Peter's hands gripped into the sheets on either side of her, squeezing into them as he slowly rolled his hips forward, finding a methodical, but gentle rhythm with her own hips. She felt incredible, and he was rather enjoying the sensual, savoring motions they were sharing.
Kissing her intimately, he sighed against her softly, lifting one of his hands from that bed to slowly moved up to her waist and up along the back of her thigh, squeezing, massaging, simply feeling the skin beneath him.