“I want to taste you, Darling,” my eyes close and I can’t help but imagine him doing so right now. My thighs clench together as a wetness pools there. His mouth moves to my ear as he continues. “I want to memorize every inch of your skin. I want to touch places you’ve never been touched before.” I think I hear myself say his name, a begging prayer for him to do as he says, and then he continues as his arms tighten around my waist. “I dream of having you spread out for me, only me, to do with as I please.” I want that too. But should I tell him so? His hands roam my curves. His mouth grazes the delicate skin on my neck as he continues. “I want to bury myself inside you. Lose myself to you, and only you, Wendy. And when that’s not enough, I want to watch you touch yourself.” Dear God. I couldn’t. I shouldn’t. I realize I desperately want to. But only ever for him. “Show me what you like. How you like it. Watch me as I do the same.” My mouth waters at the thought just before his thumb’s brushes over my nipples. “I want to spill myself right here,” his fingers lift and trail down the center of my chest and I stop breathing. “Then watch as you run your hands through it, suck it off your fingertips, while you crash over your edge on my tongue.”

I open my eyes and stare back at him stunned and feeling needy in a way I have never felt before. With a wink, he kisses me quickly, releases his grip around my waist and urges me to follow after him with a tight grip on my hand.

“But…” I start to say after being stunned to a moment of silence, and then watch as he glances over his shoulder at me, a mischievous smile on his lips. But … truth be told, there is no response to something like that. I blush, looking down and watching the floor of the forest as we walk further toward wherever it is he’s taking me.

We’re quiet for a few minutes, I don’t dare tell him what’s creeping to the forefront of my mind. The knowing feeling that what he wants to do, the games he wants to play, crosses a definite line. I want everything he wants too. I’d be a liar if I denied it. But I know deep inside, Peter doesn’t want to grow up. Those kinds of games, those kinds of experiences would change everything.