Chapter 17
Molly
I’m lying in Peter’s lap, him playing with my hair as we watch a movie.
The last twenty-four hours have been eventful and eye-opening in so many ways.
The most important and cherished experience, though, is the man behind me trying his best to be worthy of me.
I can tell he’s not used to opening up to anyone, especially a woman.
Which is why it feels all the more special whenever he shares a small piece of himself with me.
His story is heartbreaking, and I find myself teary-eyed whenever I think too long about it, knowing how much pain he must have experienced.
All the misinterpretations of him as well make me sad and angry, knowing there’s an extraordinary and strong man beneath it all.
I know we have a road ahead of us, but it feels less daunting knowing he’s trying.
When he wanted to tell my dad the truth, he surprised me once again.
I don’t think I’ve realised just how much that relationship means to Peter, but learning about his father makes me believe my father encourages him.
I know my dad already has taken Peter under his wing, and this will only strengthen that protectiveness.
I haven’t been paying too much attention to the movie but rather focusing on the pleasant feeling of Peter playing with my hair and his fingers tracing my skin.
When a sex scene comes on, though, I’m very much paying attention, feeling my own tingling start up.
We haven’t really had much time alone together, and now that everything is out in the open, the last thing on my mind has been to jump his bones.
I just wanted to be a support.
The moaning and action happening on screen is waking up my own libido, but I try to calm it down, not knowing what Peter thinks of all this.
“How long do you think I’ll have to work for it before we get to the sexual activities?” he husks in my ear, probably feeling the same effects of the movie.
“Maybe five minutes.”
That brings out the Peter that kissed me in our office that day as he flips me under him before he smashes his lips to mine.
I kiss him back, my hands travelling to his back before I drag his T-shirt off, finally revealing the full tattoo I’ve been dying to see.
I pull back, admiring the artwork that travels all the way from his throat down his chest and abdomen.
The lines I’ve already seen on his throat lead down to a roaring lion at his side, its mane big and glorious against his skin.
He’s got several different designs on his body, and I can’t wait to memorize them with my tongue later.
Christ, he’s magnificent.
“Didn’t peg you for a tattoo girl,” he murmurs against my lips.
“They’re beautiful. You’re beautiful.”
Peter looks into my eyes, the intensity overwhelming.
Then he kisses me, his tongue sliding with my own as he lays more of his weight onto my body.
“Fuck, Molly. I don’t know how I’ll do this,” he says, but his actions don’t seem like he has any problem.
He’s already making me feel amazing, and he hasn’t touched me for real yet.
I gaze up at him, dragging a hand through his hair as he looks down at me. “What do you mean? You’re already making me feel incredible.”
His smile is all sin and play, before he gets more serious again.
“Don’t worry. I’ll have no problem with providing pleasure. It’s just that you’re more in every way, and I don’t want to mess things up.”
“Just touch me, and we’ll be fine,” I groan, pulling him to me.
He’s not done talking, though, and he sits up, creating distance between us.
I realise this is important for him, so I try my best to calm down my desires, sitting up in front of him.
“I need you to know that I’ve never fucked a woman twice, Molly. And I plan to do that with you.”
Well, fucking hell.
Peter is trying to communicate his feelings and thoughts, which are really working in my favour thus far.
No wonder he didn’t want a sexual relationship; he’s only ever done one-night stands.
“We can take it slow if you want,” I tell him, which makes him grin.
“I don’t want to take things slow, Molly. I’ve already denied myself of you for too long. I just wanted you to know in case it gets intense.”
Intense.
Everything with him is already intense.
I know the sex will be scorching.
Which is probably why he’s warning me, knowing there is no way back from this after we cross that line. We’re already in deep, and this will only strengthen that connection.
But I’ve never been more certain of anything than him in this moment.
“Intense seems to be the standard whenever I’m around you,” I tell him, bringing my arms around his neck.
He leans in and kisses me quickly.
“Tell me about it.”
We both smile, another wall between us falling down as he kisses me passionately before he grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls it off.
Then he grabs me under my butt, bringing my legs around his body before he stands up.
I kiss down his throat, my tongue peeking out when I get to his tattoos, which makes him groan out loud.
When he gets to the bedroom, he drops me on the bed, his eyes hooded as he looks at me.
“Strip.”
He wastes no time himself, dragging down his own zipper before he pushes his jeans down his legs.
Part of me was wondering if this Peter would make an appearance after the heaviness of the last day, but I’m pleased to see his domineering side come out.
I push down my own pants, leaving me just in my underwear as Peter stands in front of the foot of the bed, admiring me.
“Touch yourself, Molly.”
Fucking hell.
Intense alright.
I’ve never done that in front of a man before, but this is Peter. I should have expected him to be different.
The way he’s looking at me wipes away all the doubts in my mind, and I drag a hand from my throat, over my boobs, and down my stomach.
Peter watches me intently, his eyes following my movements.
When I get to my underwear, I spread my legs before my hand disappears inside my thong.
The want is surging in my core, and I bring my other hand to my breast, kneading as I start circling my clit.
“Peter,” I breathe, and he brings his own hand inside his boxers before he starts jerking, still watching my every move.
I’m dying to see his whole body, but he seems determined to drag this out, take our time, and make us feral for one another.
“I could come like this. Watching you is my every fantasy.”
I’m getting closer, and his words are urging me on, together with the sight of him pleasuring his own body, whilst watching me.
I circle my clit with my finger, biting my lip as the pleasure builds in my core.
When I come, I’m breathing heavy and moaning as I close my legs, riding out the orgasm.
Peter surges on me, dragging off my thong, before he spreads my legs again, laying his weight on my body.
“Fuck, Molly. You’re everything.”
He kisses me, his hand working off my bra before I’m left completely naked under him.
I push at his boxers, wanting nothing between us.
“Peter, get naked. Please.”
He chuckles at me but does as I ask and pushes down his boxers.
I look down, not hiding the fact that I’m fucking dying to see him.
When I spot a piercing on the tip of his cock, I nearly lose my eyes out of my sockets.
Peter laughs, taking in my expression before he kisses down my throat. “I promise it will feel good, baby.”
This man and all his surprises.
I’ve never considered him to be a man of affectionate nicknames, but they’re piling up, and I’m loving it.
And the fact that he’s freaking pierced!
I have no doubt in my mind he’ll feel good.
Everything he does to me feels good.
“It’s time for another confession. I’m all clean, Molly, and the piercing will feel even more intense if we go bare, but I’m good with whatever you want.”
Christ.
Talking about safe sex shouldn’t make me burn up like this, but it’s not like I’ve been with anyone who’s come close to making me feel like he is.
I tell him that I’m on birth control, and I’m all clean as well.
“Let’s do it.”
Peter’s smile is sinful before he kisses me, moving down from my lips to my throat and chest.
He nibbles and bites as he goes, and when I feel his fingers near my cunt, the sensations reach another high.
“Another first with you. Can’t fucking wait to claim this cunt.”
Then he pushes two fingers inside me, making me cry out as he looks at me.
I plan on asking him what firsts he’s talking about, but that will have to wait, preferably until after the sex.
“All wet and ready for me. You want this, baby?”
“Fuck, yes. Please.”
Peter lines up his cock at my entrance, withdrawing his fingers.
When he starts pushing in, he looks from where we’re connected into my eyes.
When he’s all the way to the hilt, we both groan, the pleasure intense as I feel the foreign feeling of the piercing.
He slowly withdraws before pushing back in, watching me the whole time.
“Good?”
I grab his arms, holding on as he sets the pace. “Fantastic.”
He grabs one of my hands, before he lays it beside my head, stretching out my body as he rotates his hips, making me cry out and moan his name as he drags the pleasure from my body.
I use my free hand to grab him around the neck and pull him to my lips as he sets the perfect pace.
We’re a mess of lips, tongues, and sounds, but it’s fucking perfect.
Peter changes the angle slightly, making his cock drag against my clit with every thrust, and the pressure builds in my core before I explode, my legs shaking as I cling to his body.
He continues thrusting, following closely, and pulling out in the last second before jerking his cock and shooting his cum onto my stomach.
Hell.
Another experience I didn’t think could feel this good.
We’re both breathing heavy, and when Peter brings one of my hands to his lips, kissing my knuckles softly, I nearly start crying.
Such a tender touch.
Nope, Molly.
You’re not going to cry.
It’s just sex.
But it feels like so much more.
As we established before we took the step.
I look into his eyes, his emotions mirror my own, and I feel the calm overtake as Peter meets me halfway.
Intense alright.
Now, I’m happy we had that talk.
If we didn’t, I would probably be overwhelmed by the emotions running through me, scared that this is one-sided. Knowing he feels the same makes me breathe easier.
Peter gets up and walks into what I assume is the bathroom, before he comes back with a damp washcloth to wipe off his cum from my stomach.
When he’s all done, he throws away the washcloth before coming back into bed, dragging me close to his body.
“Didn’t know you were a cuddler,” I murmur against his chest, dragging my finger in the pattern of his tattoo.
I can’t wait to sketch the whole thing now that I’ve seen it all close in its glory.
He kisses my hair. “I’ve never been a cuddler. It’s all you.”
My heart gallops in my chest as the confession makes me feel all giddy inside.
You would think sex is the most intimate act of all, but for a man like Peter, cuddling and being able to relax in another person’s presence seems more intimidating.
I rest my head on his chest, soaking in the relaxing presence of him.
“You said something about firsts. What were you referring to?” I ask, curious to learn more about him.
“I’ve had so many firsts with you, Molly May. Cuddling, getting jealous, telling you about my family, sleeping with you without any sex happening, going bare, and you meeting Ryan. The list is long, and it will probably just keep on growing if you’ll have me.”
I kiss his chest before I move up to his lips, kissing him.
“I’ll have you.”