Chapter 21 #2
He explains that he’s wanted to ask me for a long time, but when I didn’t feel good in China, he decided to wait.
At least one of us has some patience in this relationship.
When we meet up with my parents, they seem even more ecstatic than usual.
When my dad pulls Peter into a hug before asking him how it went, I realise he’s talked to them about making me his girlfriend.
Oh, my.
No wonder it’s taken him some time; he’s planned and plotted more than I’ve comprehended.
I would have been happy with anything but having him talk with my family makes it even more special. And I realise the dinner invite I got from my father this morning wasn’t random at all.
They were all in on it.
My parents move in front of us towards our table.
I grab Peter’s hand, kissing him on the cheek as he winks at me.
“You little sneak.”
“I wanted to make it special, baby.”
He made it special, alright.
This isn’t just a regular dinner, though.
The table is covered in sketch pads and similar pencils to the ones I usually use.
My hand flies to my mouth as I take it all in, my parents looking at me lovingly.
“You like it?” Peter’s voice comes from beside me.
“I love it,” I say back, in shock at the whole scene.
Peter pulls out my chair and on top of it lays a bouquet of beautiful jasmine flowers.
“These are for you, girlfriend.”
When I first nicknamed him casanova, I didn’t realise just how true that could be.
We sit down, my parents smiling from ear to ear, obviously being in on this.
I get straight to work, trying out the different pencils as I go.
My dear parents have always supported my little hobby, but they don’t share the same passion for drawing as me.
Peter turns slightly away from me, not showing me his canvas.
“Can’t I look?” I ask him.
“Not before it’s finished,” he mutters, in deep concentration.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this serious.
This is probably how he is when he’s behind the wheel of his F1 car.
As we start drawing, the waitresses put out small dishes of sushi, dumplings, and soups.
The perfect food for an activity like this.
This way we get to enjoy some food in our own tempo.
I decided to try to draw one of the temples we saw while we were in China, with Peter and me portrayed in front of it.
I have a reference photo that my mom took of us on one of our trips.
Peter is kissing my cheek whilst I smile towards the camera, his arms around my front.
My dad is huffing and puffing, sketching not being his strong suit, but he’s doing his best to draw the Audi Formula 1 car.
Drawing a car isn’t exactly the easiest thing, which I did warn him about, but he’s stubborn and insisted that he could do it.
Right about now, he seems to regret his decision, but when a MayWilder commits to something, they stick it through.
My mom is drawing a beautiful bouquet of flowers, and when I catch her looking at the ones I got from Peter, I realise she’s actually replicating it.
The hopeless romantic.
Peter still won’t show me his sketch, but he shows it to my dad, who sports the biggest smile when he sees it.
“That’s just rude,” I mutter, but the two men simply shrug their shoulders before Peter tells me it will be worth the wait.
I’m once again in awe of seeing Peter and my father get along so well. Knowing Peter’s family history, it’s been good to include him in mine.
When our tummies are full, we take our turns showing each other our drawings.
When it gets to Peter, he almost looks a bit nervous, which is very unusual for him.
He turns his canvas around, and I’m shell-shocked for the second time today by this man.
He’s drawn me.
And it’s beautiful.
The emotion rises in my throat as I look at the portrait; I’m smiling widely, my eyes creasing as if I’m laughing.
“I’m not any good compared to you, but I wanted to try to portray you as you’ve drawn me so exquisitely.”
When he tells me he’s even studied videos on how to draw people and facial attributes, I nearly start crying in the middle of the restaurant.
It’s perfect.
I get up from my seat and go over to him before pressing my lips quickly to his before giving him a hug.
I’ll kiss him like I really want when I got him in private, without my parents in attendance.
My mom looks over at us, the admiration clear as she grabs a hold of my father’s hand.
“Sure, you don’t want me to start making a scrapbook?” she asks, making all of us laugh.
God.
He just made me his girlfriend.
She needs to calm down.
I know she’s just teasing me, eager for her little girl to someday have a big wedding where she’ll be able to plan every detail.
“It’s a bit early, mom,” I say, giving her a look.
“When it’s right, the time doesn’t matter.”
～
When we say our goodbyes to my parents, I’m confused when Peter starts driving in the opposite direction from our hotel.
“This isn’t the right way, Peter,” I tell him.
Maybe he’s forgotten. With all the traveling, it can be challenging to remember the directions.
“We’re not going to the hotel,” he says simply, not elaborating on where we’re going.
“Where are we going then?”
He knows patience isn’t my strong suit, and he likes to drag things out the best he can.
“It’s a surprise, baby.”
He’s already made this day perfect in every way, and when he gets to a road leading up a hillside into the mountains, I feel my curiosity spiking even more.
After about ten minutes more of driving, he pulls up in front of a small cabin.
The cabin is nestled in a peaceful mountain landscape with a dark wooden exterior that contrasts beautifully with the warm golden light glowing from inside.
“Surprise, girlfriend.”
I lean over to Peter, kissing him as I realise we’re spending the night at this cosy cabin.
When we get out of the car, Peter goes to the trunk and pulls out a huge bag.
Then, he grabs my hand before we make our way into the cabin.
The space is open and modern, with a warmth to it as a fireplace is going, casting an orange glow in the room.
When Peter puts down the bag, I instantly pull him to me, kissing him hard and dragging him to me.
I’ve been waiting to finally have him to myself.
Don’t get me wrong, the day with my parents has been wonderful, but I’m eager to have my man in private.
I kiss down his throat before I pull at the hem of his sweater.
He brings it up over his head, tossing it to the floor before grabbing my face and kissing me again.
I bring my fingers to the waistband of his jeans before grabbing his zipper and pulling it down.
“Eager for me to get naked first today?” Peter asks, a smile on his lips as I give him one last kiss to his lips.
“Yes, boyfriend.”
Then, I start kissing and licking down his body, Peter groaning when I get to his delicious V-line.
I pull down his pants and boxers, revealing his cock.
He’s already a little hard, but he’ll be rigid by the time I’ve had my fun.
I grab his shaft before I start pumping him.
“Fuck, Molly.”
I lean forward, licking the tip of his cock before bringing it inside my mouth.
As I start sucking, Peter grabs a hold of my hair, and I urge him to take control.
When he does, I do my best to hollow out my cheeks and to take him as deep as I can.
Peter sets a punishing pace, his sounds and grunts urging me on as he continues fucking my mouth.
“You’re sucking my cock so perfectly, baby,” he grunts.
I run my tongue on the underside of his cock, feeling the throb as I can tell he’s getting closer.
“I need you,” he says, before he quickly pulls me to my feet.
Then he starts stripping me, dragging off my top first before he makes quick work of my pants.
When I’m down to my underwear, Peter takes a step back, his eyes roaming over my body as he drags a hand across his jaw.
“So fucking perfect and mine.”
The intensity of his stare raises goosebumps on my skin.
He grabs a hold of his cock, jerking roughly before he sits down on the edge of the bed.
“Come here and ride me, baby.”
I’ll do anything this man tells me to if he continues looking at me like he is right now.
I unfasten my bra before letting it slide to the floor. Then I push down my thong, leaving me as naked as him.
Peter watches me intently as I walk over to him, before I lay one of my hands around his neck and bring my legs around him at either side of his body.
Then I use my free hand to grab his cock and position him before sinking down, making both of us groan out loud.
“I’ll never tire of sliding home into you,” he says before he gives me a wet kiss.
Peter tightens his hold around my body, pulling me harder down on him for each stroke.
“Me neither,” I moan, the pleasure blinding as we move in synch, his piercing creating the delicious tingle in my core even greater.
“You’re perfect. Taking this cock so well. Like you’ve been fucking made for me.”
I bounce harder on him, Peter steadying me with his hands on my hips as I ride him.
“Fuck, Peter. It feels so good.”
Peter leans down and brings a nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling as we chase our release.
When he brings one of his hands between us and flicks his fingers across my clit, I explode on top of him, my legs shaking as I ride out the orgasm.
Peter quickly changes our position, leaving him on top, before driving me hard into the mattress as he comes.
He rolls over, bringing me with him into his arms before he kisses my hair.
“I need to make you my girlfriend, again and again,” he says, making both of us chuckle.