Chapter Four
The soft thumping of Peter's heartbeat woke her as Cassandra spread her fingers over his chest and the tip of her index finger rubbed the underside of his left nipple, making his breath catch in his chest. Barely awake, she stroked her fingers along his side and a cool numbness woke him. Not wanting to open his eyes, Peter breathed softly as her fingers caressed his skin and stroked the underside of his nipple. Cassandra did butterfly kisses on his chest when she slid her lips over his left nipple and he sucked in a breath as she gently swirled her tongue around his nipple. Her teeth scraped against his nipple as he blinked his eyes open and looked at the ceiling, feeling a cool tingle moving through him. Cassandra moved her fingers up his left arm while kissing across his chest and gently sucked on his right nipple.
"Are you awake?" she teased as he shook his head and grinned. Softly laughing, she kissed down his chest while her fingers slid down his stomach to his appendix scar and Peter sighed. Moving the duvet back, she sat on his legs as she stroked his sides and he made a soft humming sound. She slowly moved her hands up and down his chest and stomach then hovered over him, kissing his lips. He opened his eyes while she slowly started lying on top of him and slid her hands under his shoulders. His body tingled as she kissed from his lips to his neck and nuzzled her nose against his Adam's apple. She moved up a bit to look into his chocolate brown eyes and he closed his eyes so she could kiss his eyelids.
"Stop teasing me," he whispered while rubbing against her and his cock bumped against her thighs. Kissing down his body, Cassandra sat on his legs as she stroked his thin hips then across his crotch and he smiled at her. She kissed his stomach then sat up and stroked his balls. He knew she was taking her time as his body tingled and his heart started to speed up. He loved how gentle she was with him, but there were nights that they rutted like animals and he admitted gently morning sex was his favorite. Cassandra slid her fingers under his cock as she felt the quick pulse against her fingers and stroked the warm skin. He made a soft giggle as she tickled the base of his cock and she smiled sweetly at him.
"Have I told you that you have the cutest giggle?" she asked and he shook his head. Her fingers moved up and down the underside of his cock as she felt his cock growing hard and warm and she did little butterfly kisses down his shaft. Peter moaned as he rolled his eyes and she gently pulled on his cock, making it grow harder. He covered his mouth to prevent a small yelp when she blew on the tip and stroked the tip with the pad of her thumb. The cool numbness moved over him as she slid his cock in her mouth and swirled her tongue, licking and nibbling on his cock. Moaning, Peter ached to be inside her as his cock grew harder and she slid his cock deeper into her throat. The cool numbness turned into a warm rush of pleasure and pain as he groaned and balled his hands on the mattress.
"Let me in!" he moaned as she removed his cock from her mouth then climbed on him and slid his rock hard cock inside her. Slick and hard, she felt him pushing against her and started rocking on him. She moved harder and faster while pressing against him and stroked her fingers on his stomach. His heart thudded in his ears as he arched his body up and she moved faster and harder. His climax swirled around him in waves as he pumped his seed into her and slumped onto the bed. Breathing hard through his nose, he watched her climb off him and walked to the bathroom. He had wondered if she was on the pill, seeing how often they've been having sex, and he sighed, looking at the ceiling.
"Come off it, Peter. If she was pregnant she would have told you by now. Then again, it's only been a week. How long does it take before a woman knows she's going to have a baby or not?" he thought while thinking about the times they had sex over the last week when she walked out of the bathroom, heading for the bed. She had a towel and a semi-wet flannel in her hands as she sat on the bed and washed him off. While drying him off, she noticed the look in his eyes as she leaned closer and kissed his lips.
"What's wrong?" she asked and he sighed, rubbing his face with his hands.
"Oh, I'm just being a jerk," he sighed and she titled her head to one side, giving him a confused look.
"And what have you done this time that you're feeling like a jerk?" she asked and he smiled.
"Well, I have been tested for shit, which means I am clean of AIDS, HIV and STDs, but we've been….," he said when she got the idea where he was going and placed her hand on his chest. He noticed the sadness in her eyes then held his arms out and she climbed onto the bed, snuggling against him. He wrapped his arms around her as she placed her head on center of his chest and his heart thumped in her ear. "See, I'm being a jerk. I ruined our morning."
"No, you haven't," she whispered and he kissed the top of her head. "There's something I have to tell you."
"And that would be?" he asked as she looked at him and his eyebrows were nearly under his fringe and his eyes were wide.
"When I was sixteen, I was in a car accident. I got pretty messed up and they thought I would never walk again."
"I have seen the scar on your back," he said as he stroked her back and she shivered.
"Well, I did walk again, but the accident did something to my insides. I can't…I…" she said then sniffed and he wiped the tears from her eyes.
"You're sterile?" he asked and she nodded her head. Lifting her chin, he kissed her as she softly smiled and he brushed the hair from her eyes. "Hm, I didn't notice. I mean you do go off like a rocket!"
"That's because you have the magic touch!" she teased and he softly laughed. "Um, is that why you're looking like that? Were you wondering if I was pregnant?"
"Well, yeah, we've been rutting like animals this last week and I was a bit worried. Not that I don't want kids! It's just that we've just gotten together and barely know each other. True, we know something, but not all. There are some secrets that I'm just not ready to share with you just yet. I may never share them. The thing is I was concerned, but that's been resolved. Now, if we do want to settle down, there are things we could do if we want kids. So, I am saying right here and right now that if you're willing to adopt then I am all for it!" he said with a grin when she started crying and he lifted her chin to look at her. "Oh, what's with the tears?"
"I just…I never thought….When guys found out...," she stuttered as he hushed her and held her tighter. She calmed down a few minutes later when he reached over for some tissues and she blew her nose after he handed them to her. "Are you sure?"
"Yes!" he said as she felt him moving and he got up, knelt on the bed and looked her straight in the eyes. "Do you remember when I said I nothing to lose and I admitted that I did? I do! And then you asked if I was happy? I am totally happy and in love with you! I want to have kids with you! I want…"
The sound of the telephone ringing made them jump when he flopped down on the bed, rolled onto his back, reached over and picked up the receiver.
"Yeah, what is it?" Peter grumbled while Cassandra snuggled against him and placed her head on the center of his chest.
"This is McCann from reception. I'm sorry to wake you, Sir, but did you hear anything during the night?" the voice asked as Peter thought for few moments then rubbed his eyes with his finger and thumb and Cassandra smiled while his stomach gurgled in her ear, covering the soft sound of his heartbeat.
"No, I didn't hear anything. Why?" Peter asked and shivered as Cassandra stroked his side.
"Well, I think you better come down, Sir. There's something you really need to see," McCann said as Peter sighed and rolled his eyes.
"This better be fucking worth it or I will have your ass fired!" Peter growled then slammed the receiver down on the cradle of the telephone and Cassandra looked up at him.
"Guess we better get up," she said as he nodded and they got up, walking to the bathroom and the door closed behind them.
The lift doors opened while Cassandra and Peter walked toward the reception desk and McCann looked at them. McCann was a tall man with short blonde hair and blue eyes and was wearing a black suit, a white shirt, a black tie, black socks and black shoes. Peter was in full makeup, wig, sideburns, goatee and moustache and was wearing a black, silk dressing gown and black, silk short. Cassandra was wearing a white, silk dressing gown and a white, silk nightie and McCann coughed while looking at her breasts.
"Eyes front, Asshole!" Peter growled as McCann coughed and looked at him. "What is so fucking important that you interrupted me fucking my lovely lady here?"
"Um, this way, Sir," McCann said as he walked around to the front of the reception desk and pointed to the front door. Cassandra looked at Peter as he smiled at her and they followed McCann as he walked to the door. Walking outside, Cassandra was glad that it was a warm morning as they stood just outside the door when they looked at the two chunks of cement lying shattered on the ground and the banner that advertised his show was on the ground as well, torn and scattered over the pavement.
"What the hell?" Peter asked as he walked closer then knelt down and Cassandra titled her head, watching his bottom strain against the black, silk shorts.
"I am sorry, Sir. We have no idea how this happened, but the management will replace banner," McCann said as Peter stood up when a blue car pulled up to the curb and two men got out of the car, walking toward them.
"Peter Vincent, stay where you are," Mark said as he walked to Peter and Peter crossed his arms over his chest.
"Who the fuck are you?" Peter asked.
"I'm Detective Mark Baker and this is Detective Seamus Kincaide," Mark said as he showed Peter his identification and Peter tilted his head to one side, giving them a bored look.
"Am I supposed to be impressed?" Peter asked while Cassandra walked closer and slid her arms around his arm.
"Look, we just want to talk," Mark said while Peter arched his eyebrows nearly under the wig and gave them a little smile.
"And I just want to get back to fucking my lady here. Buh-bye," Peter said then turned and Cassandra followed as they went back into the hotel and Mark growled, balling his hands into fists.