Here's chapter three. Peter's imagination might get quite vivid... That's my excuse anyway ;)
Everything about what he's doing is unforgivable, but he can't remember the last time he felt so turned on, so alive. And it's barely even started.
Any hopes of cooling down in the shower have long since gone now. As the water runs down his body, he only hopes it might wash away his guilt, as he closes his eyes again and thinks of her.
They're still in his living room, but as they kiss passionately, desperately, they could be anywhere now. They're lost in each other, arms intertwined, his fingers buried in her hair, her hands stroking the soft skin of his back.
But he wants more. Lowering his mouth to her neck, he presses his lips against her warm skin, kissing her, sucking against her neck. She laughs, pulling his body closer to her and he thrills as he feels her breasts, pressing against his chest.
Then her mouth urgently seeks his again. Her kisses are slower now, but deeper, even more intense, and they both know it's about to get serious.
As he pauses to catch his breath for a moment, he luxuriates in the sensation of the water trickling down his body, wishing it was Carla's hands sliding over his skin, her mouth against his cock.
A sudden thought hits him. Maybe it would be less like cheating if he imagined Carla taking control. He almost laughs at the futility of it, but the idea is in his mind now. He can't deny the appeal.
She pushes him hard, and he moans as his back slams into the wall, but she doesn't give him time to recover. She forces her body against him, her mouth only an inch from his, but when he tries to kiss her, she backs away, smiling wickedly.
Forcefully she runs her hands down his biceps, letting him know that despite his greater strength, she's in charge.
He's awed by her dark beauty as she looks deep into his eyes, moving her hand to his face, her touch unbearably light against his cheek.
She slowly slides down his body, tantalising him with soft touches, occasional kisses against his chest. The space between them feels charged and every time her lips touch his body, his lust reignites. By the time she's near his waist, he finds himself calling out her name, begging her.
At his impatience, she finally relents. As her hands reach his hips, she speeds up, grasping at his belt, unzipping him, tugging down his jeans and boxers. She's rough with him, but that's how he wants it.
He's so hard now, intensely aware of his nakedness as he stands before her. Her eyes fix on his cock, a smile flickering on her lips as she kneels close to him. Then he waits, his heart pounding, his body tense, as he feels her warm breath on him and the anticipation is almost too much.
Finally she places her hand on his hip. He stops breathing for a moment as she leans forward and kisses the tip of his cock. He moans, the pleasure exquisite as her lips part, and he feels her mouth wet around him. Then she takes him deeper into her mouth, her tongue moving along his length, circling ….
Sharply he brings himself back to reality, realising he's about to come, knowing he doesn't want to yet. He leans against the wall of the shower, reeling from the intensity of his imagination. It almost kills him to hold back, but he's not finished yet.
He stands there desperately trying to clear his mind, desperately thinking of anything except her soft lips around his cock, but his mind won't obey him any more.
As a last resort, he turns the shower temperature right down, and a burst of icy water dampens his lust. For now.