Home Cuming

Home Cuming

As Ava drove home from a very long day at the office, her mind kept drifting off, fantasizing about her fiancé Mark and all the dirty things she was hoping he would do to her tonight. She hated when Mark traveled, but she loved how hungry for her he was when he returned. She knew she was in for the foreplay she craved with the man who knew her body better than anyone ever had before.

Ava watched the cookie cutter homes in her gated community pass by and wondered if anyone else she knew liked the sexual predilections that her and her lover often expressed. She knew that acts such as theirs were never discussed openly, or even hinted at, in their upper middle class suburban community, but still she wondered how unique they were.

Ava pulled into her driveway and was disappointed when she didn't see Mark's car. He text her from the airport over an hour ago so she thought for sure he would beat her home. And she thought, or wished, he would be waiting to play upon her arrival. Ava gathered her purse and briefcase from the passenger seat and entered the house. Her heels clicked across the marble foyer floor, and the sound brought her back to the day Mark left for his trip, when he had pinned her up against the front door, needing her one more time to make up for the spell they would be apart.

Ava's body heated in anticipation, and she thought a glass of wine would be a good idea to settle her nerves. As she poured the crimson colored liquid into her glass, she could feel the lacy thong between her thighs becoming moist. As she sipped and swirled the fruity concoction in her mouth, her mind once again drifted back to her beloved. Ava hoisted herself up in the corner of the countertop and settled her heels on either side of her; exposing the blooming crux of pleasure to the coolness of the air in the kitchen. She tilted her head back until it hit the cabinet door behind her, and slid her hand between her thighs. She moved the thin strip of fabric to the side and teased her glistening seam with her delicate painted fingernail as she thought of Mark and the many ways he would take her once he got home.

Mark pulled into the driveway and was elated to see Ava's car parked on her side of the driveway. He had been waiting for this part of his day since he woke up in his lonely hotel room this morning, hard and desperately needing a release. Traveling was always difficult for him when Ava didn't join. He missed her, and although he knew she would never stray, he hated leaving her with her needs unfulfilled. He knows she is just as hungry, sexually, as he is, but he discourages her from pleasing herself in his absence because he loves how eager she becomes when she doesn't cum for days on end.

Mark quietly entered the house in hopes of surprising Ava in the shower, or even better, naked and waiting for him in their bedroom. Just as he approached the stairs, he caught a glimpse of her leg propped up on the counter. His heart sank. He was fearful of what he would find in his kitchen. He heard her soft moans and his fists clenched. If there was anyone in his house, fucking his woman, he was going to lose his mind. He swiftly and silently walked toward the kitchen and just as Ava came into full view his shoulders relaxed.

She was alone.

He looked her over, and he felt his semi go to full blown throbbing as he gazed at the woman before him. Her shiny black heels firmly planted on the multi colored granite top was what he noticed first. His eyes roamed up black silky stockings to the pale skin that peeked out the top to reveal her bare womanhood that was drawing him in like a laser beam. Even though he was relieved that she was alone, he was jealous of the digits that were touching what he owns, even if they are her own he didn’t like it.

He stalked closer and saw how turned on she was. He noted the arch of her back and the feverish way she rubbed herself. Just as she bent her fingers at the knuckle, to enter the temple that he worshiped, his nostrils flared, and he exhaled loudly. She was beautiful and all his, but she had disobeyed him, and that was cause for punishment.

Ava's eyes lazily opened to reveal her beloved, and her hands instinctively paused. Mark grabbed Ava's hand and lifted it to his lips. He smelled the arousal on the tips of her fingers and painted his lips with her essence before shoving them into his mouth and licking the indulgence from her fingers. He loved the way she tasted, the way she smelled, the way she felt. He wanted nothing more than to pull her close and kiss the hell out of her, but he needed to stay focused. He knew what she craved from him, what they both needed from each other. The push and pull of Dominant and Submissive is what they both desired from day one. Mark needed to put his own needs to the side to sate his cherished possession.

"Get down, Ava," Mark ordered. The coolness in his tone disappointed Ava at first, but in a flash she knew the game had begun when his eyes revealed his intentions.

"Yes, sir," Ava naturally answered and slinked off the counter.

Mark untied the bow on the side of her navy blue wrap dress and watched as it fell open to reveal a black lace, La Pearla bra and panty set he bought for her on his last business trip. He wanted to smile, he really did, but he kept his face impassive as he slid the dress off her shoulders.

"Take the rest off yourself." Mark knew that if he kept touching her it would be game over. He took a step back and watched her do as he asked.

Ava removed her lingerie, rolled down her stockings, and kicked off her shoes, into a messy pile on the floor near her feet. Mark walked out of the kitchen, and Ava knew she needed to follow. Without a word, he walked into his office and stood at the far end of the room. Ava dutifully followed, and when Mark snapped his fingers, she folded her legs and kneeled, facing the wall. Although Ava couldn't see his face, Mark smiled at her from above, then shoved his hands in his pockets to restrain himself, yet again, from touching her and ending this game before it started.

Without another word, Mark stomped out of the office and into their adjoining bedroom where he very loudly made an audible show of stripping off his clothes. Mark made sure to pull his tie from his shirt quickly so the sound of the silk rubbing against his shirt could be heard from where Ava was in the next room. He then undid his belt, making a snapping sound by folding it in half then pulling it taut. The loud popping sound echoed off the dark wooden walls in his office. He glanced through the door as Ava's back straightened, and her shoulders rose and fell with each panting breath.

Ava could hear him. The swoosh of his tie, the snap of his belt, the thump of his shoes hitting the floor before he turned on the shower, but Mark didn’t close the bathroom door. She wanted nothing more than to go to him, but she knew he was angry with her. She disobeyed him and if there is one thing Mark requires more than anything it is control. Ava always looked forward to their play sessions and anticipated them throughout the day. She enjoyed knowing that she made him happy when he had a rough day at work. She craved his touch, especially when he would come home with nothing more than her on his mind.

Ava had found a man who understood her like no one ever had before. He knew her body better than she knew it herself. She had never had this type of relationship with a man before, and ever since she tasted it, she knew it would be all she ever wanted. From the erotic promises he sends her throughout the day, to the small touches at night, she knows that Mark loves her. And for Ava, the best way for her to return those feelings are to give him the greatest gift she could ever bestow upon him, her unconditional trust and submission.

Mark tried to steady his heart rate as the hot water from the shower beat down on him. He was so turned on by the image of Ava sitting on the counter, he found himself, more than once, stroking his shaft absentmindedly. Mark leaned his back against the cool glass wall and played out a different scenario in his head than what actually happened. He imagined kneeling before his goddess and shoving his face between her thighs before bending her over the kitchen counter as he pounded into her mercilessly. Just as her beautiful face came into focus behind his eyelids, he spurt hot thick goo all over the opposite wall. It was just what Mark needed to regain his focus so he was able to control himself for the scene that was about to play out.

After cleaning himself up, Mark stepped out of the shower and dried off.  He walked through the bedroom and saw that Ava was a bit more relaxed, but still in sub position; head bowed with her hands on her upper thighs. He knew she was thinking about him, he could feel it. They somehow had this almost psychic connection to each other; as if they were so in tuned with each other they could read the other's minds. They often talked without saying a word. A glance or a motion would be all he needed to know when they were making love or playing out a scene. They had safe words, sure, but they had yet to use them. He knew what Ava wanted and needed from him. He treasured her submission and cherished her infinitely for giving it to him.

But this was a punishment. Mark threw open the door and Ava's belly fluttered as if a swarm of butterflies just hatched inside her. She heard his steps on the hardwood floor. She kept her eyes down but knew he was at his desk. The sound of wood scraping against wood tickled her ears, and she knew he was searching for something in the drawer where he kept some of the tools they would use when Mark wanted to play in his office. From the corner of her eye, Ava could see Mark's bare feet. She knew his erection was inches away from her face, and it took every bit of self-control she had to not reach out and grab it.

"Stand." Marks voice's was deep and throaty as he commanded his woman.

In one fluid motion, Ava stood, still facing the wall. Mark reached around to grab both her arms, and then fastened them together at the wrists with bondage tape. Standing behind her, Mark guided her over to his desk and pressed down on her back, so she bent at the waist. With his foot, Mark kicked open her stance and slid his hand between the juicy lips between her legs. The side of his hand rubbed her from her clit to her ass as he dragged her juices everywhere. The pad of his thumb put gentle pressure on her puckered knot while his middle finger toyed with her clit.

"You are very wet. Is this for me?" he questioned.

"Yes, sir. Always for you," Ava huffed.  

Mark slid down the back of Ava's body and swirled his tongue around her ass while his fingers tease her entrance very slowly. Marks tongue dipped into the taboo zone and his fingers press into her warm pussy at the same time. Ava's body relaxed on the desktop as the forbidden pleasure she was feeling before is now building inside her lower belly once again. Mark felt her body weaken. He pulled back on her tethers to arch her off the desk. He felt her core tense around his fingers. He knows how far he can push her before she is ready to cum. He knows she is close and just as her inner walls clamp down; Mark stops all at once.

Ava whimpers at his absence, but never moves. Mark settles himself into his high back  chair and admires his woman's ass a bit before pulling her by the hips, so she is hovering above his lap. Her legs open, so they are on the outside of Mark’s thighs. Mark grips his throbbing member with one hand while he pulls Ava lower, by her wrists. Ava can feel Mark’s tip splitting her in two as she slowly sinks down into his lap. Just when she is as full of Mark as possible, he pulls her back against his body and pinches her nipples as he grinds himself all around inside her.

Ava's head falls back. Finally having her man inside her is the most euphoric feeling she knows. She craves him. She desires him in a way she would never be able to articulate with words, and as Mark's mouth licks and nips her neck, she moans. Mark reaches in front of her and teases her nub with his fingers.

            "Do you like when I touch you, Ava?" Mark whispers in her ear.

"Yes, sir."

"This is mine, Ava." Mark grips her hard, his appendage splitting his fingers to the sides of her mound. "I will tell you when and where you can cum. Do you understand me?"

"Yes. Yes, I understand, sir," Ava moans.

            "Good."

Mark pushes Ava's back forward and places both hands under her ass. He lifts her up so his tip is just about to leave her, and then he pulls her back down hard, impaling her. Ava gasps. Mark repeats this over and over, watching her creamy pussy sheath his cock with every pull.

"Oh God!" Ava yells into the room. She wasn't told she can cum yet, and she is trying desperately not to, but her body can't take much more without betraying them both.

Mark pushes Ava forward but never lets go of her wrists. He stands behind her and grips her throat as he breathes in her ear, "You will not cum yet. I will tell you when and where you can cum. You are mine to do with as I please."

Without a word, Ava melts her back to Mark's front. She knows he would never hurt her. She loves that he continually pushes her to the brink of insanity then brings her back just as quickly. Mark has trained Ava to be able to withstand his erotic torture. The teasing and seduction is always worth it in the end. Since their first vanilla lovemaking session, Mark has been able to play Ava's body like a well-coordinated symphony, and he yearns for her supplication to do so. 

Mark wraps his arms around Ava's waist and urges her body to walk toward the dark brown leather sofa. Mark twists her in his arms and grips both sides of her face as he kisses her lips for the first time since he has been home. Their tongues slide in and out of each other’s mouth as Mark laces his fingers in Ava's hair.

Mark yanks Ava's head back by the root of her hair and gazes deeply into her pale blue eyes, "Mine!"

Ava smiles and drags Mark's lower lip between her teeth before she hums, "Mine!"

Mark grins before kissing Ava on the nose as he lowers her to the couch. His arms reach under her knees, and he lays her down; so her back is on the seat cushion and her legs are draped over the back, head hanging off. Starting at her lips, Mark kisses his way up her body. His teeth lock on her left breast as his thumb and forefinger tease the right. As he switches his attention, he can see Ava below him gawking at his girthy rod hanging above her face.

Ava licks her lips and lifts her head to lick the tip as Mark nips and kisses down her belly. Ava widens her legs and grips the cool leather couch with her trussed up hands. Mark's need for his woman is becoming intense. He needs to taste and feel her on him. He needs to brand her and make her his again. Still in control he dives into her slickness with two fingers and locates the spongy spot that makes her squirm with delight. When Ava moans, he increases his pace and finger fucks her until he is sure she is going to spill.

With his left hand, he glides his aching cock into Ava's mouth and bucks his hips into her over and over, again. He can hear her gagging and sputtering as he slides himself down her throat; every now and again stopping to take her breath away. Mark never loses his focus. He fucks her with his fingers and flicks Ava's clit with his tongue as she squirts her reward into his mouth.

Mark locks his mouth over her opening and sucks out her juices as he reaches between his legs and extracts himself from her mouth. Mark strokes his engorged cock as Ava gasps for her breath. Mark cascades his hot load over Ava's mouth and chest while grunting into her as he laps up all of the nectar her body gives him. 

Biting her lips first, Mark stands slightly and watches as the last of his spunk coats her milky white skin, driping in rivets down the sides of her breasts. As their eyes lock once again, Mark pulls his finger though the gooey mess and rubs the sticky coating around Ava's lips.

"Mine." Mark declares. Ava smiles and nods as she licks her lips clean.

Mark then glides his hand down her body, spreading himself everywhere. His dripping hand moves to Ava's swollen pussy. As he dips his fingers into her, he proclaims once again,"Mine."

"Yes. Yes, all yours, baby." Ava exhales.

In his final claim of authority, Mark takes his coated finger and pushes into the one place Ava has not allowed him access to yet, taking her completely by surprise. Ava gasps at his intrusion and catches him looking down at her.

"This is mine, too. Every place that I have marked with my seed is mine. You will ask my permission before you pleasure yourself again. Are we clear?"

"Will I be punished like this again if I don't ask permission first?"

"Yes. Every single time. So are you going to be obedient?"

"We'll see." Ava smirks up at Mark's stunned face and giggles as her head falls back off the couch. "Can you untie me now, sir?"

"We'll see," Mark laughs back at her as he straightens himself up and leaves a very messy Ava on his office couch to think about how her smart mouth will get her in trouble in the future.

Doctor Peter

Patiently waiting in the waiting room for my yearly checkup I cannot help but watch the time tick by on the clock above the receptionist desk. Dr. Myers is over a half an hour behind schedule and since I am the last one sitting here, I'd say I am his final appointment of the day.

"Lisa. The doctor will see you now," the nurse calls from the front desk and points to the door on the wall next to me.

I step through, and a petite redhead wearing kitten scrubs greets me. After she checks my vitals, and my height and weight are charted, I am escorted into another room where I am instructed to strip down and slip on a blue paper gown. She also asks if I would like her to stay during the exam, but I decline. Dr. Myers has been my gynecologist for many years and I know the drill well. He has no bedside manner, but his checkups are thorough and quick.

As I look around the room at the breast exam posters, I rub my upper arms to keep warm. "Why the hell do they always keep it so cold in these exam rooms," I whisper to myself.

Just then, I hear a man's voice on the other side of the door wishing the nurses a good evening; but it does not sound like Dr. Myers. The handle on the door clicks and the door swooshes open. As I look up to give the same awkward smile I am sure Dr. Myers sees a hundred times a day, the hairs on the back of my neck stand at attention because it is not Dr. Myers who enters. It is a handsome younger version of the old man I’ve known for years. He stands taller, and his hair is darker, but there is no doubt they are father and son; or at the very least, related.

My mouth becomes arid as the gorgeous man in front of me slowly smiles back, but there is something else. A flicker of recognition perhaps? I study him just as hard as he does me, but I cannot for the life of me place him.

"Good evening, Miss Miller. Sorry to keep you waiting. I am Dr. Myers."

"Dr. Myers? Are you Dr. Myers son?" I ask as I clutch the front of my gown tight, not knowing if I want to cinch it closed or rip it wide open.

A shy smile perks up on the corners of his lips as if he can read my dirty little mind. My eyes roam down his body and then slowly back up. Dr. Myers places my chart on the counter and extends his hand.

"Peter Myers. The nurses call me Dr. Peter to avoid confusion. I have a feeling it is going to stick," he chuckles lightly.

Feeling a bit more at ease, I extend my hand as well and introduce myself. "Lisa Miller. Nice to meet you."

"Lisa Miller? I went to high school with a Lisa Miller. Any chance you went to Madison Prep?"

"Go Wildcats," I cheer as I pump my fist in the air. As cool air hits my naked chest I feel the tips of my ears heat up with embarrassment, but Peter's eyes never break contact from mine. I slowly pull my hand down and grab hold of the thin material that separates us. My hardened nipples brush up against the paper; hardened not only from the coolness of the room, but from the man who still has my hand firmly in his.

I pull my hand back and tuck a stray strand of mahogany colored hair behind my ear. "Peter Myers. I don't think I remember you, sorry."

"Salutatorian at graduation…Captain of the chess team…no?"

"Sorry, no," I apologize searching my brain for some recollection of him.

"I guess we just ran in different circles. I mean the cheerleaders rarely took notice of us geeks." Peter stuffs both hands in his pants pockets and leans back against the counter. That gesture alone floods my mind with memories of a cute, nerdy kid always standing in the corner with his hands in his pockets, watching me as I passed him in the hall.

"No, no. I remember, now. Polite Pet-sorry." I thin my lips realizing what I just said. Our school wasn't necessarily big, and we all knew each other, but rarely interacted outside our social circles. Peter was always around somewhere though, holding doors or helping us with our homework.  Now that I think of it, I don't know if we ever really thanked him for any of it. We just always expected him to be there, willing to lend a hand.

"No. Don't be. I know what you girls called me, but I never minded. I would rather be, Polite Peter, than your boyfriend, Asshole Andrew." Peter leaned in slightly and changed his voice to a whisper. "We geeks had nicknames for people, too."

"Oh. I guess he deserves that. He was an asshole." I agree with his assessment of my, then, boyfriend.

"Past is the past. We all have socially awkward moments in our lives. By my freshman year of college, I finally grew into myself." He says with a gleam in his eye. "Speaking of awkward, are you comfortable with me doing your exam or would you rather come back when my father is here?”

My mind is saying to wait for the old man, but the burning feeling in my stomach is screaming, touch me please. I bite my bottom lip as I think about my options. Peter shifts his weight from one foot to the next and removes his hands from the pockets of his pants. His white lab coat covers his front, but not before I notice a slight bulge against his zipper. My eyes widen fractionally, and I blurt out a little too eager, "You do it."  

"Okay," he mutters through the face splitting smile that moves him from the category of dreamy to drop dead sexy. "Lay back and put your arm over your head."

As my back hits the table, anticipation and anxiety bubble in my stomach. I watch as Peter moves around the room, preparing instruments and snapping gloves onto his hands. Every movement he makes is more erotic than the last. When he separates the gown, my heart beats faster. I notice a small bead of sweat forming on Peter's temple, and when he grabs my full breast in his hand and begins to massage, my knees snap shut. The action does not go unnoticed. Peter's hands still. His gaze slowly drags up to mine and I can see that his hooded chocolate brown eyes are nearly black with desire. Peter removes his hand and takes a half step back.

"Lisa, I think we should stop. It is probably best if you come back and have my father complete your exam. I'm sorry," he apologizes.

I lean up on my elbows, which causes the gown to open completely; revealing everything it was supposed to conceal. Peter swallows hard and his eyes wander over my naked form. "Sorry for what?"

"I think you know, Lisa." He cocks his head to the side, clearly not appreciating my attempt at acting coy.

My eyes drop until I see his evident excitement snaking down his leg. Feeling a bit bold, I slowly move my hand the few inches between us until my fingertips graze the outline of, what appears to be, his very impressive, growing arousal. His eyes slam shut as he attempts to control himself. Trying desperately to contain his attraction to me, he shifts his hips back until my hand falls away.

"Lisa we cannot do this. I am your doctor. This violates a code of ethics I swore to uphold." Peter runs his fingers through his hair and grips it at the roots while looking down at the floor. I enjoy knowing that I effect him; that I make him hard and crazy with need.

I swing my legs off the side of the table, not once so much as endeavoring to cover myself. "You're fired," I declare. 

"What!" His eyes widen with fear as he drops his hands to his sides.

I slide off the table and take a step toward him. "I said. You. Are. Fired. You are no longer my doctor. Can we continue now?"

I run my hands up the front of his shirt and push the white coat off his broad shoulders and down his arms. Both of us watch as it pools at our feet. Our heads leisurely tilt back until our eyes lock and wordlessly tell each other what we both desire.

"I'll give you a referral before you leave," he growls before his lips crash into mine with such force it knocks me back slightly. His hands pull and tug at the blue paper gown until it is shredded on the floor near his lab coat. His warm hands grip my waist before he hoists me up onto the cold pleather surface.

My hands pull and tug at his white and blue striped button down shirt. I can't get to his bare skin fast enough so I pull at the middle causing buttons fly around the room unceremoniously. I feel him grinning against my lips as his hands fall away and work quickly to unbuckle his belt while kicking off his shoes. My body is on fire as I watch his pants and boxer briefs slide down his thick, muscular thighs and get added to the pile on the floor.

Standing in front of me, as naked as the day he was born, I lick my lips and hop off the table. Dropping to my knees, I wrap my hands around his shaft and take notice that my thumb misses my fingertips by nearly a half inch.

Damn.

"Suck me," Peter demands as his hands coil in my hair. As he pulls my face closer to him, he was clearly not asking.

I skim my moist lips over the thick crown while working my hands over his shaft. My jaw aches with every inch of him I devour. He guides my head back and forth so I am pulling him in and out of my mouth over and over again; my soft tongue tracing each pulsing vein.

"Ummm. That's it, Lisa. Suck my cock. Do you know how many nights I stroked myself, dreaming of your lips on me? How many fantasies I had as I jacked off thinking of the prom queen on her knees in front of me, sucking me off?" Polite Peter is not so polite anymore. With each crude statement I can feel myself getting wetter and more wanton.

"That's it. Take it. As far as it will go. Gag on it, baby."

I moan as he tells me how good it feels and how much me wants me. The nub between my legs throbs with the rhythm of my heartbeat. I reach between my legs and rub myself in small circles as I pump him harder and faster.

"That feel good? You like touching yourself with my cock in your mouth?" His voice is like chocolate covered sin as it echoes in my ears while he shoves himself deeper and deeper into my mouth.

I mumble, "Ummmhumm" against the rigid rod tickling the back of my throat. He pulls me up off the floor by my biceps and without missing a beat, he grabs my hand and licks my dripping wet fingers, closing his eyes and savoring the taste of me.

"Mmmmmm, good. I want more. Up on the table."

I sit on the table and lay back. Peter adjusts the top into a reclining position and pushes the bottom half of the table underneath. I hear metal sliding against metal as he pulls the stirrups out. The mischievous smile on his face as he grips my ankles and yanks me forward, makes me yelp into the quiet room. Peter gently kisses the instep and calf of each leg before gently placing it in the stirrups. Coming around to the side of the table, I can't take my eyes off of him as his fingertips skim my flesh from my bellybutton to my neck.

"Now, Miss Miller, I think we should finish your exam."

My chest rises and falls as he cups each breast in his large hands and pushes them together before licking and sucking my rock hard nipples. I moan with each flick of his tongue as it sends electric shocks to my already pulsing clit. Every moan and groan I make only encourages him.

"Peter, I need you," I grumble.

"You have no idea how much those words please me," Peter answers as his mouth finds mine and his fingers find the sensitive spot between my legs.

I groan and grind on his hand as his tongue evades my mouth at the same pace his two fingers enter me. As Peter's fingertips curl to find my hot spot, my body tenses as he moves them in harmony with his thumb that is still rubbing my pulsing nub. My inner muscles clench and a warm wave of ecstasy washes over me as Peter glides his fingers in and out of my needy core. My body shakes, and my cries are absorbed into Peter's eager mouth as his kisses take my breath away.

As Peter's fingers slow their gyration and his mouth leaves mine, my body relaxes and melts into the table. I lazily open my eyes to find dark brown orbs studying me carefully as if I were some sort of science experiment.

"Beautiful," he says as his body moves away from mine.

Standing at the foot of the table, he pushes the stirrups wider and pulls at my thighs until my ass is practically hanging off the damn thing. Peter lowers his face and watches me as his tongue darts out of his mouth and through my folds; licking and sucking the gratification he expressed from me only a minute before.

"Peter, please. I need you inside of me. Please," I whine while running my hands through his thick mat of brown hair that is peeking out from between my legs.

Peter stands and dips the head of his cock into my saturated pussy. My eyes roll into the back of my head as his thickness fills me to the hilt. Just as he plugs me with every inch he has, my lips quiver around him at the feeling of his fullness. As Peter starts to move my eyes shoot open. I want to watch the man who is bringing my body to heights it has never seen before. I want to see that he loves being inside me as much as I love the feeling of him. All of him.

As Peter pumps in and out of me, his fingers dig into the soft flesh on my hips. His muscles flex and his pace increases with each thrust. I can't help but scream his name over and over like a mantra as another euphoric buildup pulls from deep within.

"Peter! Oh God, Peter! Fuck me!" I yell squeezing my nipples between my fingertips. My body arcs off the table. As his grip tightens, I know he is just as close as I am. "Cum inside me, Peter."

With a fierce grunt, followed by my name, Peter unloads himself inside me. Thrusting and grinding out the last of our mutual pleasure, our sweaty bodies tangle around each other as he falls on top of me, spent and exhausted. 

His heavy breath tickles my chest as I play with his damp hair between my fingers. Without breaking contact, Peter lifts his head so he can see my face.

"You, my dear, were worth the wait."

"Had I known what I was missing I would have found you sooner." I giggle as our lips find each other one more time.