to tell him no, that we’re going to talk about this now, right here in this very moment.
But I can’t.
I’m weak when it comes to this man and I know it. He’s been my everything for as long as I can remember, and while I want answers, having him—connecting with him—is more important.
Foolish? Probably.
Self-destructive? Absolutely.
Why give him my body and my heart so freely when everything, including the future, is so uncertain?
Because I love him.
End of story.
Kiss me, I will him from within, and as if he heard me, he does. Tightens his grip on my hair and seals our mouth in a soul-searing kiss. The flame I’d feared had extinguished ignites like a wildfire, sensuously billowing through every limb at lightning speed. Spreading further still as his hand ghosts down my body and slips under my nightie.
Beneath the soft lace of my panties.
The same finger he’d set to my lips teases me, lazily sliding through my flesh. His touch sucks the air straight from my lungs, bursting forth from my lips in an appreciative gasp as my hips roll against him.
“I’ve missed this,” he murmurs, adding his thumb to the tempo. “God, I’ve missed this. So wet already, T. So warm, tight.”
“All for you,” I breathe, desperate to feel him inside me. “Peter, please...stop teasing me.”
“I’m only getting started, baby girl.”
And he was, he really was.
In a slow descent, Peter makes his way down my body, stamping kisses from my neck all the way to down there. He teases me through my panties until I’m trembling, and then in a blink, they’re gone, tossed onto the floor beside my bed without care.
Lips, tongue, his teeth, he keeps on, using every inch of his mouth to set me on fire. It’s working, too, because I’m burning for him.
Burning.
Like I used to.
I could cry in relief, hopeful that this is the beginning of our turnaround.
When his tongue laps furiously between my lips, my swollen, aching core, I can barely contain the sounds of pleasure that leave me. I thrust my hands in his hair, both pulling him closer, egging him on as he eats me, and pushing him away, eager to have him filling me.
“Peter, please, I can’t… I can’t wait,” I plead with him.
“You can”—suck—“And you will.”
Jesus.
Mewling, I strengthen my grip and pull him up, looking him in the eye. “My mom.”
“She’s not going to hear us. Just stay real quiet for me, T—let me make you feel good.” He does that grin, that lopsided, boyish grin that makes me melt and flutter everywhere.
I’m practically aching for him at this point, but I need him to know that we don’t have to do this anymore. We don’t have to hide or sneak around.
“She knows, Peter. About this.” I motion between us. “We don’t to hi—”
With strength I wasn’t anticipating, he breaks free from my hold and continues his feat, dragging his tongue from that part of me I’ve never given him back up to my clit.
“Oh, God…” I fall back, head rolling into my pillow. My eyes hit the back of my head, too, but a part of me is intent on telling him, on getting the words out. “She knows, Peter. We don’t have to hide anymore. We can be free, happy—”
I’m silenced with a kiss, an almost punishing kiss as he shakes his head and rolls into me, filling me to the hilt in one fluid movement. Thank God his mouth is sealed over mine because the moan that breaks free would’ve definitely met my mother’s ears otherwise.
More so when he actually starts moving, thrusting his hips as if he can’t get enough. Idly, I realize he’s never been this rough, but I don’t question it. This feels better than any other time we’ve been together.
“In case you’ve forgotten,” I mumble against his lips, “I love you. I love you, I love you, I lo—”
“Shhh,” he shushes me. “I know, I know you do. And I you, Tinks. Always.”
♫ Blood // Water - grandson ♫
“Remind me again why you need me when you have Puppets of all shapes and sizes running around here?” Tigerlily asks with my fangs deep in her neck.
She’s gotten much better at staying still, at breezily going with the flow while I take my fill. It’s made our arrangement easier and much more enjoyable. I don’t indulge her as I’ve done the others, but she’s requested that much, and that’s the least I can give her—aside from providing her three decadent meals per day