“Peter,” I beg him, as I thrust my hips back, pleading for him to fill me, but again he denies me.

“I remember the urgency, the desire, the need to take you, explore you, even though we weren’t ready. Even though we were so young.”

His cock leaves my entrance again, and he runs it back across my ass. I suck in a breath and press back into him, making a groan escape his lips. He hisses, his hands gripping my hips as he breaches my tight hole and I silently let out a small scream.

“I remember how bad you wanted me to touch you, taste you, just as much as I wanted you, too.”

He leans forward and places a small kiss to my lower back. He guides his cock lower, his crown sucking inside my velvet lips again. I grip the headboard harder, my center threatening to explode without help, if he holds out on me much longer.

“But now,” he leans forward, his lips resting against my ear, “I take what I need, when I want to. And as much as I love the taste of your pussy, it’s been too long since I’ve been inside your hot little cunt,” he presses in a little further, and we both release a deep moan as pleasure builds, ecstasy threatens to explode. He takes a deep breath and then whispers, “Get ready, Darling. This time, there is no holding back,” he presses inside me further and I suck in a sharp breath. “This time, I’m not fucking stopping.”

He thrusts all the way inside me so quickly, so harshly, I scream just before my head drops to the headboard. He’s quick to anticipate though, so my forehead bounces off his hand instead as he braces the impact.

“Fuck,” he grits out, finally fully seated inside me, our breaths even out as we both get used to the feeling.

“Was it always like this?” he breathes against my neck a moment later.

“Like what?” I manage, my hips pressing back against his, letting him know I’m ready, wanting, needing him to move.

“Heaven, Darling. Fucking paradise.”

He pulls slowly out of me before tenderly, gently, pressing back in, making every nerve inside my soul tingle with need.

“Immoral,” he breathes, his movements picking up pace.

“Carnal.”

He thrusts harder, faster, my arms straighten, all my strength needed to brace for each blow.

“Fucking magic, Wendy.”