She wants him inside of her so badly that it was bordering in pain.
Her nipples were scraping against his hot palm and she nearly cried out with the excruciating sensation.
Peter growled deep in his throat, his hand closing around her more firmly, testing the weight of her breast.
"Fuckkk" he mutters.
His finger circles her sensitized nipple and Olivia squeezes her eyes shut. She grabbed his arms and pulled his back down to bed.
She smiled at him, slipping her right leg over his hip until she sits on him intimately, her knees braced on the bed on either side of him.
His cock was painfully hard against her core and he groaned in surprise, clenching his fists into her hips as she rocked once against him.
"Open your eyes." Her voice whispered in command.
Olivia moved a little bit, unable to stop the shifting of her hips. Her hand landed on his stomach and she felt the throbbing inside of her escalate.
Then his mouth was on her, his lips immediately closed around her nipple and tugs it into his hot, wet mouth.
He draws it in, sucking gently and she can't take it. She needed him inside of her. Now.
Peter flips her back into the bed again and she eats out a strangled cry as he kisses her again, her hard nipples pressing into the heated, bare skin of his chest.
His hand sided between them, over her breast and then down again, along the curve of her hip.
When his hand found the back of her thigh, he draws it upwards, creating a cradle for his body.
He simply can't withstand anymore.
Peter drives his body forward, opening her even more.
He's surrounded by Olivia, by the scent and feel of her walls around him; by the way she bucks up against him in response.
He could feel the scratch of her fingernails along his back as he drove himself further into her.
He groaned when she raked her nails down his slick spine and over his ass, seeking even more.
He is moving inside of her harder. She takes him, stretching to accommodate him.
His hunger is primitive; he loves every curve of her body so fucking much.
Peter felt her walls close around him. Her eyes fly open and she makes a sound like she's choking.
He immediately strokes harder into her again, feeling the fierce grip of her walls around him.
He struggled to stay in her tightening body, watching her face register every thrust.
"I'm so close" she moaned.
Olivia was wrapped tight around him, their skin was slick between them.
She moved her hips up and he filled the last space inside of her.
Olivia shattered around him, moaning, screaming as her violent orgasm took her. Her eyes slammed shut as he pushed her legs even further apart and lifted higher into her.
Her body contracted like a vice around him and then he is lost too as well. Peter felt himself thicken inside of her and then he exploded, fighting for breath.
All he could hear was Olivia's moans and the primitive growl that tears from his own throat.
...
In the middle night, she woke up and started kissing his neck, his chest and his lips.
Peter was kissing her too while his hands were all over her, just skimming her bare skin beneath the covers.
She rolled onto the bed and without words he understood that she wanted him to do her from behind.
His body molded to hers, spooning her, his hand shaping the curve of her waist, feeling the weight of her breast.
She was pushing her ass back against his cock. His mouth was trailing the outline of her ear, the hollow of her neck, between her blades and down the smooth skin of her back.
His naked body pressed closer against her body and his arousal nudged at her insistently, between her legs. Olivia had tugged at him then, needing all of him on her.
Peter aligned his cock against Olivia's core and started penetrating her. She was moaning loud.
He raised her hips, lifting herself to him just a little bit. He pushed deep as hell into her from behind.
Olivia's arms slided up the bed until her hands were clutching her pillow on either side of her head.
His body was all over hers while he moved slowly. It was lazy despite the need.
"Harder" she whispered into her pillow.
From this angle, he can only sew her profile. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted and her hair was splayed out on the sheets.
He always thought she was beautiful, since the first time he saw her in the court, but this was beyond beauty.
Peter dropped his mouth to her shoulder, kissing and sucking.
" You feel so fucking good" he said huskily into her ear while he trusted harder and faster.
"Oh fuckkk" She hissed into the pillow.
His left hand covered her hand as he opened his mouth against her upper back at the base of her neck.
Olivia moaned and pushed her ass back onto him, opening further to him as he lifts himself a little and grips her hip in his left hand before exploring the curve of her ass in his palm slapping and grabbing.
"Oh my goddd" She buried her face in the pillow.
Peter was completely deep on her then, until his forehead barely rests against the back of her head.
His lips moved through her neck and all he could hear was their breathing , the sounds of their wets bodies meeting, and the slick, hot vice of her body around his cock.
"Come for me Liv" He fucked into her harder and faster until he feels her vice tighter and she shattered, screaming, her walls contracting around his cock.
He comes right behind her, groaning into her hair.