fucking good."
His head was spinning and his mouth felt dry, but Peter didn't care. He was in the moment. He was about to have amazing, mind-blowing, no doubt fantastic sex with a beautiful woman that he strongly admired and was incredibly attracted to.
Olivia was…unique. She made Peter feel seen, made him feel loved. It was more than what he had felt with Corinne or Christa or any of his previous girlfriends. This was…stronger, more powerful, more seductive.
Olivia made Peter feel as if he could tell her anything, anything in the whole wide world, and she'd be ok with it, no matter what it was. He even thought about telling her that he was a werewolf, thought he'd tell her in due time.
He just felt…so comfortable with her. He felt like he could let her know exactly what was going on in his head, almost every little thought. He felt like he could be himself. He didn't have to hide or cower or put on a persona; he could just be.
It felt so freeing; so fucking freeing Peter felt as if she had just unleashed a window into his heart and let the air blow in. Peter wasn't going to say this out loud-at least not yet- because he hated throwing words around but he'd almost say he was in love with her.
That's how special this was; it felt like it was just something between them and only them. He felt like no one could replace her or replicate the way she made him feel; no one could compare because Olivia was exceptional.
The idea of being in love with her both terrified and thrilled Peter. He hadn't been in love in a long, long time, and he missed the way it made him feel. It made him feel powerful but also powerless, secure but also insecure, appreciated, loved, respected, but it also made him feel like he was being played with.
He had no control over it, the outcome, and that terrified Peter. It terrified him so much it made his heart ache and his breath hitch. It terrified him so much that it infected his brain, kept him up at night, prevented him from sleeping. It made him stop what he was doing and it made him think. It made him think about Olivia and their relationship and where he wanted it to go.
It made him seriously think about his job prospects and how he should probably move up in the world, just so that he could be at her level. It made him want to show her his best side and always be a gentleman and always be on his best behavior. It made him want to be better.
That thought terrified him, because for a long time Peter wasn't sure if he could change who he was. For a long time Peter thought he was fucked up, always destined to be the royal fuck up in a family of reverence. Now was different; now he had a shot. He could change for her, improve himself. Peter loved that idea; he loved it so much it made tears form at his eyes and his body shake with excitement.
"You like that?" Olivia asked. Peter moaned again.
"You know you don't even have to ask that question again to get your answer." Peter breathed. Olivia reached over and kissed him. Peter reached around her and unhooked her bra. He took it off, revealing her glorious breasts. Peter felt himself get even harder at this point, almost painfully so. He was so turned on. He reached over and hooked his fingers underneath the hem of her lace panties before tearing them off and dropping them on the wooden floor.
Peter broke away from Olivia and stared at her. He stared at her breasts, her large voluptuous breasts peaking in front of his face. Peter wanted to touch them so badly. He was practically aching to place his hands over them. He loved her breasts; Peter could stare at them all day. They were beautiful, almost as beautiful as she was.
Her nipples were pert and pink and looked so soft. Her belly was flat, a sign that she was clearly in good shape, and her legs were muscular. Her feet were well-manicured and her hands were soft and feminine. Her vagina was wide and wet and glistening, just for him. All of this, was for him.
Peter must have done something good in another life to end up with someone this undeniably beautiful.
She's perfect Peter thought Absolutely fucking perfect
Olivia reached over, took ahold of Peter's boxers, and pulled them down in one swoop. Peter lifted his legs and kicked them away from him so that they could be left with no distractions in their way.
Olivia raked her eyes over Peter's body, taking in his perfect figure.
The first thing she noticed were his broad shoulders. They were wide and muscular. She wanted to reach over and grasp those shoulders while he plunged himself inside of her. She ran her eyes over to his hair. She wanted to grab onto his hair while she rode his cock.
She scanned the rest of his body. His pecs were large but not overly so, and he had a tad of chest hair covering them. She wanted to run her hands over his pecs and over his firm, large nipples. She caught sight of his belly and almost lost her breath. His stomach was firm and flat and just as muscular as his chest. She wanted to run her hands all over his chest. Next she found his treasure trail and nearly moaned.
She had never been turned on by pubic hair before but for some reason, she found Peter's to be incredibly arousing. She then followed that wide trail all the way down to the grand prize.
When asked what her favorite part of a man was by her friends, she would say something generic and cheesy, like eyes. Her friends would say other generic, non-explicit parts as well, like shoulders, cheekbones, waist, legs. None of them, however, ever went anywhere explicit.
It always felt…dirty for Olivia to think of man like that. She felt if she did the same thing to men what they usually did to her, then she was no better than any of the men who talked about her and stared at her breasts when they saw her. Olivia knew what men thought of her, for better or worse. She knew men loved her figure, more so than her actual personality. She knew all the disgusting things they would say about her, even the married ones.
Still, Olivia allowed herself this one moment, just one moment, to stare at Peter.
Staring at Peter's naked body in front of her, Olivia could definitely say that her favorite body part of Peter's was his penis.
It was about as big as she hoped it would be, about seven and a half inches long and six inches thick. Olivia felt herself get even more moist as she stared at it. The head was flushed and red and almost looked like it was in pain, but Olivia knew better. It was really veiny and it was, dare she say it, a really nice cock. Olivia had seen plenty in her lifetime but Peter's was…kind of exceptional. There was something about it that almost seemed…special.
Olivia licked her lips upon seeing it. She couldn't control herself; she had never been so aroused in her life. She looked up at Peter, asking for his permission. He nodded at her, giving her his approval.
Olivia reached over and took his cock in her hands. Peter's breath hitched as she did so. It felt so big, so good, so right. Olivia let out a shaky breath as she stared at it. It was oozing precome and Olivia couldn't wait to put him in her mouth.
Olivia didn't know why she did this; she had never done this before in her life, hell had never even thought about it. For some reason though, she really wanted to do it. Olivia bent down, making sure not to hurt Peter, and placed his cock in between her breasts.i
Peter moaned as she did this. None of his ex-girlfriends had done that before. Peter had wanted to try it, just to see what it felt like, but no woman had ever taken him up on it. They had all thought he was a pervert for suggesting it, too disgusted to ever really want to do it. But Olivia was up for it; she was the one who wanted to do it.
Slowly, Olivia began to move Peter's cock up and down her breasts, the tip nearly touching her throat. They both moaned loudly, feeling the fire between them burn.
Olivia moaned and threw her head back in ecstasy. This felt so good; it felt strange to have a penis touching her like this, but it also felt right. Peter felt his cock throb as he stared at her, his balls beginning to tighten. Her moans were so fucking sexy; he wanted to come right there and then, but he wanted to savor it. He wanted to savor this moment that he was having with her.
Olivia's grip tightened on his cock and Peter let out a howl. His wolf was screaming; nothing could feel as good as this, with his cock in between her breasts.
"Fuck," Peter groaned, feeling his head pound. Oh God please just do it Peter thought. Put me inside your mouth already fuck.
Olivia arched her back and closed her eyes as she continued her act of torture on Peter. She felt as if she was going to explode; her body felt heavy and too big for her. Olivia opened her eyes and looked down at Peter's cock.
It was still oozing precome and the head looked a little flushed. Peter's balls were rubbing against her stomach and Olivia reached over and began to roll those in her hand.
Peter let out a cry of anguish as she did so. No woman had ever been this daring before. Olivia continued to massage his balls as she held him in her hand.
Peter felt his heart beat rapidly in his chest at her ministrations. He was going to make her feel so good she was going to forget about every other man she had ever been with before him. He was going to make her remember what it felt like for him to be inside her, make her remember what he said, what he did, what he smelled like. He had never wanted to make love to anyone more intensely than right now.
Just then Olivia stopped rubbing his shaft against her breasts and guided it towards her mouth. She held it there for about a second, as if she was expecting for it to speak. Olivia opened her mouth as widely as possible and took Peter all the way in.
Peter nearly roared in pleasure. What the fuck? Her mouth felt so wet, so warm, so soft. She looked so good sucking his cock. Olivia closed her eyes and continued to moan as she moved him up and down. Peter reached over and grabbed her by the back of her hair, holding her in place. He just wanted to hold her in place; he didn't want to hurt her.
Olivia moaned as Peter reached over and placed his hands on her breasts. Peter gave them a little squeeze, enjoying the way they felt in his hand. Peter looked down at her breasts, feeling his face heat up. Christ, her breasts were almost as big as his hands. They were firm and solid and felt so good. Peter continued to give her breasts a squeeze as Olivia continued to suckle on him and feel his balls.
Just then Peter had an idea. He tore his hands away from her breasts and slipped his fingers into the folds of her vagina.
Olivia gasped and dropped his balls. With his other hand, Peter reached over and took his cock out of her mouth. Now he was the one in charge.
Peter fixed his position so now he was lying on top of her. Peter began to finger Olivia with his right hand and continued to squeeze her breasts with the other. Olivia moaned loudly and arched her back, her breasts now inches away from his face. Peter bent down and began to suckle on her breasts. Olivia moaned even louder this time.
That was a…good idea. Not even her other boyfriends had been this smooth. Olivia felt her head began to pound as Peter continued to finger her.
He was really, really good at this. He's probably done this a lot Olivia thought as Peter continued to tease her. Olivia felt her walls contract as his fingers moved inside her, feeling her orgasm approaching. She was so close.
Olivia gasped when Peter pulled his fingers out before plunging them back in again. Olivia reached over and clutched at Peter's broad shoulders.
Peter looked up at her and smirked, his eyes gleaming.
"You like that?" Peter asked breathily, his voice ringing in her ears. Olivia gripped Peter's shoulders even tighter than before.
"God yes," Olivia moaned.
"I'm going to make you feel so good." Peter said. That night, the two made love. Peter couldn't believe how good it had been, how passionate, how loving. Every thrust, every tug, every sweet whisper, every caress, every sound, had been amplified by one hundred.
He loved making Olivia feel good; he loved hearing his name roll off her tongue. It sounded so right when she said it; Peter. Peter held Olivia in his arms as she rested her head on his chest. He could hear the sound of her heartbeat as she laid there, feeling content with what they had just done. She smelled amazing; she smelled of joy. She smelled of freshly cut flowers and nature and perfume and all sorts of pleasant things.
Peter wouldn't mind if those were the only smells he ended up smelling for the rest of his life; he loved it.
Olivia smiled to herself as Peter held her. What they had just done was amazing. The sex had been spectacular. She remembered Peter holding her in his arms and caressing as he said her name:
"Olivia! Olivia, look at me. Come on baby, look at me. Come on Liv! I want to see you come. I want to see you come and know that I was the one that made you feel like this! Come on Olivia, look at me!"
Olivia felt warmth spread all over her body at that sound. That had been…sweet, to say the least. She had no idea Peter could be so romantic. She laughed as she tightened her embrace around Peter.
Peter looked down at her and stroked her hair.
"What's so funny?" He asked, his face breaking into a smile. Olivia chuckled as he said this, her body radiating warmth and happiness.
"Nothing. I was just thinking about…well, what we just did." Olivia said, trying to sound frank about it, but failing to hide the enthusiasm in her voice. Peter chuckled again and held her close.
"So what does this mean for us?" Olivia asked. She didn't like asking this question; she hated the awkwardness that usually came along after having sex. It was always so weird.
Peter hummed thoughtfully and looked down at her.
"Well, we'll definitely be seeing more of each other." Peter said truthfully. Olivia nodded, feeling relief settle in her stomach. Good. He still wanted to see her. Olivia was afraid that Peter was probably just one of those men that only used women for sex and then never called again. Olivia had been with those kinds of guys before, and she definitely didn't need that.
Those other guys had been boys compared to Peter. Peter was a man. He was confident and sexy and charming and loving and honest and hardworking and willing to compromise. He went out of his way to make her feel special. He held the door open for her and told her she looked beautiful. He kissed her goodnight and always texted her as soon as he got home.
Peter was…the real deal. Peter looked down at Olivia and smiled. Olivia was perfect. She was a real woman; she was funny and intelligent and always questioning the world around her and never settled for anything. Peter loved that she was a go getter; it was one of her many qualities that attracted him to her.
Peter didn't want to throw caution to the wind here but he had a feeling that he and Olivia would be seeing each other for a long time. That idea made Peter's heart beat even faster than usual. He was excited for the future, to say the least.
"Come on, let me make you something." Peter said, sitting upright. Olivia chuckled and grabbed his hand.
"It's my house." She corrected, smiling at him. Peter gave her a hand a little squeeze.
"I know but I want to do something nice for you." Peter said. Olivia smiled at him and squeezed his hand right back. The two got out of bed and headed downstairs, eager to make breakfast.
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