When they got back to Peter's he looked at Olivia here and now, he indulged in the luxury of watching her. The way her blouse would lift up and expose that strip of skin at her midriff when she reached up. The way her skirt would tighten around her bum when she bent down. The way her hair would swish around her shoulders when she turned her head.

Olivia caught him looking at her and she smiled. Peter felt his heart do flips in his chest at that. Even still, seeing Olivia so unabashedly appreciate his attention and return his affection was more than he could ever believe was possible.

Peter came up behind her and pulled her into his arms.

"Oh, there you are again," she laughed, recalling the way he'd surprised her just like that ealier. But her laugh turned to a moan as his hands immediately moved to places more intimate than her waist.

Peter felt strangely possessed. He needed to touch her and hold her and hear her and make her cry out his name. He wanted her so much he could hardly see straight. leaned in and kissed her, gently at first. His lips moved softly and sensually, taking his time learning the beauty of her kiss. Her hands rested on his cheeks, like they had when she'd kissed him ealier that day, but without the same desperate urgency. They were at his home. And when his tongue teased the seam of her lips, she gave a happy little whimper as she opened her mouth to him.

He continued to kiss her just as slowly and reverently as he started to undress her. His lips only left hers to pull her blouse off over her head. Olivia took the initiative of removing her own bra. Peter moved his mouth down her neck, sucking hard at her pulse point while his hands teased her bared breasts.

"God, Peter!" she moaned.

He smiled into her skin. He'd never tire of hearing her say his name like that, hearing the desire in her voice.

Olivia felt dizzy. She was lightheaded and floating, lost in the sensations of Peter's mouth and hands. She was vaguely aware that he was walking them back towards the bed. his bed.

The backs of her knees hit the edge and she fell into sitting. But she did not stay down for long. She stood up again to pull Peter's shirt off him and push his boxers down. Olivia sank down to her knees to take his erection in her mouth.

Peter let out a strangled sort of groan as her tongue swirled around the head of his cock. She sucked hard and then took him in till he hit the back of her throat. His hand tightened in her hair uncontrollably. Olivia pulled back to take a deep breath, and at that point, Peter had to stop her. If she was going to keep doing things like that, he'd have to figure out how to control himself better.

"Christ, Olivia, you'll be the death of me," he growled in awe.

He gave her another few happy kisses, this time grabbing great handfuls of her bum as he did so. "I promise, you won't ever be rid of me now," he murmured.

They got into bed together, shivering slightly under the cold sheets. Peter rolled Olivia onto her back and returned to his torturously slow manner of kissing her. She spread her legs, lifting her knees to welcome him between her thighs.

His left hand caressed her breast and his right hand went between her legs as he begin to touch her. Olivia whimpered at the feel of him. God, that man's hands! He could turn her to jelly with such little effort, it seemed. She felt his lips on her neck and his erection. His teeth nipped a little at her pulse point.

Too quickly, his talented hands had left her and she whined a bit at the loss of his touch. But she needn't have worried he went right back to the way he'd been touching her before.

Peter sucked on her earlobe and moved a bit more insistently against her. Olivia gripped him tighter and wouldn't let go incase she ruin the glorious things he was doing to her.

"You're so wet, Olivia," he growled in her ear. She nearly came on there and then.

Peter got the message that she was ready for him, but he was not quite finished yet he decide to take it up a notch his fingertips trailed down her neck again and breast and stomach to tease her wet folds. He plunged two fingers inside her without much warning, causing her to keen high and sweet. His fingers curled and thrust in just the manner that she needed. Her back arched up off the bed as her walls fluttered around him.

But then Peter surprised her. Instead of replacing his fingers with his cock, he rolled them over again so she was on top of him. She smiled. And he smiled back.

"Peter," she whispered, readjusting herself to straddle him.

"Yes, Olivia," he replied, feeling the silky-smooth skin of her thighs as she sat up.

She gently traced the smile lines around his mouth before leaning down to kiss him. "I love you, Peter," she said.

But before Peter could tell her that he loved her, too, Olivia had gotten up on her knees, taken his cock in her hand, and sunk down on him. The both of them cried out at the glorious feeling of it.

To Be Continued

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