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Chapter Three

"I Win."

Peter's head falls back against the couch cushions at her words as a low chuckle escapes him.

"You Win, Sweetheart."

He reaches down before she can move from her place and catches her under the elbows pulling her up his body to straddle his waist and his half hard erection still throbbing against the empty air at the mere sight of her, and the memory of what that amazing mouth that's smiling at him just did.

"What can I get you for your prize, hmm?"

He lets his hands trail up her arms and down her back, pulling her pelvis against his to grind one thigh between her legs just so until she gasps and grips his biceps.

"Can I kiss you?" He feels like he should ask even after what she's done to him.

When she whispers her answer against his lips he cannot help himself; he consumes her.

Twists himself around her arms and legs and teeth and tongue. He's going to swallow her whole, eat her alive especially when she gasps into his mouth and makes that mewling sound as his hands caress her back pressing her further into him…but it's not enough, God it could never be enough….He flips her somehow without dropping them both onto the floor. Pinning her beneath him so that he has her pressed into the couch and she melds against every inch of him as their mouths tangle together and he tastes her and him on his tongue and it's the most fucking erotic thing he thinks he's ever tasted, him and Olivia together.

He will never get over how good she feels underneath him rocking her hips against him and he feels like a horny teenager all over again and the feeling un-nerves him and lights his senses on fire all at once.

"Olivia, Let me touch you?"

He wants this so bad his whole body is shaking and he's sure that she can feel it the way they're pressed together. The realization that Olivia, his gorgeous sexy pragmatic Olivia is not only a Virgin but that she is allowing him to touch her like this, is the most humbling thing Peter has ever experienced.

He wants to do nothing to hurt her, he only wants to worship her in any way that she will let him.

With a start Peter realizes that he's more than nervous, he's afraid that he will mess this up somehow.

But then she's pressing her mouth to his again and she's telling him yes, to touch her; please touch her as she undoes the top button on her own jeans; perhaps sensing his hesitation; they have gotten so much better at reading each other without words.

And Peter is once again distracted from thought by the fresh view of skin now available to him, mimicking her earlier actions he moves down her body to the waistband of her jeans where her tank has ridden up with their movements Peter places his mouth to the skin there feeling her jump and gasp as his tongue darts across her hip bone, letting his mouth explore this new expanse of Olivia skin that coats his senses with the tempting sweetness and erotic flavor that is hers and hers alone.

Popping the remaining buttons on her jeans Peter hooks his fingers through the belt loops on either side of her hipbones and skates the material down over her legs, exposing more luscious Olivia skin. His hands skim down her calves and he reaches to grasp her left knee bending it up to press kisses to the inside skin there while he slides her pant leg free letting him place one of her legs on the floor spreading her for his perusal. She watches him silently and it's got to be one of the most erotic situations he's ever found himself in; gazing on her perfect body still partially hidden from him by the peek-a-boo creamy lace that still covers her sex.

He considers taking these off too but stops himself; unsure if she will let him, and afraid to ask incase she changes her mind and stops him all together.

Peter hikes his own jeans back to a more comfortable position and lowers himself to his belly between her knees, his own knees bent behind him ankles crossed as he drinks her in with his eyes from this new angle lazily allowing one hand to trail up the leg he's positioned on the floor to make room for himself against her on the couch. His mouth soon follows his hand tracing the same trail up first one leg, and then down the other as she moans and thrusts her hips towards him in obvious invitation.

Peter follows up by pressing soft open mouthed kisses just at the juncture of her hips mesmerized now by the way her own fingers clutch the cushions edge her other hand trailing through his hair as she presses her hips up to meet this new assault with a soft sigh.

"Peter, you can touch me" her whisper is soft and breathy as he places a few more kisses just outside the lace that covers her most sensitive of places, still unsure; unlike his erection throbbing once more in need trapped beneath him.

His hand trails up her leg again to ghost over the lace covering her and this time when her hips rock towards him it's with a gasp and a moan of his name as she shakes before him head thrown back. And he thinks that if such a feather touch can make her shake like that, and gasp his name; what will she do when he's got her taste on his lips, and his tongue inside her?

He needs to find out, every nerve in his body burns with the need. Slowly lowering his head to the lace covering her still, helping him keep his sanity intact; Peter lets his tongue trace over the heat he finds there. Snaking his arms out to wrap around her hips when she bucks against him once more her back arching off the couch at his touch.

He laps at her in earnest, tracing patterns over her skin through the long soaked silken fabric. Sucking against her entrance, and circling her clit with his lips, pressing against her, running his teeth over her there; while she grinds against him and thrashes in his hold and he bathes in the wash of sounds that echo through her chest as she cries out each new sensation. Gasps each new touch into the room, moans his name and squirms against him one leg now over his shoulder so that he can keep her as close as possible to his questing mouth.

She's salty sweet against his tongue, and molten lava against his senses and still it's not enough; dipping his fingers beneath the edge of her ruined undergarment Peter traces his fingers over her smooth skin again; letting her pooling wetness slide against his fingers as he caresses her entrance with two fingertips, testing her reactions to this new sensation as she thrusts against his mouth still devouring her clit.

"Peter," his name slides out on a moan as his fingers slide over her entrance again nearly scorched by the heat radiating from her core as she bucks against him almost driving him into her depths.

"Off," She impatiently reaches for the waistband of her own panties when he doesn't seem to get the message and Peter moves to grasp her hands pinning them against her own skin. He presses his forehead to her thigh with a few ragged breathes to steady himself again- an almost impossible task with the scent of Olivia sex in the air and the taste of her heady arousal already on his tongue.

It would be all too easy to let her shuck this last barrier and dive inside her but Peter is clinging to the last semblances of his self control. But he's not sure how much more of an assault against his self control he can take as his cock throbs in time with the heartbeat roaring in his ears, painfully swollen as he unconsciously grinds himself down into the friction of his own jeans and the couch cushions once more.

"Olivia," His voice is a growl against her skin and he can't help his teeth sliding across her to leave the barest of marks against her as his fingers press into her hips possessively.

He dips one hand again to the juncture of her sex, dipping beneath the lace to slide his fingers over her heat, letting first one press ever so carefully against her sliding through the molten layers of flesh that squeeze and spasm at his entrance as Olivia's back arches and he brings his mouth to her clit once more nipping and sucking against her.

He slides his finger back to add another to this achingly slow invasion of her body, slowly tracing against her entrance again with this new appendage before dipping inside her; feeling her body clamp down on him as she rocks against him. Gasping his name on each breath and moaning for more; please more, as he pumps his fingers inside her grasping the lace crotch of her panties and twisting them aside to let his tongue slide over her folds, circling her clit and pressing his attention there, as his fingers continue to work more of the delicious nectar that is hers and hers alone from her core.

Drawing his sex soaked fingers back to gaze at the view spread out before him once more Peter catches Olivia's eyes as she watches him through heavy lashes. He's fascinated by the way her breath catches as she watches him raising his fingers to his mouth and sucking the traces of her flavor off of them reveling in the taste of her, all sweet and salty and heaven mixed with the beer against his tongue.

"You taste so fucking good."

Before she can respond his mouth is against her once more, this time it's his tongue that stabs into her parting her flesh and drinking her in as his fingers circle her clit as she bucks against his mouth, trembling against him as her back arches and with a few harsh flicks of his thumb and a few fingers added to the assault his tongue is staging against her core she shatters above him, around him, through him.

Peter can feel her release all the way to his toes, as she bucks against his mouth, convulsing and shaking as wave after wave of orgasm brings more delicious Olivia essence to his tongue, as his fingers press against her spasming walls, rocking against her G spot just so and sending another fresh set of sensations rocketing out into her epicenter to join her orgasm.

He laps at her until he feels her start to come back down to him; her breath ragged and throaty as her fingers curl in his hair. Peter lets his fingers slip from her heat and presses soft kisses against her hip and thigh before ghosting a trail up her abdomen, pausing to dip his tongue into her belly button and trace his fingers over her ribs, testing the softness of the skin there against his own.

When he reaches her neck he places another kiss against her collar bone, and just below her ear whispering to her how fucking unbelievably beautiful and erotic she is, and does she have any idea how she makes him feel, and what it's doing to him to touch her like this as her fingers twist in his rumpled hair and her mouth finds his and Peter finds himself once more pressed against her length with his tongue warring with her own and the taste of them together on his tongue and the soft moans she breaths into his kiss is better than any drug known to man.

This is his addiction right here, She has always been his brand of drug; but now that he's tasted her, felt her, heard her gasp and scream his name as she comes undone-he is lost.

There is no going back; not that Peter would ever want to. No, He knows without a doubt that he cannot go back to the way things have been between them, to do so would be suicide.

He can't live without her.

~Fringe~**~Fringe~

To be Continued….Chapter Four is already partially written.

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