Peter grinned as he leaned forward to kiss at her lips, then listening to her he simply nodded as he kissed along jaw and down the slope of her neck, shrugging his shoulders, “If we have to wait, we have to wait. Guess that means I’ll just have to commit to other things, in order to keep you around.”
He was joking of course, and soon his lips were moving further down along her skin, before wrapping lips around one of her breasts, slipping the nipple past his lips and sucking warmly on it. Something he’d, though he’d never admit it outloud, been craving for some time. She had wonderful breasts, after all, and she had no trouble showing them off anytime he was around--even if she wasn’t aware of it.
As he sucked, Peter’s fingers danced up along the flesh of her thigh, tickling against the inner part until he brushed fingers up towards her sex, dancing over the short-covered crotch, massaging those shorts back against her, before hand then slipped up towards the top of her shorts and slid down beneath the band, and over the soft, wet folds even as he enjoyed other areas of her perfect frame.
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She gasped, whimpering as his mouth latched onto her breast, eagerly arching against him, nails burying themselves in his hair. As his hand moved, she cried out his name, squirming and wiggling, gasping as his hand slid into her shorts, teasing her even more. “Peter…” she whimpered, shifting, looking down at him. “More...please…”
She slid one of her legs up between his, rubbing against him even as her legs spread more, almost splitting completely apart, a testament to her flexibility.
“So...do you think I need a breast enlargement?” she asked, trying to distract herself from the pleasure, wanting this to last.
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Peter grinned against her breast, his lips latching against her as he sucked, before pulling back with a small pop. Chuckling, he leaned up to brush lips against hers and shook his head, “No, I think these are absolutely perfect. I couldn’t ask for a better pair, which is too bad for you because it means I might become addicted.”
Peter’s lips returned, this time drawn to the other breast, giving it equal attention even as he pushed fingers past her sex, and inside of her. Feeling her warmth around him as he began to slide them in and out gently, but not eagerly, his own breathing growing heavy as he desired just to feel and taste her. Not to mention that he was incredibly nervous about messing up.
Her words of encouragement, however, did help and soon his lips began to trail down along her chest and stomach, while he worked at pulling her shorts down.
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“I wouldn’t mind that…” Effie said, giggling, groaning as his mouth lowered back down to her other breast. “Fuck...Peter...oh God...Oh!” she cried out louder as Peter’s fingers slid into her, her hips eagerly moving against it, fucking herself on the digit.
“Peter...Peter...Peter…” she moaned his name repeatedly, gently tugging at his hair, whimpering and squirming even more. “More...I want more...lots more…”
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Laughing as he looked up from her, shaking his head, “No, I don’t suppose you would huh?” His lips then leaned back down against her, kissing along her soft, toned stomach. He even tongued over her navel ring, taking it in his lips and giving it only the gentlest of tugs, but nothing sharp or strong. Grinning up at her, before he kissed lower still.
Finally pulling his finger out of her, he slid his hands out to grab both sides of her shorts and began to tug them down along her legs. He pushed them free and tossed them haphazardly to the side, before he lowered his head down to lightly kiss at her inner thigh. Biting gently at it, licking soothingly, while fingers again moved back towards her sex.
Pushing his middle finger inside of her, he pushed it deep and began to massage against her walls, while his lips kissed up along her thigh, and then slid his tongue over towards her clit. Snaking around it, he sucked into his lips and began to suck as he fucked his finger into her.