The fact that I know she’ll always let me in. I know she can’t deny me. Just like I’ll never be able to stay away from her. She’s always wanted me to keep her, just as much as I’ve never intended on letting go.

“Peter,” she softly cries, as my lips brush against the curve of her neck. “Maybe we should stop. I’m… I’m worried.”

“Why?” My reply comes out murmured against her soft skin as her back arches into me, begging for more. She doesn’t want to stop, and neither do I. A moment later, I can’t help the groan that escapes my lips when I feel her soft center grind up against my thickening length. Her need is on display, just as much as my own. I grind down just as she grinds up and we both let out a moan, a desperate plea a second later.

“I know… you don’t want to grow up,” she pants, and I smile, happy that she understands, feeling like a secret I’ve been holding in far too long is finally out in the open. “But… I want to give myself to you.”

My mind struggles to understand what she means, as my body only registers what I want. My right-hand falls to her thigh, lifting it, wrapping her other leg around my waist. Pushing up on my hands, I stare down at her as my cock slides across her sex, hitting the spot I haven’t been able to stop thinking about since the last time I tasted it between my lips. Her delicious nub I devoured, sucked on, tasted heaven on for the first time in my life when I held it between my lips before she gushed across my tongue and down the back of my throat. I repeat the motion, and grow even harder when another moan escapes her lips. Her eyes close and a smile tugs at her beautiful mouth.

“I want to take everything you want to give me, Darling,” I manage. Her eyes open and hold mine as I slowly thrust my length up her sex a second time. She bites her lip, her breasts bouncing with every thrust of my hips, and my jaw clenches at the sight. “Maybe even everything you’re not willing to give me, too.”

Her eyes widen. “Peter,” she pleads. “I’m scared.”

“Do I scare you?”

“Sometimes,” she admits, and my heart breaks.

“I would never hurt you.”

“I know, it’s just…”

“Then why…”

“Oh, Peter,” a tear falls from her eye, and I startle. My movements stop as I try to process what she is saying. “It’s not that, it’s just … I don’t want to lose you.”