Page 23 of That's a Wrap

We drive to his house, the pizza boxes warming my lap almost as much as my face warms when Peter reaches over to take my hand in his. I feel a little silly getting anxious about him holding my hand when he’s already seen me naked. Very naked, as a matter of fact. But the heart is a funny thing, I guess, and my nerves are getting the best of me.

He sets us up to eat on his couch so we can watch a comedy movie while we enjoy our pizza and sip our beer. It’s relaxed and cozy, and when he stretches his arm around my shoulders, I let myself lean into him, relishing the feel of his chest rumbling beneath my cheek every time he laughs.

I’m barely paying attention to the TV, so I’m surprised when the credits begin to roll. I blink several times, becoming more alert, before looking at my watch to check the time. “Oh, wow. I didn’t realize how late it is.” I sit up straighter on the couch and stretch my arms over my head. “I guess I should get going soon.”

Peter brushes my dark hair off my shoulder and tilts his head to the side with a mischievous look. “Or you could stay a little longer. Say… until morning?”

Ducking my head and biting my lip, I respond, “I’m not sure if that’s such a good idea. I have to work tomorrow, and I need sleep.”

Peter places his fingers under my chin and tilts my face up to look at him. His expression is a mix of hunger and sincerity. “Stay, Ella Kate. I want you to stay with me.”

My heart stutters in my chest and I come to a frightening realization that I’ll do anything he wants, as long as he keeps looking at me like this. I nod, and before I can say anything else, he crashes his lips into mine.

Almost immediately, his tongue is tracing the seam of my lips, and when I grant him access, he’s licking into my mouth with fervor. Every time he kisses me it feels like the first time, like he’s continuously giving me new experiences that make my toes curl and my panties dampen.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he admits, moving those devious lips down the column of my neck. “Thinking about the next time I’d get to see that pretty little pussy of yours again. Thinking about turning your camera on you, so you can see how sexy you look when you’re wet and taking my cock.”

“Oh, God, please keep talking like that.” My fingers thread into his hair as he slips his hand underneath the hem of my shirt to caress my hip.

He pulls back with an intense gaze. “I’m going to fuck you again, sweetheart. Tell me now if you don’t want that, because once I start tonight, I’m not stopping. I don’t want to.”

I begin to nod, but then I remember how he likes me to verbalize what I need. So I confirm out loud, “I want this, Peter. I want you.”

As if my words ignite a spark inside him, he scoops me up bridal-style and carries me to his bedroom. I let out a few surprised giggles and wrap my arms around his neck while pressing kisses along his jaw.

He sets me down on the bed and makes quick work of unbuttoning my pants while I fumble with my shirt and bra. In no time, I’m completely naked in front of him, growing more and more impatient by the second. His dark eyes are lustful as he drags his gaze up and down my body, causing goose bumps to rise on my skin as if he had already started touching me.

“You seem a little overdressed,” I say, nodding to his clothes.

Peter blinks and looks down at himself, as if he only just noticed that I’m the only one naked. Offering me a seductive smirk, he pulls his shirt over his head, and I get a damn goodview of his abs and pecs flexing. I don’t even stop myself as my hand drifts between my legs to rub my clit.

“Oh, you like that, sweetheart? You like seeing me strip for you?” he teases once he’s naked and catches me touching myself.

“Yes,” I whisper as my fingers slip into my pussy.

I’m so distracted by my own motions that I don’t even notice him crouching on the bed until I feel his breath on my inner thighs. Lifting my head, I see him hovering over my mound. His eyes dart to my face when he notices my fingers have stopped, and then, without breaking eye contact, he leans forward and drags his tongue up my dripping slit. Nudging my fingers out of the way, his mouth takes their place as he slowly sucks on my lips before moving to my clit, circling it in a way that makes stars burst in front of my eyes. My head falls back again and I surrender to him completely, my body flooding with sweet bliss.

He alternates between teasing my clit and lapping at my opening with his tongue, swallowing down my arousal as if it were the finest wine he’s ever tasted. I can’t stop myself from moaning, but I don’t think he wants me to stop since every sound I make just seems to encourage him even more.

When he wiggles his tongue inside me, I cry out and grip his hair, unconsciously grinding my hips into his face. Before I can apologize for doing that, he pushes his tongue inside me again and again and again, then adds two fingers to rub against that soft spot hidden somewhere deep.

“Fuck,” I moan as he voraciously eats my pussy.

I grip his hair with both hands and ride his face as my vision starts to blur. The arousal that’s been steadily heating up since he stripped for me now feels like the warmth of the sun beneath the surface of my skin. I’m hot and twitching and so, so close.

“Peter!” I cry out. I can’t seem to think of anything else other than his name and how his fingers are gripping my thighs and the way his mouth feels absolutely salacious as he works me.

Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, and I feel like I’m going to explode, he pulls back, leaving me on the edge. Frustrated and confused, I whimper, my hand sliding down my body toward my throbbing clit. But before I can touch myself, Peter captures my wrists and presses them to the mattress.

“Uh-uh, pretty girl. The only thing you’re coming on right now is my cock. Got it?”

The command in his voice makes me gasp and my pussy clench. I love how he’s so in control that I can relax and not think, and just enjoy what he does to me. When he releases my wrists, I keep my hands where they are, gripping the sheets beneath me. He takes his hard cock in his hand and pumps himself a few times while I squirm under his carnal gaze. As I watch his cock grow impossibly harder, the only thing on my mind is how badly I want to feel him inside me with nothing between us.

“Peter, I…” I don’t know how to ask for what I want because I’ve never done this with anyone else. I’ve never wanted to.

“Tell me what you need, baby. I’ll give you anything you want,” he says, but it’s hard to think straight when he’s sliding the rounded head of his big dick between my slippery pussy lips.

“I just… I want you to… You can trust me.” My thighs spread wider while my hips begin to writhe.

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