I pull my fingers up to the top of her center, to a sensitive nub, and notice she bucks her hips off the wall wanting more. Smiling, I take her other breast in my mouth and suck down harder. My fingers rub circles and I commit to memory the spot she likes me to touch most.

“I’ve never…”

“Remember, Wendy,” I cut her off, dropping to my knees and pulling up her blue nightgown. “Neither have I. But I want this.” I suck in a breath. “Need this.”

My vision blurs. My mouth waters. My dick throbs as I take in her wet velvet skin through her panties. Looking up, she blushes as her chest rises and falls quicker than before.

I slowly pull the white lace down to her knees, shaking, trembling with the need to move faster. But I know I want to take time with my Wendy. I want to remember every second of feeling her, tasting her like this for the first time. I blow against her center, loving the way her fingers dip into my scalp and pull me closer. “Do you feel faint now?”

“No, Peter,” she whispers.

I run my fingers through her wetness. “I want to make you feel faint, Wendy,” I confess.

Her thighs shake again as I continue to run my finger through her center, stopping at her opening to press up inside her as my eyes lift and catch hers. Her mouth falls open, her eyes widen, and I groan as I force my finger further into her warm center.

“I want to make your world go black and be the only one that breathes you back to life. Gives you air, Wendy.”

“Oh, God,” she pulls my head closer, and we both almost explode.

A foreign feeling starts at the base of my spine and brings me closer to my end before I feel wetness leak out of my length. But I know there is more to come. Always more when it comes to my Wendy.

“Can I take away your air then breathe you back to life, Wendy Darling?” I whisper, watching as my fingers pull in and out of her heat. The wetness coats them thickly, and without thinking, on a desperate impulse, I press another finger inside her determined to make the wetness grow.

“Please,” she whispers as my face comes closer to her center and I breathe her in. Suck in her sweet scent that I want reserved for only me. “Please, Peter. Please try.”

“Oh Darling, remember, all you have to do is ask.”

I cover my mouth over her velvet skin and groan. She cries out as my tongue parts her center and I force my fingers quickly inside her. Instinct takes over, even though I’ve never done anything like this before, and I grab one of her thighs and throw it over my shoulder.