She pulled back at his words, giving him an apologetic look. She continued to stroke him however, her mouth moving back to his stomach, kissing and sucking on the flesh, placing tiny, gentle nibbles against his abdomen as she pleased him, making sure he would remember this for a while.
And come back soon to see her.
Raising her head, she watched his face almost hungrily, drinking in the expression, the knowledge that she was doing this to him, pleasing him...it sent a thrill up her spine.
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Peter’s eyes fell on hers when she gave him that look, though still felt her hand flexing as it moved up and down his shaft. He shook his head and laughed a bit as he laid his own head back, “Oh there’s a bit of evil to that look. You cannot leave me hanging this early in the morning…”
Still her hand’s motion was giving him more than he needed and he groaned as he looked back at her, watching her lips trail along his skin and stomach. No, she didn’t need to do this in order to get him back, but damn it if he wasn’t happy that she felt the desire to. He definitely would be.
The pleasure etched in his face was a tense one as that orgasm grew closer and closer with each stroke, then he felt his eyes shut tight as that release hit him and he felt himself shudder as he came. Hands gripping into sheets as he felt hips move at the strong release.
“Fuck…” He breathed out, shaking his head as he looked back towards his beautiful girlfriend.
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Effie had shifted, leaning closer to him just as he came, yelping as she was hit with his release, making a face. She sat back, licking her fingers clean, huffing. “Great, now I'm in a porn movie,” she muttered, looking down at her chest before pouting at Peter. “Some how, I think you set this up…” she said, teasing before she leaned over him, placing a kiss against his lips.
“Time for showers...and brushing of teefs because your breath reeks, cutie.”
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Peter laughed and grinned at her comment, reaching up to take hold of her leg as he pulled himself up. He then swept that leg out from under her, spinning her around onto her back as he leaned over her, watching her with a shrug, looking her over, “I definitely did not set this up, but I have to say it’s not a bad look for you.”
Teasing as well before he leaned in to steal a kiss from her lips, “Bad breath, sure, I get that. But that’s your fault, not letting me brush my teeth before bed, and feeding me both pizza and soda.”
“Question is, should I just let you run off to the shower, or should I be neighborly and return the favor…?” He was grinning of course as he watched her, his lips finding hers once more, his hand gripping into her thigh as he did so, pulling her leg up against his a moment.
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She let out a scream of laughter as he flipped them, giggling up at him. “You just like seeing me marked as yours,” she teased before rolling her eyes. “I had the same things you did and didn’t brush my teeth, yet I smell like a rose.”
She swallowed thickly as he pondered the question, tongue darting out to lick her lips. “Well, that’s entirely up to you…” she said, looking up at him. “But...we can’t go all the way...I’m not...I don’t...I have to be married first…”
She wondered if she should add ‘again’ to that, but left it hanging.