When Peter shifted and tensed, Effie froze, keeping as still as a statue, almost forgetting to breath, her eyes raising up to study his face. When it seemed Peter had gone back to sleep (but was instead lost in his over-worked mind), she slowly, carefully inched her way down the bed, pausing every so often to see if he was ‘awake’, before moving again.
Her hands brushed over his thighs, sliding up, before finding their target, slowly teasing him through the cloth of his underwear, her head near his navel. She bit her lip for a moment, before her tongue darted out, flicking against his skin, giggles escaping.
--
Several ideas jumped into Peter’s head the moment he felt her shifting, one was to actually jump up awake and slip out of the bed, not because he was scared of sex or sexual acts or anything like that, but because he was petrified of not being good enough. Then, of course, there was the thought that he could just pretend he was sleeping the whole time, and enjoy it without actually enjoying it? But that wouldn’t be very believable, either that or she’d begin to question if he was alive.
He was working things out when he felt the tongue hit his skin and suddenly he swallowed. Eyes darting open as his body shifted. It was obvious that he was awake now, and so instead of moving he simply looked down at her. Feeling her hands against him, his eyes falling on her, managing only one single thought and word in his surprise.
“Morning…”
--
“Morning…” Effie said, looking up at him...before her tongue darted out again, licking his navel. She waited, wanting to see if he was going to push her away...or run away...or some variation of ‘away’, her hand still stroking against him, though she had managed to get it up and inside the underwear, flesh against flesh.
Brown eyes continued to watch him, gauging his reaction, even as she moved in again, this time placing her lips against his stomach and sucking, doing her best to create a hickey, marking him as hers.