Peter almost didn’t know how to react, and of course there was the idea of moving away, but when he felt her hand gripping at his erection beneath his boxers, hand against skin, he knew immediately that he wasn’t going anywhere. What normal male of any sort would leave at that moment? He simply swallowed, as if working on something to say, but instead finding himself staring back at her eyes before she began her marking of his stomach.
Now he just let out a breath, and his hands moved, but not to push her away, and instead pushed hair out of her eyes as he watched her, eyes locked onto her before he laid his head back. Then laughed a bit, “Is this how most mornings go here? I might have to rethink my anti-moving to Gotham stance.”
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Effie giggled at his words, pulling back from her work, examining the mark she had left. “Mm, most. I enjoy pleasing people.” She shifted, pushing him back onto his back, moving between his legs and working his underwear down and off before taking pity on him. She sat back, fingers hooking into her sports bra before pulling it off, tossing it aside and leaning back on her hands to push out her chest more, allowing him to admire it before she leaned forward.
“Now, close your eyes...or watch the show...and enjoy,” she ordered, before taking a deep breath, hoping she didn’t screw this up.
After all, she had only had one lover in her life.
She wrapped her mouth around his erection, slowly sucking on him, lavishing the tip with her tongue as she stroked what she couldn’t fit, brown eyes watching, making sure what she did felt good to him.
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Peter leaned back against the pillows at her behest, and then seeing her breasts when she exposed them, Peter found himself clearing his throat a moment while staring at her, and suddenly whatever ‘fear’ he had was washed away by incredible desire. He just nodded at her orders, and didn’t close his eyes at all, instead just watching as she lowered herself back down between his legs.
When her lips surrounded him, and her hand began to stroke in unison, he felt his body grow tense from a sensation he simply didn’t know, and groaned just a bit as he watched her with both lust and desire apparent in his eyes. Grinning as his hand once again moved to find her hair, brushing at it as he watched her.
“Holy…” Was all he offered at the feeling, his voice deep as fought to hold his breath steady.