MOVING ON(28)

She followed him without fighting. Opening his door, he flicked the light on in his bedroom. Peter wanted to be able to see her, and he wouldn’t be able to do that without the added light.

Taking her in his arms, Peter pushed the jacket from her shoulders. She didn’t fight him, grabbing his shirt and tugging it over his head.

Groaning, he wrapped her hair around his fist, slamming his lips down on hers.

Their moans mingled, and her nails scored the flesh of his abdomen. Breaking away from the kiss he stared down into her eyes.

“Take your jeans off,” he said.

Her hands fumbled with the button of her jeans. She flicked it open and started to remove her jeans and pants.

“Slowly. I want to see your body revealed to me slowly,” he said.

She followed his instructions, peeling the jeans from her body slowly. All the time he kept his grip firm in her hair.

“Unbutton your shirt,” he said.

He saw her hands were shaking, but he didn’t help her. Peter watched her remove the shirt slowly. Licking his lips, he flicked the strap of her bra off her shoulder.

“You’re so beautiful. Every time I see you, you’re more beautiful than the last.”

“Charmer,” she said. Her cheeks were flushed.

“It’s the truth.”

Reaching around her back, he flicked the clasp of her bra, years of experience making it easier for him.

“That’s not fair. Even I can’t do it that quickly,” she said, pouting.

“Years of practice. I’ve got nine years on you, baby. I was a determined man even in my youth.”

“You’re still young.”

He smiled. The years were catching up with him, but he knew he wasn’t old yet.

“And I’ll keep you on your toes, baby.” Peter cupped her face, bringing her face up close to his.

“Is that a promise?”

“Yes, and I keep my promises.” He touched her lips with his, consuming her with his kiss. She moaned, her hands going around his neck. He continued to grip her hair as he deepened the kiss. Her naked body pressed against his. All that remained on him was his trousers.

“Remove my pants,” he said, kissing down her neck.

She fell to her knees before him. Peter growled, looking down at her. Her hands fumbled with his jeans. After several attempts she finally got them down around his ankles. Peter watched her, charmed by her attempts. He’d taken her virginity, and yet she still had a lot to learn.

Her next actions caused him to stop. Her fingers wrapped around his hard erection, squeezing him tight.

Rose gazed up at him. “May I?” she asked.

Curious to see what she would do, Peter nodded.

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Peter’s gaze was on her, and Rose wanted to impress him. She’d not really seen much in the way of giving a guy pleasure, but from the look of the hard shaft it was self-explanatory.

Opening her lips, she took the tip of him inside. His taste erupted on her tongue, startling her. Pulling away, she looked down at his hard shaft wondering if she’d done something wrong.

When he didn’t make a comment, she licked the tip of him again, slowly. A jewel of cum seeped out of the tip. He tasted salty. The taste wasn’t entirely repulsive, and Rose wanted to please him.

“Tell me what to do?” she asked, cupping his hard shaft.

Peter took her hand in his, wrapped her fingers around the root of his shaft. He applied some pressure and then eased off. “Don’t hold me too tight. I don’t like to feel like I’m being tortured,” he said.

She nodded, looking at how he’d gotten her fingers.

“Open your lips.”

Rose did as he asked.

“Take the tip of me inside and continue down, sucking me into your mouth until you hit your hand.”

She did as he instructed. He went to the back of her throat. Her hand stopped her from taking more of him than she needed to. Looking up at him, she saw his eyes were shut with his head facing down.

“Are you all right?” she asked.

“You’ve never done this before, have you?”

“No.”

“I’m finding it hard to control myself. Your mouth shouldn’t feel so good. I feel like I’m going to explode any minute.”

“Is that bad?”

“It is to me. I like to give my women plenty of pleasure before I come. This is your first time with a cock in your mouth. I don’t want to flood you with cum.” He stroked her cheek.

“Are you in control now?” she asked, teasing the shaft.

“Barely.”

She sat back on her knees. He’d not let go of her hair. Letting out a sigh, she gazed down at the floor.

“That’s not helping either, Rose. You look like a true submissive,” he said.