Peter
Stiles was impressed, serious. The first time they had sex, it was a bit quick, but no less pleasurable. Peter apparently wanted to make up for the quickness with more pleasure. And man, Stiles was 100% in agreement, but she felt so tired, well tired was not exactly the word ... Extremely satisfied fits best.
"Sweet Stiles" Peter muttered against Stiles's navel. Their eyes met and again she thought that she saw a flash of red in his irises. Just as it came the flash disappeared and gave way to dilated pupils and pure desire. "Do you want me to show you what my mouth can make you feel?" Peter's voice was in a husky tone that bordered on a growl.
And all that Stiles could say was "Pleased." And damn how it seemed like she was begging.
"But dear, are you sure you want to know only what my mouth is capable of?" He asked softly and without looking away from my eyes until he was facing my sex. "Do not you want to know what these hands can do to your body?" He asked while sliding his hands down my curves until stop on my thighs and give a soft, yet firm grip and spread them broader. "I have a great view from here." He said with a wicked grin.
Bastard, son of a bitch. He was torturing me, making the mild heat between my legs become a volcano in full eruption. I was pulsing with desire, but I was also a little afraid, Matt had never done it, and neither one of the guys I'd dated before.
"Do not feel ashamed now dear," Peter said softly stroking my thighs, his warm breath against my clit made me lose the bit of shame I still felt.
Stiles cried out as two callused fingers were suddenly inside her, her inner muscles squeezing Peter's fingers urging them to go deeper as she asked to him to go faster.
Any shame that existed before, now turned into dust to with each nimble thrust of his fingers. Especially when his tongue joined the party. She gathered all her strength so she would not close her legs and suffocate him.
She looked in the direction where Peter's head was up and down betwen her spread legs, Stiles was so wet that she no longer knew if it was just the pleasure he gave to her or his tongue inside her. Maybe both. Not only was Peter making her moan his name over and over again, but also makes she have an orgasm that made her entire body tumble totally relaxed over the bed.
"Do you want to taste yourself, my dear?" He asked before sucking his fingers provocatively. Stiles simply nodded and felt his fingers inside her again for a moment - if she moaned again? ... Well who could blame her, right? - She should be disgusted with sucking her own fluids and Peter's saliva, but in fact this made her more turn-on.
She was feeling ashamed again, not because she's sucked on Peter's fingers, but because she was lying exposed to his gaze and entirely breathless.
Peter's eyes followed the movement of her tits - up and down at a accelerated pace - he licked his lips and the next thing Stiles knew was that there was a soft and warm mouth shutting around her nipple. She could feel his hips in search of friction, her back arching with pleasure.
Stiles thought she could not endure it again, however when Peter repeated the same treatment on her other nipple, she simply exploded in pleasure and could feel her fluids wetting the bed beneath her.
"That's right, pet," he whispered against her ear. "Come to me, I want to hear my name, Stiles, say it."
And she did as he asked several and several times. The flash of red in his eyes was back and this time she was sure it was not an illusion, but before she said anything he cut her off.
"I want to see my dick slide in and out of your tight cunt"
Stiles did not know if she could move - she did not really need it since after putting on another condom he grabbed her legs and put them against his shoulders - This position really hurt a little. The pain was soon forgotten as he entered her, her muscles were deliciously stretched. She clutched her walls around his cock and Peter grunted hoarsely.
Peter should not look so devastatingly sexy in the way he watched his penis disappear inside Stiles. Stiles was begging, and she did not even know exactly what she was saying. Peter's thrusts grew erratic and harder to the point where Stiles had an orgasm that brought tears to her eyes and Peter almost fell on her as he reached his.
They were both staring at the ceiling with satisfied smiles and breathing heavily. Peter discarded the condom and pulled Stiles close to his chest. Who would have thought that besides being the best sex partner of her life he was also a cuddler.
"The night has just begun," he whispered, "I think you can get some sleep and then we can continue"
Stiles was amazed, but did not answer and if she fell asleep certainly was not by the clear order behind his velvety voice.
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When she wakes up, she feels rough hands caressing her skin gently. Peter kisses the back of her neck and distributes bites down her neck and shoulders. As soon as his mouth and teeth are moving away from her, she turns and rides him. A brief contact between their genitals and she can feel how wet she already is and how hard he is. He had already put on the condom. Stiles pondered whether she should feel ashamed of being so wet or simply fit his cock inside her when he turns them around.
“Relax, pup” Peter says gently, tugging her until she's on all fours.
Stiles obeys. Peter enters her, they both moan. Peter grabs his hair forcing his neck to be exposed at a relatively painful angle. Stiles whines - pleasure or pain? - She does not know and does not care. His other hand holds her hips firmly. He moves. Pleasure, definitely pleasure.
And that's all she can remember.