Olivia took her time. She moved slowly and purposefully, dragging him in and out of her. Her hands rested on his chest to brace herself. Peter watched her in complete awe, marveling at the majesty of her. His own hands wandered her body, from her breasts to her bum and everywhere in between.
Eventually, she began to speed up till she was riding him in earnest and her head was thrown back in ecstasy. Peter waited till she came, till she was spent of her energy, then he held her against his chest and bent his knees to pound up into her. Olivia whimpered at the force of his thrusts, carrying her through her aftershocks until they were both finally finished.
Their bodies were slick with sweat and their limbs were sprawled all over and tangled together. They were panting, trying to each catch their breaths as racing hearts began to slow.
Olivia was starting to get a cramp in her leg, and she could feel Peter going soft inside her. She rolled off him to flop onto her back. Every part of her was tingling with exhaustion and sated pleasure.
"I don't know how long we'll be having sex every single night, particularly with our schedules and such".
Peter took that moment to summon his strength and roll over onto his stomach. He reached over to gently trace his hand over her stomach and hips.
"Maybe when we come home tomorrow, I'll take you in the kitchen. Or on the sofa after dinner. Perhaps we could have a go in the shower," he suggested.
Olivia bit her lip as she gazed at him, her eyes sparkling. "You've got quite a naughty streak, haven't you, Peter?"
"You've inspired some very naughty things in me, Miss Benson," he teased back.
She smiled. "It's a bit weird, really, you and I having fun together. But it's not. I mean…" she trailed off, her brow furrowing as she tried to find the words. "This feels perfectly wonderful, doesn't it?"
"Yes, it does, Peter agreed.
"But to think that you and I could have ever gotten to this is almost laughable, what with where we started."
He knew she was right, but he did not like to think about it. He did not want her to think about it. And so he leaned in and kissed her softly. "Where we started is all part of what brought us here. But as we learned over the last two months, that's not everything between us. We can still be happy, you and me, without all the baggage of our past. And I think that's what's important, don't you?"
And Olivia was back to smiling. "Yes Peter, I do."
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