Neck arching slightly as my whole body moved up into his touch, I bit back a groan and nodded, grinning back. "Hell, yeah. Anytime, babe." And damn, didn't some wonderful ideas come along with that. Things we definitely needed to explore.
Rolling my eyes, I turned us quickly so I was straddling him, somehow managing to lose my skirt in the process. "I am so all about the ribbons and bows," I informed him, bending over him to leave a slow track of heated kisses down his chest. My hips moved on his, teasingly, and I gave him a wicked look. "And lace. And silk. And pretty much anything that feels nice against my skin." Then I arched my eyebrows and tugged on the waistband of his boxers with my teeth. "All this, of course, from the man with Captain Planet boxers
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"Don't laugh!" I commanded, slapping his shoulder. "That would be useful right about now, wouldn't it?"
His little display of power was actually a huge turn on and when his mouth returned to my earlobe - no, seriously, since when had that been able to make me moan? - I shook my head slightly. "Dear God, no."
My head bowed to bite lightly at the crook of Peter's neck, sucking on the skin and running my tongue along the ridges that I'd made. It was probably a good thing he healed. Otherwise most of his neck and chest would be covered in love bites. "Love you," I whispered in his ear before nipping down his neck in fevered passion. My hips bucked up into his, my foot sliding along his leg as I tried to restrain myself. No, really. I wanted him now.
Having just used telekinesis (and therefore having to turn off the healing power to do it), Peter definitely felt the next bite. Oh yeah, that one would last. "God," he breathed into Rachel's ear, a little overwhelmed with the effect she was having on him.
Sensing that Rachel was getting to be on the verge of 'Fuck me now, otherwise I will end you', Peter kissed her deeply, hitching her legs up around his waist. It was so tempting to maybe tease a little more, but he honestly didn't know if he could wait that long. So he pulled Rachel's hips closer to him, biting his lip hard and growling a moan deep in his throat as he slid into her. "Fuck," Peter ground out, his forehead dropping down to rest on Rachel's shoulder. "God, you're... amazing." There was no way he'd be able to say anything meaningful or coherent right now.
"Oh, God," I moaned, my back arching as he entered me, the heat of it filling my body. One hand pushed up into his hair and I breathed out a shaky laugh. "You're incredible," I returned, my hips starting an instinctive rhythm with his.
And then there were no words, nothing coherent anyway. Just random phrases, an odd use of his name, long, teasing moans as he moved inside of me. I couldn't even breathe, I was so turned on, and every ragged pant sent more fire rushing down my veins.
"God, baby, want you, so bad, yes, fuck, please." The rambling stream of words filled up the space between each kiss that I dropped to whatever part of his body was closest. Arching my hips to take him deeper, I shouted out his name, hair splayed around me and fingers digging into his shoulders with each movement.
Somewhere, in the back of his mind (in a place that was only barely functioning), Peter absently pondered the fact that sex with Rachel should definitely be made illegal. Because nothing this good and this addictive should be legal; one taste and Peter had already formed a life-long habit.
He could barely think. All he could feel was Rachel; under him, surrounding him, gripping him tight. Her body, her emotions and her arousal pounding at his mind, crowding in with his own. Pulling her hips to meet his on every thrust, Peter covered Rachel's throat with mindless, brief kisses, constantly wanting to be closer than what was probably physically possible.
"Jesus, Rachel." His voice was tight. "You're gonna make me lose it. This is so... fucking good." Not that he really minded right now.
More. More. More. It was a constant mantra in my head; I needed him closer, faster, harder, more of him than I had each second previous. Clinging to him, giving myself up completely to the sensations pouring through me, I scattered kisses wherever I could, I dug my nails into his shoulders to bring my body even closer to his, I arched and bucked and thrust into him with the mindless passion of one without restraint.
His words aroused me more, if that was even possible. That fact that I could do that to him, the fact that the tightness in his voice, the shuddering tremble of his body, that it had anything to do with me was heady and powerful and sexy as hell.
It was that one movement that did it. Never mind what it was, it was enough to blur the line between tension and release and I orgasmed with a shout of his name, my entire body tensing around him as I rode it out. The pleasure skittered across my skin, pulling me under, bathing me in waves of it. Barely aware of anything but him and me and this feeling, I let myself go
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The double-sensation of Rachel's orgasm - the tension and shudder of her body, and the powerful feeling she was projecting - made Peter's eyes widen before they slammed shut again, completely overwhelmed. He'd never anything like that before, and whether it was Rachel or his relatively new abilities, he didn't know, but suddenly he wanted it to happen as often as possible.
The sheer rush triggered his own release, fingers digging bruises into Rachel's hips, moaning her name into her neck, almost completely still in wave after wave of ecstasy. It was nearly too overwhelming, but in a way that was so good that Peter let himself get lost to it.
Finally, he breathed out a shuddering sigh and tucked his face into the crook of Rachel's neck, chest heaving against hers. "God," he mumbled. "That was... you said days of this? Yes, please."
Rolling my eyes, I turned us quickly so I was straddling him, somehow managing to lose my skirt in the process. "I am so all about the ribbons and bows," I informed him, bending over him to leave a slow track of heated kisses down his chest. My hips moved on his, teasingly, and I gave him a wicked look. "And lace. And silk. And pretty much anything that feels nice against my skin." Then I arched my eyebrows and tugged on the waistband of his boxers with my teeth. "All this, of course, from the man with Captain Planet boxers ( ... )
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His little display of power was actually a huge turn on and when his mouth returned to my earlobe - no, seriously, since when had that been able to make me moan? - I shook my head slightly. "Dear God, no."
My head bowed to bite lightly at the crook of Peter's neck, sucking on the skin and running my tongue along the ridges that I'd made. It was probably a good thing he healed. Otherwise most of his neck and chest would be covered in love bites. "Love you," I whispered in his ear before nipping down his neck in fevered passion. My hips bucked up into his, my foot sliding along his leg as I tried to restrain myself. No, really. I wanted him now.
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Sensing that Rachel was getting to be on the verge of 'Fuck me now, otherwise I will end you', Peter kissed her deeply, hitching her legs up around his waist. It was so tempting to maybe tease a little more, but he honestly didn't know if he could wait that long. So he pulled Rachel's hips closer to him, biting his lip hard and growling a moan deep in his throat as he slid into her. "Fuck," Peter ground out, his forehead dropping down to rest on Rachel's shoulder. "God, you're... amazing." There was no way he'd be able to say anything meaningful or coherent right now.
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And then there were no words, nothing coherent anyway. Just random phrases, an odd use of his name, long, teasing moans as he moved inside of me. I couldn't even breathe, I was so turned on, and every ragged pant sent more fire rushing down my veins.
"God, baby, want you, so bad, yes, fuck, please." The rambling stream of words filled up the space between each kiss that I dropped to whatever part of his body was closest. Arching my hips to take him deeper, I shouted out his name, hair splayed around me and fingers digging into his shoulders with each movement.
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He could barely think. All he could feel was Rachel; under him, surrounding him, gripping him tight. Her body, her emotions and her arousal pounding at his mind, crowding in with his own. Pulling her hips to meet his on every thrust, Peter covered Rachel's throat with mindless, brief kisses, constantly wanting to be closer than what was probably physically possible.
"Jesus, Rachel." His voice was tight. "You're gonna make me lose it. This is so... fucking good." Not that he really minded right now.
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His words aroused me more, if that was even possible. That fact that I could do that to him, the fact that the tightness in his voice, the shuddering tremble of his body, that it had anything to do with me was heady and powerful and sexy as hell.
It was that one movement that did it. Never mind what it was, it was enough to blur the line between tension and release and I orgasmed with a shout of his name, my entire body tensing around him as I rode it out. The pleasure skittered across my skin, pulling me under, bathing me in waves of it. Barely aware of anything but him and me and this feeling, I let myself go ( ... )
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The sheer rush triggered his own release, fingers digging bruises into Rachel's hips, moaning her name into her neck, almost completely still in wave after wave of ecstasy. It was nearly too overwhelming, but in a way that was so good that Peter let himself get lost to it.
Finally, he breathed out a shuddering sigh and tucked his face into the crook of Rachel's neck, chest heaving against hers. "God," he mumbled. "That was... you said days of this? Yes, please."
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