The corners of her lips pulled into a smile as their sweet kisses grew more frantic. She could have him now, and Deeta wanted to feel all of him. She gasped out, moaning as he got closer to her sensitive spot. Her lips parted, pulling back to smile again. He was good at sweet talk. Peter also had the kind of body that made a woman want to move until all hours. "You don't know how long I've wanted to do this," she rasped against him.
Her arousal was filling her senses. It didn't take much movement to push the sides of the fabric down over her hips and with a brief shimmy they fell to the floor. Deeta grabbed Peter by the shoulders and hopped up, wrapping her legs around his waist and locking them behind his back. Her head threw back as she focused for a moment, adjusting to open herself to him. "God, yes. Please!"