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I don’t bother answering, just undo the last button and attempt to get his shirt over his head again. This time it works, and I run my hands over the smooth expanse of his back, over those broad shoulders.
We spend some time exploring exposed skin with our hands and mouths. I love the way my palms glide down his back, the way my fingers can dig into that channel at his spine, feeling the muscles flex and move on either side. His waist is narrow, his chest covered in dark, soft chest hair. When I smooth my palm over his nipple, he jerks and then retaliates by pulling my bra cup down and wrapping his lips over my nipple.
The heat of his mouth sends a flush over my whole chest. He settles between my legs, all his focus on me. I thread my fingers through his hair, shifting against him.
He takes time that we probably don’t have, but it feels so good. Each swipe of his tongue, the slight suction, the fanning of his breath over my skin.
The cool air replaces his mouth as he pulls back to take my bra completely off and focuses on my other breast.
After a few glorious minutes, I get antsy for more. I tug his hair lightly and raise my head. “Peter.”
He looks up, mouth swollen and eyes dark.
“I’m not exactly fast, and I don’t know how much time we have left, so...”
“Got it.” He rears up between my legs, unbuttoning my jeans, and with quick, efficient moves, pulls them off me. He bends over, pressing a kiss directly above my clit over my underwear, a black cotton thong. It makes me jerk slightly, and he backs away, pulling the scrap of material down and off.
He lies belly-down on the bed, still in his jeans. He smooths his hands over the insides of my thigh, pulling my legs further apart.
“What do you like, Kara?” The words are low against my skin, pressed into my soft inner thigh.
I swallow. My voice comes out rough anyway. Ilovethat he asked. “Lots of tongue. Can you spread me and put a finger or two in?”
Peter wraps an arm around my leg, his palm landing on my mons. His thumb and forefinger pull my lips back and expose my clit to his gaze. Then his eyes flit up to mine, and he puts the middle two fingers on his other hand in his mouth, lubricating them.
My head falls back.Jesus. Who knew this man had so much filth inside of him? Who knew eye contact was that fucking sexy?
I’ll think about all the terrible life decisions that led me to be surprised by that later. For now, I focus on the warm breath and the probing finger that carefully slips inside of me. I rock my hips, wanting it deeper.
Peter groans. “Dis is so gopferdammi heiß.”
He’s watching. I involuntarily squeeze him, and am rewarded with another finger.
“Keep your fingers still,” I pant. “Please.”
He does. Then his mouth covers me, and his tongue goes to work. My fingers run through his hair as he experiments for a while until he does something just right, and I gasp. “That, right there.”
I glance down. His eyes are closed, his hips raised, his face relaxed. I let my head fall back again and focus on the building orgasm.
Within a few minutes, my legs and abs tighten, my body curls up, and I’m coming on his face. I cry out his name and ride it for as long as I can.
When I finally go slack, Peter gently pulls his fingers out and slows his tongue, switching to tender kisses.
I nudge him with my knee. “Do you have any condoms?”
He pulls away and smiles up at me, his mouth and chin glistening. “Yes.” He climbs off the bed, grabbing his shirt and wiping his face before stripping off his jeans. I roll onto my side and prop my head up with a hand to watch while he digs out a condom and a small bottle of lube from his suitcase. He rolls the condom on and slicks himself up.
“I hope I didn’t take too long,” I say as he rolls me over and crawls up my body.
“Worth it.” He guides his cock to press into me. We both watch as he slides in to the hilt.
I wrap my legs around his waist and run my hands up his arms. He shifts, the muscles in his abs popping out when he rolls his hips.
He drops to his elbows, caging me in, and we share a deep, long kiss.
Which is why we hear the front door open and a loud voice call out, “Peter! Kara! We’re home!”
“Fuck,” Peter curses.
