“What are you doing?”
“I’m making it so that no one can see in,” he replied, and I didn’t know why I found that romantic, but I swooned. Lastly, he bespelled the lights to cast a low, dreamy glow over the space.
“I never realised watching you cast spells could be such a turn-on,” I said as Peter knelt to join me on the blanket.
“I wanted to make it special. I don’t have anywhere nicer to take you and—”
I placed a finger to his lips. “Stop. This is perfect.”
He exhaled heavily, his focus going to my mouth. “I want to kiss you now.”
My skin tingled at the singular way he looked at me. Like I was the centre of his entire universe. “So, kiss me.”
His mouth crashed into mine as he climbed over me. There was nothing gentle about this kiss. It was pure hunger. I fell back into the pillows and moaned when his tongue came into play, seeking entrance. I spread my legs and his hips nestled between them. I’d be happy to stay here all night, just kissing him in every way it was possible to kiss someone.
His mouth found my jaw, then my neck. Pleasurable tremors ran down my spine. “Your skin is so soft,” he growled.
“Don’t stop,” I urged, feeling like I was going to come apart if he didn’t keep tasting me.
Tell me how to please you, his husky voice rumbled in my mind.
You’re pleasing me, I answered, overwhelmed by the sensation of his mouth on my body.
He pushed up my dress, revealing the black lacy underwear I’d put on before the party. Peter groaned when he saw it. My heart raced as he moved down my body, fingering the lacy fabric as if it mesmerised him. He looked up, his eyes hooded as he slowly pulled my underwear down. Cool air greeted my sex right before Peter’s hand dropped between my legs. I cried out when he touched my clit, then his fingers drifted down, exploring my entrance. I wanted to tell him this was my first time, but I didn’t want to ruin the moment.
What if being a virgin was a turn-off to him?
You feel like silk, his sultry voice whispered in my mind, and my insecurities melted away. I reached for his T-shirt, pulling it up over his head before running my hands over his shoulders. Hard muscle under smooth skin greeted me, and I was distracted by his body before a soft, wet sensation grabbed my attention. Peter’s head was between my legs, his mouth on my most intimate place. I’d never felt anything so wonderful.
“Oh my …” I said with a gasp.
Is this okay?
Yes. Please, I replied, sounding needy. I didn’t care, so long as Peter didn’t stop going down on me. His hand ran along my outer thigh, a faint, lovely heat shimmering from his palm. It felt like magic, and I wasn’t sure if he was even aware he was doing it. His tongue flicked across my clit, and my entire body bucked. He immediately withdrew.
“Did I do something wrong?”
“What? No. Come back,” I reached for him, but he looked uncertain.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, Peter. Every time you stop, you torture me.”
A smile tugged at his lips as he reached out to touch my cheek. “You look incredible.”
Seriously? Was he trying to kill me with those melty eyes?
“Peter!” I whined, and he chuckled as he took me in. I fell back and groaned. “This is the first time anyone’s ever gone down on me, and it’s so amazing, and I can’t believe you’re stopping.” Did I really just say all that out loud?
His eyes flared. “No one’s ever …?”
Oh, hell. I should just tell him now. Get it out in the open. I pushed up on my elbows, looking him in the eye. “This is my first time, Peter.”
For a moment, time stood still. He exhaled, eyes on me. “It is?”
I nodded, swallowing thickly. “Does that freak you out?”
He sat back on his heels, hands on his thighs as he blew out a breath. He still had his pants on, but I couldn’t stop staring at his shirtless chest, the expanse of skin that I wanted to explore with my hands and mouth.
“No. It actually makes me less nervous,” he finally answered.
My eyebrows shot up. “You’re nervous?”
His gaze flicked down, his words self-deprecating. “It must be pretty obvious I have no idea what I’m doing.”
“No,” I said, vehemently shaking my head. “That is not obvious in the slightest.” There was a pregnant pause as I studied him, realisation dawning, “It’s your first time, too, isn’t it?”
He nodded, his gorgeous eyes rising to mine. “I just want to make you feel good,” he murmured, and my stomach did a somersault. I didn’t respond. Instead, I reached around and unzipped my dress. It fell around my shoulders as I shimmied out of it. I unhooked my bra, and then I was completely naked before him. His gaze lovingly raked over me.