Peter held the door open for Olivia before following her inside and closing the door behind himself.

"Why don't you go get changed or whatever. Takeout is on me. I can order takeout and I can go and you can relax. It's up to you."

Olivia smiled at the his thoughtfulness.

" Order whatever you like but please, no onions on anything." Olivia told him. "I'm gonna get changed."

Peter only smiled at Olivia as she walked down the hallway to the bedroom.

Ten minutes later Olivia reappeared wearing a pair of black leggings and a pale turquoise woolen sweater.

"Hey. Food is on the way." Peter asked when Olivia sat on the couch beside him.

"Thank god. I'm starving."

"That'll be the food." Peter said, pulling out his wallet and going to the door.

After the two had laughed and joked their way through their meal, Olivia suggested finding a movie for them to watch. When Peter agreed, she picked up the TV control and began flicking through her Netflix account, looking for something better than the unrealistic cop shows that seemed to dominate the TV guide at this time of night.

"You pick something." Olivia said, passing the control to Peter as she stood up. "I have to pee."

When she returned, Peter had picked a movie. Watching the opening scene, Olivia's eyes almost popped out of her head.

"PS I Love You?" Olivia exclaimed. "I never would have pegged you for that kinda guy."

"I've never seen it. But I remember you saying it was one of your favourites."

Half an hour into the movie, Olivia and Peter had shifted so that he was slouched on the couch with his feet on the coffee table. Olivia had moved into his side at some point and her head was resting against his shoulder . She sighed as she registered the feel of his fingertips lazily drawing patterns on her shoulder.

"This is nice " Olivia commented. "Thank you."

"I want you to be happy. You didn't seem it before dinner. I wanted to change that." Peter answered softly.

"I haven't been this relaxed in a long while, Peter." Olivia answered truthfully.

"I'm glad you're relaxed. You deserve it, Liv."

Olivia lifted her head and his face for a moment. She didn't know whether it was the movie or if it was the care and affection Peter was showing her, but she had an overwhelming urge to kiss him.

Peter saw Olivia's eyes studying his features. He wouldn't even try to deny that he had been fighting the urge to kiss her for at least an hour.

Neither knew who moved first but the next thing they knew, their lips had connected in a tentative but passionate kiss. Olivia felt Peter's hand squeeze her shoulder gently, holding her to him while she let her hand linger on his chest

He ran his tongue along Olivia's bottom lip and she parted them, allowing him to deepen the kiss. She moaned softly and moved her hand from his chest to cup the side of his face.

When they parted for air, their eyes met momentarily before Olivia leaned in and kissed him a second time. Peter allowed her to deepen the kiss as he pulled her into his lap, making a small noise of appreciation when she straddled his hips.

His hands moved slowly up her back, lingering around her shoulders for a moment before they made their way back down her sides. Olivia let out a gentle moan when she felt his hands brush the sides of her breasts before they came to rest on her hips.

"You like that, huh?" Peter smiled softly when he registered her moan.

Olivia rested her forehead against Peter's as she tried to catch her breath. She smiled against his lips when he kissed her again.

Without breaking the kiss, Peter managed to maneuver their position until he was able to lie Olivia down on the couch, hovering over her.

"Wait." Olivia said. She at up a little and pulled her phone and the TV control out from under her. She chuckled as she deposited them on the coffee table.

She let out a small gasp as Peter's mouth moved to her neck. Her hands found their way inside his t-shirt and she worked it up to his shoulders, waiting for him to lift his head so she could remove it fully.

Peter allowed her to remove his shirt and throw it to the floor while he tenderly removed her sweater. Olivia sighed, letting her eyes drift closed as he straddled her, his hands coming up to massage her breasts before pulled her into a seated position and began kissing her neck as her hands moved slowly from his back down beneath the waistband of his sweats, squeezing his ass while he removed her bra.

Olivia tilted her head to allow him better access to her neck and hummed in pleasure when Peter's hands moved to the waistband of her leggings.

He chuckled and kissed her earlobe . "No panties? Never pictured you as that kinda girl."

She said nothing but allowed Peter to pull her leggings down, kicking them from her feet as she removed his sweats and underwear, leaving them both naked and breathless.

Peter lowered Olivia down onto the couch once more and she placed a hand on the back of his head, pulling him in for a kiss while she took his hard length in her other hand, eliciting a low groan from him.

He reached around and removed the clip from her hair, letting it fall around her face. "You're beautiful."

Peter kissed along her jawline and his hand travelled from the back of Olivia's neck, to her breast, making her sigh before it continued down over to her hip and then finally reached its destination between her legs. She let out a moan and began grinding involuntarily into his hand while she pumped him slowly.

Her breath caught in her throat as Peter's middle finger dipped into her wet entrance and his thumb began circling her clit. She let out a moan and arched into him.

"Peter please." Olivia whimpered as she began pumping him harder.

Peter grunted and reached down, removing Olivia's hand before he lined himself up to her entrance and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

"You're sure?"

"I'm sure." Olivia nodded. "Please, I need you."

Without a word Peter pushed into her slowly, smiling when he saw her head fall back against the cushion behind her and her fingernails dug into his shoulders. After giving her a moment to adjust to his size, he began moving in and out of her with long, slow thrusts.

Olivia moaned as one of Peter's hands moved between them and he rubbed her clit slowly. She cried out as he sped up his movements. He immediately faltered and pulled back a little to look at her.

"You okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?" Peter asked.

"I'm good. Just really, really sensitive." Olivia chuckled. She began moving with him again, moaning each time their hips met. "Ah, god, Peter..."

Olivia felt herself getting close and began to speed up her movements. It wasn't long before her entire body was trembling and she was coming hard, gasping his name over and over again.

Peter kept still inside of her as she came down from her high. She had barely regained feeling in her legs when she looked up at him with a mischievous grin.

"Sit up, I wanna ride you."

Peter wrapped an arm around Olivia's waist and pulled her up with him, staying inside her as they moved.. She positioned them so that he was reclining against the back of the couch with his feet on the floor while she straddled his hips.

Olivia linked her arms around his neck, bringing him in for a heated, almost desperate kiss as she rocked against him. She swiveled her hips and moved her lips to his neck, nipping and sucking at his pulse point.

He let out a long, low sigh, groaning when Olivia quickened her movements. He took told of her hips and started pumping into her, meeting her thrust for thrust at her rapid pace.

Peter let out a loud grunt of pleasure when Olivia braced her hands against his chest and began moving her hips even faster. She kept it up until the sensation became too much. Her arms gave in and she collapsed against his chest.

Almost immediately, she sat up again, changing the pace and rocking against him slowly as his hands ran up and down her sides and all over her back. She cried out and brought one hand to her breast, squeezing it and playing with her nipple. Peter noticed and pulled her closer before he took one nipple into his mouth, nipping, sucking and licking at it while he massaged the other with his hand.

"Faster." Olivia gasped, sitting up and bracing herself against his chest.

Peter sped up his movements as Olivia did too, both crying out as they felt their orgasms building.

Moments Peter let go, spilling inside her. The feel of his juices coating her insides triggered Olivia's own orgasm and she shook violently, almost screaming Peter's name as she came before she collapsed on top of him.

They stayed still, coming down together. Olivia's face was buried in Peter's neck and he was mindlessly drawing patterns on her back while planting soft kisses all over her shoulder and the portion of her neck he could reach.

When Olivia climbed off of him, both moaned at the loss of contact .

"That's the best sex I've ever had,I am not going anywhere."

"Neither am I." Peter replied, kissing Olivia's hand before he stood, scooping her up and carrying her to the bedroom

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