Peter was in his apartment, staring at the whiskey with a grin on his face. He was feeling good. Having dinner with Olivia the other day was absolutely great. He couldn't stop thinking about her. Couldn't stop thinking about her smile. She was absolutely gorgeous. He was deep, so deep….

Ding.

He spun around to face the door, he wasn't expecting anyone. To his surprise ,he saw Olivia standing there as he opened the door.

"Liv! Hey." He grinned, "Come in"

He watched her walking towards him. She threw her jacket on top of the couch .

He raised an eyebrow. "it's everything ok?"

"Yeah. It's just..Well, I was alone in my apartment and I wanted to see you" she smiled to him.

"Well you sure can read my mind. I was just going to call and invite you over" he said, grabbing her hand and leading her to the sofa.
He sat down next to her. "I was just watching this movie. It's pretty boring though" he smiled, "Want some beer?"

She just stared at him. He couldn't hide his grin. Her brown hair was shining; her face flushed; her lips so plump and red that he just wanted to kiss the hell outta her.

It was as if she was reading his mind. It was before he could even register what was happening - one second she was smiling up at him and the next second, she came crashing into him. Her lips pressed tightly against his, her whole body weight pushing against him.

He never thought he'd do it, but he pulled back from the kiss and he pushed her away. His hands rested on her shoulders as he saw her eyes flutter open, her expression confused, eyebrows furrowed.

"Peter?" she questioned.

He shook his head at her, sighing loudly. "Liv, what are you doing?"

"Well, that should be obvious," she smirked as her hand reached out to tug on the buttons of his shirt. When his sombre expression didn't change, "I-I just thought...don't you..." she paused as her smirk faded, "want to?"

"Damn it, Liv, of course I want to. But, are you sure..."

"Believe me. I am sure" she whispered, her face unbelievably close to his own. He could smell her shampoo, the hint of her perfume and her hot breath in his face. God she smelled so good.

He fely intoxicated now, even more so when she ended up straddling him, legs folded on either side of his thighs. How'd she even get there so quickly? It was like his brain was moving in slow motion and he couldn't find it in himself to pick her up and move her aside.

Her lips were moving towards his again, but she swerved slightly, landing a kiss to the side of his mouth, small kisses peppering his face, drifting across his chin up to his ear. She tugged at his earlobe with her teeth before sucking on it briefly. "Peter, please."

The man only had so much willpower. In mere seconds, he was on his feet, hands gripping her thighs tightly as she wrapped her legs around his waist. His lips found hers, her mouth opening easily as his tongue found hers. He stumbled blindly to his bedroom, hands leaving Olivia's thighs briefly, if at all, to ensure they didn't fall over or walk into any furniture.

Walking in the room he looked back up at her and smiled when her eyes returned to his, the sparkle there making his heart flutter with something he wasn't ready to admit to.

"I want you so bad," he groaned . One hand cupped her ass as the other went to assist in pulling his shoes off, followed by his socks.

"Then take me" she moaned into his ear.

He growled as he kissed her. Her hands gripped his face, pulling him closer to her. He bent over slightly and dropped her gently on the edge of the bed, her legs hanging off the end.

He stood straight as he worked to slide off his suit jacket, fingers then moving to unbutton his shirt. She was eyelevel to his belt and she reached out to undo it.
She finally slid the belt out of the loops, tossing it carelessly to the floor next to them and then tugged at the button and zipper of his trousers.

"Liv" he groaned.

"Mmm yeah?" she exclaimed, a wide grin appearing on her face.

"Pleasee"

And then his trousers were around his ankles and her hands were traveling along the waistband of his boxers. In one quick motion he dropped to his knees before her, her hand dropping from his boxers. He'd only just realized that she was still fully clothed. He grabbed at her legs, his hands moving to tug the boots from her feet. He slid off her socks and a small gasp escaped her lips.

He couldn't hide his grin, "Ticklish?" he questioned, not waiting for an answer and standing up just enough so that they were eyelevel with each other.

She took the opportunity to wrap her arms around his neck and pull him in for another kiss. With one arm wrapped around her waist and the other stabilizing himself, he lifted her up and moved her to rest her head on the pillows.

He slid down her body, hands gripping the hem of her shirt and slowly sliding it up. Her hands reached down to run through his hair as he dropped kisses along her abdomen up to the underside of her breasts. He tugged the shirt off her body and threw it far away from the bed. His hands ran the lines of her bra, fingers tracing along the underwire before skimming down her sides towards her jeans. She shivered and he grinned, pleased at himself. He expertly popped the button and tugged the denim from her legs smoothly before returning his attention higher.

He slid the bra strap from her right shoulder, open mouthed kisses trailing from one shoulder to the other as he repeated the action, teeth lightly scraping against her collarbone along the way.

"Peter" she moaned, "get on with it. You're killing me here..."

"Patience" he smiled against her skin, her back arching slightly as he reached behind her for the clasp, slipping the hooks and pulling the garment off.

His hands immediately cupped her full breasts, thumbs stroking back and forth against her nipples, watching them tighten in the cool air. He looked up at her. Her eyes were closed, brows furrowed in what he could only assume was sexual frustration. His right hand pulled at her nipple and her eyes popped open.

"I want you to watch me, Olivia"

She whimpered, her eyes closing again briefly before coming to rest on his. He gripped the back of her knees, tugging her legs to wrap around his waist. His eyes held hers as his left hand fell on her hip, his right hand returned to its adventures along her breast, his tongue stretching out to circle her left nipple before pulling it into his hot mouth, sucking softly.

"Oh god" she moaned, one hand tightly gripping the sheets at her hip, the other tugging at his hair, fingernails scraping against his scalp. His hand left her breast to pry hers from the sheets, their fingers intertwining as he moved to give her right nipple the same treatment. Her back arched and he smiled against her.

He kissed between her breasts, trailing his kisses down to her bellybutton, his tongue briefly dipping inside before he laid a kiss in the middle of her panties. His hand separated from hers as he moved to tug them down. His eyes met hers and she nodded, her lips parted in anticipation.

He slid them down slowly. Fuck. She was perfection. His hands slid up and down her thighs teasingly, slowly for a few moments before. He slid back up her body

"You're so beautiful Liv"

She grinned back at him.

She reached for his boxers as he did and they tugged them down together. She reached for his cock, a single hand sliding up and down the shaft slowly, teasingly. She'd been waiting to do this since the first time she saw him.

Her thumb circled the head, the slickness there exciting her. She was so distracted that she wasn't keeping track of his hands and she wasn't prepared when two of his fingers slid easily inside of her. Her grip on his cock tightened and he groaned loudly, his forehead falling to rest in the crook of her neck. Her other hand traveled up his abs and across his chest, ghosting across his nipple before resting on the back of his neck.

His thumb slid across her clit before he pulled his fingers from inside of her. She tugged at his cock before sliding it against her own entrance, he hissed softly before thrusting inside of her in one long stroke.

They moaned in unison, the feeling familiar yet so new. His hands reached up to grab hers, this time both sets of fingers intertwining, Peter holding their joined hands above Olivia's head, pressing into the mattress enough to stabilize himself above her. Their lips met again as he slid in and out, her hips meeting his with every stroke.

Suddenly his hands lefts hers. His arms wrapped around her middle as he pulled her up into a seated position in his lap, her legs folded and knees against his thighs. His hands gripped her hips tightly as she rocked into him, their foreheads pressed together, eyes closed.

He groaned hard at the feeling around his cock. He could only think about the softness of her; her fingertips ghosting across his arms and down his back, her breasts and pointed nipples pressed against his chest, her thighs gripping his, and her walls tugging at his cock.

One of his hands buried itself in her curls as he heard her breathing pick up its pace. Her walls were just starting to flutter around him. He was grateful as he didn't know how much longer he could hold off. He talked too much smack to be the one to come first here. His eyes popped open and he grinned though she couldn't see him. He reached between them and found her clit, swiping his thumb across it with purpose. She gasped and he felt her walls closing in on him tighter. She wasn't rocking into him at the same smooth pace, her movements becoming a little hastier, uneven, frantic. Her brown eyes opened, bright but filled with lust and met his green ones.

"Shit Liv. Come for me" he teased as he felt her grip on his shoulders tighten.

"Oh oh god yesss" she whimpered, her eyes squeezing shut.

"Let go Liv, I want to watch you." He leaned toward her and their lips locked as he continued to slide his finger against her. He broke their kiss, "And I want you to watch me."

She moaned aloud as her eyes fluttered open again to find his. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she finally found release, her walls squeezing at him as he felt himself going over the edge along with her. She couldn't help herself. It was too much and her eyes slid closed as she barely whispered his name. His forehead fell to rest against hers.

"Fuck, Liv," he mumbled against her lips and she smiled against him. "We should have done this a long time ago." She laughed as she pressed a kiss to the side of his mouth, her forehead coming to rest on his shoulder. He kissed her neck as he lifted her, pulling himself out of her and laying her back on the bed.

She looked up at him for a moment before her eyes slipped closed. He pulled off the top blanket from the bed and from under her body. Throwing it aside, he pulled a thicker blanket from the closet and returned to the bed. Her eyes were closed and he was pretty sure she was out already. He slid her form a little further to the left and threw the blanket on top of her as he slid in beside her.

...

She didn't know how long it had been. Her eyes had been closed since the second he laid her down on the bed and went to get that blanket.

She could feel his patterned breathing next to her. A slow and smooth in and out that could only mean that he was asleep. She chanced it and slowly peeked one eye open. He lay on his stomach, head turned to face her. The real problem here was the heavy arm draped across her middle. Oh, and the fact that his face was only a few inches away. One wrong move and he'd be wide awake and looking right at her.

She sighed. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all…

She adjusted the blanket around and off her right side. She slowly reached for his wrist, lightly pulling his arm up high enough that she could squeak right out of the bed...or at least out of his arms for now.

She thought she was about to make a clean getaway, but then-

"Liv?" his sleep filled voice croaked out.

"Hm?" she answered back.

"Where are you goin?" he questioned, eyes barely open, if at all.

"Bathroom"

That perked him up. He raised his head from the pillow a few inches. "Want something to eat?" his barely open eyes searching her face for answers.

"That would be great" she answered quickly from the bathroom door.

...

They just finished eating. She was sitting on the island and he was between her legs, kissing her hungrily.

"What?" she questioned smiling.

"Nothing. It's just…I can't believe this is happening. I'm glad you came here tonight" his arm reached out for her.

"Me too" she wishpered against his lips.

He stared at with a silly grin on his face before he pulled her in for a kiss. Her hands grasping his hair. His tongue reached out immediately and was welcomed by hers.

He reached down, gripping her thighs and lifting her into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist in a now familiar action.

"I'll never be tired of this " he breathed as he pulled away from her lips. He started to walk back towards his bedroom.

His touch was searing, leaving a path of fire, his lips soft and yet desperate against hers. Molding herself against him, her hands roving through his hair and gripping the shorts hairs tightly, she smirked when he groaned in her mouth, and in retribution he used his talented tongue to leave her gasping for breath.

With a grin that turned into a growl, he stood from the bench with her still wrapped around him and carried her through to his bedroom, kissing and touching her every step of the way.

Laying her down on top of the white sheets, he took a moment to gaze down at the beautiful woman before him. He couldn't believe how incredibly lucky he was to have her in his life.

Peter stretched himself out on top of her, his hands on either side of her head as he gazed down at her with such affection that Olivia felt herself blush. "Liv, you're all that I want"

Olivia swallowed, feeling overwhelmed with emotion. She heard the truth in every word he spoke and raising her hand to caress his cheek, she pulled him to her once more. He kissed her so deeply that she didn't know who was breathing for who, but his mouth and tongue tasted like heaven.

Every inch of their skin was touching, hands caressing and lips tasting. Peter groaned when Olivia dragged her nails down his back. In one smooth movement of his hips he buried himself inside her. Being inside her was a sensation he couldn't even begin to describe. He hissed a breath through clenched teeth to stop himself from losing control. One of her legs hooked around his hips on impulse and her fingers twisted in the sheets.

Her muscles clenched around him, her eyes closing in pure bliss. He took one of her smaller hands in his much larger one, lacing their fingers and holding it above her head. Olivia turned her head and pressed a breathless kiss to the inside of his wrist.

Peter moved slowly at first, savouring the way she sighed and quivered, then clutched at him with the hand he hadn't captured. Her moans of pleasure muffled when he pressed his lips to hers.

Shifting his hips a few times and changing his pace until one thrust made Olivia dig her nails into his shoulders and cry out. His motions were subtle but deliberate and his body so close to hers that he was creating friction in all the right places.

She started getting louder and he had never heard anything more delicious as she wordlessly, incoherently vocalised her pleasure, urging him on. Her body arched against him and her nails clawed at his back more than likely drawing blood, but he knew that was one flaw he'd happily have marking his skin. She was writhing underneath him in sheer pleasure.

Sunddenly her head fell back on the pillow, her entire body tensing and for one glorious instant a ripple ran through her body like a wave of electricity, pulsing through her and into him.

Her own climax pushed Peter spiralling into his, his body seeking hers with a desperation and need he hadn't known could exist. He groaned and buried his head in the crook of her neck, trailing wet kisses along her flushed skin.

He took his weight on his elbows, not even remotely ready to move out of her. He looked at her closely, his heart beating wildly in his chest.

He was staring down at her with a wide smile and she couldn't help but smile.

"That was amazing" He wishpered, shifting his hips and making her moan, her eyes sliding shut in a state of euphoria. "Care to go again?" he questioned, pressing his lips over her heart.

Her eyes widened and she squeaked out, "What are you? 20?"

"Haha very funny. With you, I could go all night."

Olivia thought she might have blacked out a little, but found herself awakened by the handsome man on top of her moving inside her once more and she released a muted whimper. He was going to kill her, she was literally going to die by sex.

Well, there were worse ways to go.

"Fuck Liv," he rumbled smoothly, thrusting deep inside of her. "I want you for the rest of my life"

She clung to his confession and figured this was the right moment to tell him how much she loved him.

"I'm yours" she breathed on the side of his neck.

He closed his eyes in response to her admission. He couldn't ask for more. He was here inside of the woman he loved. And she loved him too.

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