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His voice was so deep, it vibrated through me, making me shift slightly with the lovely feel of it.

His words sent a thrill up my spine that wasn’t entirely fear.

I’d never thought about having another baby, too horrified by the first time to consider it.

But I shook my head, filing that away for later.

“My breasts were never super perky, I guess due to the size,” I said, moving his hand up to one.

I bit back a moan as I felt his palm brush against the hard nipple.

It felt insane, feeling any kind of desire right now, but I guess bodies have their own ideas.

We might have endured the weird that was the mess shed, but that wasn’t what was happening right now. Now was here, with him—my mate.

I looked at the pink scar on his neck, saw the way it flexed as his breath came more rapidly.

“I fucking love them,” Peter said, much more boldly. He shifted to an almost sitting position, then watching me, brought his other hand up. “Your body’s so fucking ripe and soft. I lie awake most nights, thinking about what it would be like to fill my hands with your tits.”

“And you haven’t, because you’re worried about rushing me.” He nodded. “Thanks. I might still need that, but right now…” I placed his hand on my other breast. Hunger flashed across his face, his eyes gleaming green as he drew closer.

“Fuck, Flick…”

Fuck, indeed. For a moment, I let the physical animal side of myself have her head, just revelling in the feel of his thumbs rubbing across my nipples.

His fingers grew bolder, plucking at the now aching tips.

When I opened my eyes, he wore the self-satisfied smirk all men seem to sport when they know they’ve got you turned on.

“When you do that, I forget all about the size and shape of my body, I just feel good.” He answered me by reaching over to rain kisses over my collarbone and breasts.

My hand went to his head when his lips drew closer, scoring his scalp when he went for my nipple.

“Do it. I want you to, but I also want to touch you.” He froze at that.

“Your cock isn’t going inside me, so you have nothing to worry about.

If it’s going to hurt, that’s the only way it can, right?

” He nodded. “So it won’t hurt either of us for me to do this. ”

My mouth was on his when I wrapped my hand around him, sucking down his gasps, then replacing them with my tongue. Helpless little grunts of pleasure forced their way past them as I lightly ran my fingers up and down his length. Then he pulled his mouth away and fastened it around my nipple.

“Fuck…” I cried, feeling that intense, rhythmic suckling all the way down to my clit, and my thighs spread as I felt the tension build.

God, when was the last time I’d come?

A rapid slideshow of Rick grunting as he emptied himself into me, the stench of his body, his piggish sounds filled my mind.

Not with him. Not there. Here.

That’s right , I thought, looking down at Peter’s complete surrender to the sensual moment.

He feasted on me as he switched from one nipple to the other, sucking each one to the point of aching, then moving to the other.

He acted like this was a great treat, one that might be snatched away from him at any second.

But I wasn’t going to. It felt like he had lit a fire inside me, one long forgotten and all the warmer for that.

Had having someone lavish attention on my breasts ever felt so intense?

I could feel every pulse of his mouth, the scrape of his tongue and teeth as if between my legs, tugging, tugging.

I ran a hand down his cheek and called his name.

When he looked up, he was panting, but he didn’t loosen his hold around me.

“You’ve been wanting that for a while?”

He smiled in a way that I’d never seen before, part cocky heat, part vulnerability, then shocked me further by putting me on my back and looming above me.

“I wanted you under me the moment I saw you,” he told me between kisses that burned my skin, from my neck down my breast bone.

“When you bit me, when I held you, when I watched you sleep, I dreamed of this.” He paused to kiss one hard beaded nipple.

“Of having you spread out before me like some kind of lush banquet. Of tasting you. Of having you all wet and squirming.” He very carefully settled his hard cock against me, not in any way pushing inside.

Instead, he made sure the shaft thrust against my clit.

“Of pushing inside you and feeling my mate squeeze tight around me. Of being with the one woman I never thought I’d meet.

When you bit me, my heart stopped and then it started beating again. For you, Flick, always for you.”

I pulled his head down and kissed him to mask the tears that pricked at my eyes.

Had anyone ever spoken to me like that? Like I was some kind of fucking prize they’d spent their life dying to win?

Like I was precious? I searched my mind half-heartedly for any example before Peter and came up with nothing.

I’d had relationships and love affairs before Rick, but they were was always something small, furtive, almost as if we were embarrassed by the whole thing.

Not Peter. He held nothing back, except one thing.

“It was good to talk about this,” he said, finally pulling back, on his knees between my thighs. “I should’ve… I just didn’t want to…scare you.”

I chuckled and reached up, wrapping my hand around his shaft.

“It’s not an actual monster. It’s just a really big dick. And it's what you do with it that determines what makes it monstrous, not the size.” I paused for a second, remembering too many examples of just that. “Let's just promise each other to go slowly and try not to hurt each other. Yeah?”

His agreement came out as a long groan as I swivelled my hand from base to tip.

“Fuck, that feels so damn good…”

On impulse, I shifted, moving until I crouched at his knees.

His eyes flicked open as my tongue extended, then focussed sharply as I licked from base to tip.

He tasted of salty, clean male skin, something I was about to get a bit more acquainted with.

Feeling bolder, I circled that bulbous head, licking up to that sensitive spot just under it, then sucking it into my mouth.

“Oh Flick…” he gasped, despite the fact that I wasn’t able to take very much of him, but I tried my damnedest to work with what I could, swirling and lashing my tongue as I worked him with my mouth.

His breath whistled between his teeth, then became open mouthed pants as I got faster.

His hands were as light as feathers on my shoulders, the only indication of what I was doing to him in the restive way they kept moving, until finally, he pushed me free.

His cock hung angry and red, slick with my saliva, and jerking with tension, before he pushed me down onto the bed.

“Tell me I can taste you. Tell me I can taste my mate.”

“You want to…?” He crawled down the line of my body, his eyes boring into mine, making it clear what he wanted.

“Pussy tastes like shit,” Rick had told me a year into our relationship. “Don’t matter how often you wash it, it still fucking stinks.”

I reached for him, ready to stop him, but his eyes dropped down. He looked at me, wet and slick, with a wide smile spread across his face, like I’d given him his favourite meal.

“Look at you, so sweet and wet.” He placed a kiss on my inner thigh. “Tell me I can. I’ll stop whenever you want but…”

I nodded once, not trusting myself to speak. He lunged forward, and I tamped down the rush of fear he inspired when he covered me with his mouth.

“Oh!” My eyes went wide and unseeing, staring at the ceiling as I felt him. He ate me like a man starved, burying his face in me and licking up all he could, sucking my clit and thrusting his tongue inside. “Oh god!”

It’d been over a decade since I’d felt anything like this, and now that it was back, I knew I’d never settle for anything less. My Tirian gave a self-satisfied snort as I lay there, spread out like a starfish as he worked me higher and higher, his thick fingers sliding in and hooking upwards.

God, here it is , I thought with the first wash of orgasm. My whole body tensed, as if bracing for what was to come, and for good reason. It started in the base of my spine, throbbing sullenly, then in great spasming clenches of my cunt around his fingers as my clit exploded.

“God yes…” I sobbed, over and over, as my whole body shook with it. It felt like I could see the moon and the stars and the worlds beyond as the waves washed over me, and he just powered on as I came, pushing me for more and more and more, until finally, I had to gasp for him to stop.

There’s a particular kind of camaraderie that comes from having good sex.

He flopped down beside me, grinning with an ease I don’t think I’d ever seen.

He pulled me close, holding me against his heaving chest before dropping kisses on the top of my head.

For a moment, I just hung there, collected up and held with no more responsibility than to breathe.

And I did, catching that spicy male scent that made my head spin, until finally we pulled apart.

“That was amazing,” I said, the words sounding weird, not adequate to describe what had just happened.

My body felt electric, like someone had turned a switch on that I hadn’t realised was off.

“Seriously, if you had any idea how long it's been since someone’s done that…” I shook my head, then looked down between us.

He was still rigid, but seemed unfazed by this.

“I don’t know if anyone’s ever just…got me off without expecting anything. ”

“Anytime, anywhere…” he purred. I looked at him and saw it wasn’t just me. He looked lit from within, almost glowing with pleasure.

“Roll over,” I said, watching, waiting to see if he’d do it. I didn’t tell Rick what to do, didn’t want to. I’d just wanted him to bugger off.

“Want to go round two?” Peter asked me with a smile, reaching out for me when I straddled him, but I was too low for that. I kneeled astride his knees and then reached out.

“Flick…” He’d been about to insist I didn’t need to do this, I was sure, but those words died off when I wrapped my hand around him. I made it slow and sensual at first, just running my palm up and down his shaft, twisting my wrist as I went, which seemed to pull almost pained gasps from him.

“You OK?” I asked.

He couldn’t answer as his body tensed, providing this truly impressive view of his muscles standing proud, but when I slowed, he nodded quickly. I let his reactions be my guide, scanning his body, listening to the wild music of his groans and pants, to tell me what I needed to know.

His body vibrated like a struck guitar string when he came, his whole body thrusting into the last few strokes, and then a guttural cry released as his cum erupted.

It splattered over his stomach and chest at a rapid rate, my fingers tightening to prolong the pleasure, until finally, his hand went to my wrist to stop me.

I felt curiously proud that I’d been able to bring him low and devastate him with pleasure, because that’s what he looked like. He just lay there limply, then opened his eyes a crack to look at me.

“C’mere,” he rasped, so I snatched his shirt up off the floor and tossed it to him to clean up the mess, then settled down beside him again. “That was fucking amazing. It’s been a bloody long time for me too, Flick, but fuck, I’m glad it was you.”

“It was.”

“Maybe…” He rolled towards me, scanning my face. “If you feel up to it, we could do something like that again.”

My eyes dropped down to his chest, and for a minute, I just watched my finger trace figure eights on his skin.

He wasn’t pushing, wasn’t demanding, but I felt the tension in my body at the suggestion of any kind of future play.

I’d really enjoyed today, would probably enjoy it if we did it tonight, but…

Rick and his mapped-out expectations, always changing but always demanding.

That wasn’t what was happening right now but…

“Check in with me,” I said. “Sorry, this isn’t going to be a spontaneous, tear each other’s clothes off thing, but if you ask me how I’m doing, feel me out about it, that’d probably be best.” I sighed and felt his hand stroke my hair.

“I just can’t predict how I’ll feel at any given moment.

I’m not sure I’m the best mate material. ”

“Don’t say that.” He tipped my chin up and looked into my eyes.

“You’ll always be the best mate for me. I don’t mind checking in, neither of us will mind if you say no.

Not now, or later.” He stroked my hair back from my face and said, “You’ve given me the most amazing gift, one I don’t know how to put into words, but, I’ll never take that for granted, love.

I just wanted you to know I loved this, love touching you, and any time you feel up for it, so am I. ”

I didn’t get to reply, a buzzing sound alerting us to a text being sent through.

Peter rolled over and picked up his phone, then smiled when he unlocked the screen.

There in a text was several photos of Kade playing with a bunch of other kids at what looked like a local park.

He swiped through each one, and we laughed at his pained expression at being mobbed by the girls.

“I need to meet some of these families, especially if Kade’s going to do sleepovers,” I said, something roiling inside my stomach at the thought of that.

Who were they? Did they know what had happened, to me and to Kade? Would they make him feel safe and secure? Would they ? —

“Why don’t we go and see them now? Watch our boy?” Peter asked.

I nodded and then jumped off the bed to put some clothes on.