speak, my answer came out as a low breathy sound. “Yes!” He almost looked nervous but he continued to
pull up my dress and I held up my arms. His warm hands were on my back the second he’d let go of the dress, they felt strong and manly. I wasn’t wearing a bra, he held his stare at my breasts as if he’d never seen a pair before. My nipples were hard. He caressed them with his hands as if they were extremely vulnerable. Then he kissed each breast with great tenderness. I felt goosebumps every time he kissed and I bit my lip in pleasure. His kisses wandered up until his lips found mine again, and this time it was rough and deep, his tongue finding mine. My hands had wondered down to his belt and I was undoing it and unbuttoned his jeans, he helped pull them off.
Then we were gazing at each other, breathing deeply, the tension was electric, like the seconds before you rush down a steep hill on a roller coaster. I pulled myself up and slowly came down on him, he found his way in like a puzzle that fit perfectly together. He was warm, thick and pulsating, just as I was. I groaned with pleasure. My legs went around him. As we started moving in rhythm with each other. My breasts squeezed up against his chest and him kissing my neck. We were sweating, heat coming off us.
“Alex,” he whispered. “You’re so beautiful…so beautiful.”
He was deep in me as we both climaxed together, an indescribable pleasure that made time stop. I closed my eyes and fell into a moment of total ecstasy, not thinking of anything else but the feel of Peter and me together. It fit. Nothing had ever felt so right.
We sat together for a while, although I have no idea how long, it could have been a few minutes, it could have