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“And they told you they needed to fuck your sexual partners first to get them ready for you?”
He nodded.
“Do you want it like that? Coming after them? Some people are into that.”
He shook his head.
On impulse, I pulled my shirt off over my head, and then, when I could feel the cool air on my skin, I stripped the rest of my clothes off. I straddled his legs, his hands going to my hips.
“We’re not having sex today,” I said, marvelling at the look he gave me—so hungry, so vulnerable. “But I think we should get to know each other’s bodies a little better, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
I grabbed his hand and slid it to my hip, then across my stomach.
“I’ve got really bad stretch marks all along here. My tummy’s soft. To me, it feels like an empty bag.” I forced his hand into the squishy flesh, so he could feel the truth of my words. “Rick always told me how repulsive having Kade had made me.”
Peter frowned at this.
“You had a baby. Of course it changed. You look ripe and fertile, like you might swell with another child. My child.”
His voice was so deep, it vibrated through me, making me shift slightly with the lovely feel of it. His words sent a thrill up my spine that wasn’t entirely fear. I’d never thought about having another baby, too horrified by the first time to consider it. But I shook my head, filing that away for later.
“My breasts were never super perky, I guess due to the size,” I said, moving his hand up to one. I bit back a moan as I felt his palm brush against the hard nipple. It felt insane, feeling any kind of desire right now, but bodies have their own ideas. We might have endured the weird that was the mess shed, but that wasn’t what was happening right now. Now was here, with him—my mate.
I looked at the pink scar on his neck, saw the way it flexed as his breath came more rapidly.
“I fucking love them,” Peter said, much more boldly. He shifted to an almost sitting position, then watching me, brought his other hand up. “Your body’s so ripe and soft. I lie awake most nights, thinking about what it would be like to fill my hands with your tits.”
“And you haven’t, because you’re worried about rushing me.” He nodded. “Thanks. I might still need that, but right now…” I placed his hand on my other breast. Hunger flashed across his face, his eyes gleaming green as he drew closer.
“Fuck, Flick…”
Fuck, indeed. For a moment, I let the physical animal side of myself have her head, just revelling in the feel of his thumbs rubbing across my nipples. His fingers grew bolder, plucking at the now aching tips. When I opened my eyes, he wore the self-satisfied smirk all men seem to sport when they know they’ve got you turned on.
“When you do that, I forget all about the size and shape of my body, I just feel good.” He answered me by reaching over to rain kisses over my collarbone and breasts. My hand went to his head when his lips drew closer, scoring his scalp when he went for my nipple. “Do it. I want you to, but I also want to touch you.” He froze at that. “Your cock isn’t going inside me, so you have nothing to worry about. If it’s going to hurt, that’s the only way it can, right?” He n
odded. “So it won’t hurt either of us for me to do this.”
My lips were on his when I wrapped my hand around him, sucking down his gasps, then replacing them with my tongue. Helpless little grunts of pleasure forced their way past them as I lightly ran my fingers up and down his length. Then he pulled his mouth away and fastened it around my nipple.
“Fuck…” I cried, feeling that intense, rhythmic suckling all the way down to my clit, and my thighs spread as I felt the tension build.
God, when was the last time I’d come?
A rapid slideshow of Rick grunting as he emptied himself into me, the stench of his body, his piggish sounds filled my mind.
Not with him. Not there. Here.
That’s right, I thought, looking down at Peter’s complete surrender to the sensual moment. He feasted on me as he switched from one nipple to the other, sucking each one to the point of aching, then moving to the other. He acted like this was a great treat, one that might be snatched away from him at any second.
But I wasn’t going to. It felt like he had lit a fire inside me, one long forgotten and all the warmer for that. Had having someone lavish attention on my breasts ever felt so intense? I could feel every pulse of his mouth, the scrape of his tongue and teeth as if between my legs, tugging, tugging. I ran a hand down his cheek and called his name.
When he looked up, he was panting, but he didn’t loosen his hold around me.
“You’ve been wanting that for a while?”
He smiled in a way that I’d never seen before, part cocky heat, part vulnerability, then shocked me further by putting me on my back and looming above me.
