Olivia looked at the time on her phone as she waited for Peter to open the door to let her into his apartment.
Olivia couldn't help the smirk that plastered itself to her face when Peter opened the door. He was wearing nothing but a pair of sweats and Olivia allowed her eyes to wander over his chiseled muscles.
She had been surprised when Peter had phoned her at work. All he had said was 'My place. Wear your sweats. You're staying at my place.' then he had hung up and Olivia had been left staring at her phone in a mixture of amusement, confusion and anticipation. She didn't know what had gotten into him, but they'd been so busy that lately they hadn't had a lot of free time.
"You're later than I expected." Peter grinned as he led Olivia into the living room of his apartment.
"I had to wait for Fin." Olivia replied, removing her jacket.
"So, are you here to take me up on my offer, or are you here to tell me to go to hell because you're not a booty call?"
"I'm here so you can fuck me senseless." Olivia answered as the shirtless captain approached her slowly.
"You have such a way with words." Peter chuckled as he wrapped his arms around Olivia's waist and began to kiss her neck, walking her backwards in the direction of his bedroom.
"I don't need words for what you're about to do to me." Olivia whispered before she captured Petee's lips with her own.
Peter lifted Olivia effortlessly as they kissed. He carried her to his bedroom, lowering her gently onto his bed. As she fell onto it, he climbed on top of her, straddling her hips.
Olivia broke the kiss and gasped for breath as she unzipped her hoody to reveal her bare skin beneath. As Peter gazed at her bare chest, Olivia pulled his sweatpants and boxers off in one swift movement, freeing his erection.
Peter slipped his hands from her shoulders, down the curve of her sides and then into her NYPD sweats. He grinned against her lips when he discovered that she wasn't wearing any underwear. He guided the material down the length of her legs before she kicked it off and he climbed on top of her.
"You're sure about this?" Peter asked.
"I need you." Olivia gasped as her own hand came into contact with her sensitive clit.
"Let me." Peter took Olivia's hand from between her legs and replaced it with his own.
When he felt how wet she was he grinned at her, circling her clit with his tongue a few times before he came back up to straddle her and pushed into her.
He gave her a moment to adjust before he began pounding into her relentlessly. With every thrust she let out a loud cry of ecstasy, getting lost in the feeling of Peter moving within her.
Just as she felt her orgasm building, Peter pulled out completely, sending her a smirk when he saw her about to protest.
Without a word, he took her in his arms and held her close, her breasts flush against his chest. He pressed his lips to hers as he pushed into her slowly. He cupped the back of her head with one hand, kissing her neck while the other hand made its way between them.
When his hand reached its destination, Peter pulled away from Olivia almost completely, leaving only his thumb drifting over her clit. Olivia's eyes met his and he could almost see her begging him to just let her cum.
When he entered her again, he did so forcefully and without warning. Olivia let out a loud scream of pleasure and her eyes squeezed shut against the feeling. It was too much but she wasn't about to tell him to stop - even if she was seeing stars.
Peter felt Olivia's walls begin to clench around him and the sensation drove him almost to the edge, grunting with every quick and powerful thrust into her.
Even as her orgasm overwhelmed her, she could feel Peter continuing his movements, only stopping when her walls tightened around him in a vice grip, preventing him from moving.
Peter took Olivia's weak and breathless form into his arms and held her as she continued to spasm as she came down from her orgasm.
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