In case if you couldn't tell from the ending of the last chapter, I must tell you know, but this is a massive:

*******************SMUT WARNING!*********************

"Let's Play" his eyes glowing with a glint of innocence in the most the most adult entity of my entire life.

I bit my lips as I watched him move his hands over my body. His fingers toyed with the strings on my corset, pulling them undone. He smiled at me in accomplishment when he had completed the tedious task of unlacing the cords that bound my body.

"I would have preferred that nightgown. It would be much easier to slip off of you." His constant teasing thrilled me to the point where I could feel adrenaline coursing through my veins. Once he had loosened my corset enough, he was able to slide it over my chest. I sat on the bed in my blouse and skirt, looking up at him.

He grabbed for my blouse to tug that off, but I placed a hand on his chest, kneeling up on the bed to my eyes were in line with his.

"My turn." I smiled, reaching for his belt buckle, sliding the leather through the brass loop. I watched it fall from his waist and land with clink against the stone floor of the cavern. I placed my hands on his shoulders and from there, pushed the loose green fabric of his over shirt, to reveal the tighter brown material that clung to his from. I let my fingers graze over the taut textile, but he pushed me back, so I bounced against the mattress.

"My turn." He mimicked. I bit my lip as he pulled the shirt off of me, my curls falling against my bare back. He looked me up and down and suddenly I began to feel a lot more body conscious. His eyes lingered on my breasts, but he said nothing. I feared that I wasn't enough for him. I could feel my stomach knot with anxiety, desperate to drag his attention from my body, I grasped his trousers and yanked them down, and almost instinctively, he yanked his shirt off over his head and stepped out of the pooling fabric at his ankles.

He looked like some godly figure as he loomed over me, his abdominal muscles expanding and collapsing as he breathed in every breath. My eyes followed, down his stomach, past his V-line to his-

I could feel my cheeks go hot and red with the blood rushing to my head as I blushed. My sight quickly aligned itself so I was back to his eyes, but he was laughing at me now. He saw me blush and could sense my innocence.

"See something you like, love?" he reached for my skirt and ripped it from my legs, leaving me with nothing to hide behind. My blush darkened, as he crept onto the bed, kneeling over me, his knees either side of my hips as he pushed me onto my back. I placed one hand on his torso and curled the other around the back of his neck.

Our noses were touching as he opened his mouth, as though to speak, but shut it against the corner of my lips, sucking on the skin for a few moments, before he let go and latched onto the skin on my jaw line. He repeated this process all the way down my neck and chest, till he reached my breasts.

He took my left breast and cupped it in his hand, slowly massaging the soft flesh, and pinching the tender nipple between his fingers. As for my right breast, he took it in his mouth, his soft tongue lapping around the skin, before his teeth would bite down on my nipple, causing my back to arch towards him and a moan to escape my lips.

I wasn't sure what to do. He was so experienced and I grew up in a convent, having my first encounter with a boy only the previous day. I took an instinctive chance and began to comb my fingers through his hair. I ran my fingers in between his locks in tandem with the movement of his tongue over my body.

When he finally let go of my breast, I let out a small whimper, but the separation was short lived, as he swapped, to take my left breast in his mouth and to toy with the right, between his fingers.

I let out a small moan as I began to feel a moist sensation within my vagina as it initiated lubricating itself. I didn't want to embarrass myself by revealing the hot sticky substance, and so I crossed my legs, but Peter had noticed the movement beneath him and let go immediately.

"You aren't getting out of it that easily," Peter husked, his hand moving to grab my leg by the thigh. He pushed it up, so my knee was pressed to my chest. I stared at him wide-eyed, unaware of what his next move would be, but he shortly revealed it. Grabbing my calf, he manoeuvred my leg to hook my leg around his waist.

"So you can't try crossing your legs again" he purred into my ear, his breath hot against my flesh. He propped himself up, placing one hand on my hips whilst the other held my wrists together.

I gulped as I sensed him slowly enter me. It was unlike anything I had ever felt before. I was nervous and the tension didn't ease his entrance, but gradually, I could feel him sinking down into me, and I made me quiver beneath him. He filled me till I was tight around him, but not to the point where it was uncomfortable. We fit together perfectly.

Peter began to rock back and forth, gradually, setting a rhythmic pace. I began to breathe to the pace, In and out with each thrust. I arched my hips toward his, begging for more. Heatedly, he began to quicken his pace, causing my breath to become shallower with each grind.

I rolled my hips in sync with his, and I could hear him moan lightly in response. I had never really thought about sex before coming to neverland, and yet here I was, rutting my hips against a boy I had only met a day previously. My life in the convent was over, and I was time to show that, and my appreciation for this new time.

"Oh, God, Yes!" I panted, hearing my own voice use the lords name in vain was a new habit. "Fuck yes! Oh, Jesus oh!" He was getting faster now, and the more vigorous his movements became, the more I wanted him to go on.

"Peter!" I begged, feeling my cheeks flush pink. Peter groaned at the sound of his own name. He kept getting quicker and harder with each movement.

"Say my name!" he growled, throwing his head back. I took the opportunity to taunt him by simply remaining silent and fighting the urge to moan in pleasure once more, but his short lived temper resulted in him backhanding me across the stomach and again over my chest. "Say it!" he demanded.

"Peter!" I cried out. "Fuck yes, Peter! Jesus Christ, there, just like that!" I called out from beneath him. I wasn't sure what I was saying or why, but it made Peter lose control; his movements becoming faster yet sloppier.

I felt a burning coming from below my stomach as shockwaves were sent rippling through my body. The pain unbearable, yet pleasurable, sent a cry through my lips and literal sparks around the room. There was energy within me that I struggled to contain. It exhausted me; I began to feel everything slow down, my body collapsing into the mattress.

It was merely moments later, I felt a hot surge coursing within me, as Peter emptied himself, falling into the sheets beside me, his eyes closed, but his chest heaving as his gulped for air.

I lay on my side, watching him breath for a moment, before reaching out to comb my fingers through his hair, as his eyes jolted open. He, in turn reached towards me, raking his fingers over my skin. He ran his nails over my arms and along my rib-cage, he scratched me as his fingers took course down into the dip of my waist and up along my hips. I stopped him, grapping his hand and pressing his fingers to my lips, before he could reach my back.

I didn't want to ruin our night together by revealing to him the darkest part of my past.