temple of love
You sit with your lover on the couch, soft giggles escaping your lips as he pulled up your mask. "Need to taste you, love." Peter whispered against your lips, hands gripping your clothed hips. "You always get like this." "Like what?" He asks with furrowed brows, eyes never leaving your lips. "Needy. It's sweet." You give him a teasing peck and Peter kisses you back so hard that it feels like he's trying to eat you. You only giggle and kiss him back, he groans into it, tongue slipping into your mouth. "Taste so good." He mumbles between kisses. "Like–like cherries.." Peter sucks on your tongue.
You're the first to pull away when you feel his hands slip from your curly locks to your waist. "Let me..let me hold you, please. Please, sweets." Peter begs against your lips, soft breaths sounding heavy against your skin. You roll your eyes and let him indulge, kissing him again. He wastes no time, holding your body close to him, hands roaming from your waist to your hair. It's like he could never get enough of you, of this moment. His hands squeeze your thighs, lips pressing closer to yours with pants that made your skin warm and flushed. Peter continues kissing you, pulling away to either sweetly play with your hair or admire you as if you were a goddess. "Can't believe you're all mine.." He murmurs appreciatively, pecking your cheek. "I can't wait to make you my wife."