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[His efforts are rewarded with a series of soft moans and pleased sighs, sometimes, even an utterance of his name. Bela doesn’t know how long she'll last if he keeps it up like this, but it's a fleeting thought because everything he's doing feels so damn good; she's in absolute heaven.

The occasional curse word does slip from her lips, followed by a deep groan of pleasure. Her hips start to move slowly against his mouth, hands reaching down below to find something to hold onto, fingers twisting in the sheets as she cries out again, louder than before.

Somehow, Bela notices that one of his hands moved away from her, and she doesn't know why. Until she hears him moan. Was he? Because if he was doing what Bela thinks he's doing, it's really hot.]

I'm close... [Maybe he could tell already, though she did want to give him a warning.]

Mmm...

[That's supposed to be a confirmation that he hears her, since he's still not able to talk. He starts to move his tongue a little faster, swiping it against her as he continues to touch himself.

He pulls away just for a second to talk to her, and his voice is heavy with want.]

It's okay. You can come.

[Then, he's back to it, returning to his place between her legs and resuming his patterns and hums. His hands is moving more quickly between his own legs, so if it wasn't obvious enough before, it's abundantly clear now what he's doing.]

[Upping the pace is going to make it difficult for Bela to hold back, though it's fine. She will enjoy the extra sensation as she moans again, her breathing starting to become uneven.]

Oh, I will.

[Is all that she can manage to say before making another sound, barely holding on. It doesn't help that now Bela can hear what Peter was doing with his hand, and part of her wishes that she was doing that for him instead.]

You can come too, Peter.

[After that, words were failing her. She lets go, stopping herself from holding back because she needs to feel that release; Bela is tipped over the edge a few moments later, coming hard as she calls out his name.]

[He would have laughed if his mouth hadn't been preoccupied - how quickly she'd gone from speaking to crying out, her muscles spasming and her thighs clenching around his head as she rode out her climax. He didn't let up until she finished, and he eagerly swallowed up her release.]

Beautiful.

[He's looking at her now as he kneels in front of her. His hand is still moving and he hungrily takes in her form, nude except for her bra and looking completely sated. It only takes a few more strokes before he's nearly curling in on himself, coming with a short curse.]

[Given a few moments, Bela would have happily taken care of that for him, but it's more interesting to see Peter do it to himself. As she thought earlier, it's incredibly hot and it flares up her arousal, even after she just came.

She's looking back at him with a heated gaze, watching closely as he brings himself to his climax, groaning at the sight.]

Remind me to let you watch me next time.

[Bela purrs, getting up into a seated position and leaning in close to brush her fingers along his cheek.]

You okay?

[The purr is replaced by something softer.]

[His breath is starting to get back to normal, as is his heart rate, but her touch excites him just the same. The thought of watching her touch herself was amazing on its own, and his brain filed the image away for use at a later time.]

So you're saying there's gonna be a next time?

[He's still a little breathless when he speaks, but he's smiling now, using his clean hand to touch her wandering hand.]

I'm great. Never better. Kinda wanna lay down, though.

Of course there's going to be a next time.

[She rolls her eyes playfully at him before smiling at the touch, completely at ease with it. The little moments like this were nice, even if she wouldn't admit it loud.]

Good. I'm glad. You've certainly earned yourself a lie down after that. But first-

[Bela reaches for his other hand, bringing it to her mouth to clean it with her tongue, her movements slow and deliberate. When she's done, she puts his hand down again, giving him another smile.]

There. Now you can have a little rest.

[She cleaned him up like this last time, and it was just as hot this time. He sighs and lies down next to her, relishing both the coolness of the sheets and the warmth of her body touching him at once.]

I seem to recall you wanting something else from me, too. Is that still on the table, or are you too tired?

[He was okay with either option, honestly. He'd be ready to go again in a few minutes, but if she was done, he could rest here with her.]

[She reaches over to run her fingers down his arm, wanting to be close, yet not initiate anything else until Peter was ready again.]

I'm not too tired, so it's still on the table. [Bela smiles, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his lips.]

I think I'd like to use my mouth on you, since I haven't done it before. You could lie down if you'd like.

[It's up to him, but she does want to do at some point.]

[He kisses her back, and keeps kissing her for a bit longer, running his hands down her sides.]

That sounds amazing.

[The kisses are helping him get turned on again, and he slips his tongue into her mouth, moaning softly.]

[She rolls her tongue along his, pressing into the kiss with a little more heat. Bela is happy to kiss him for a while, skimming her hands down along his body, itching to touch him. When she breaks the kiss, she remains close to his face.]

Just let me know when you're ready.

[He probably was, though she still wanted to check.]

I'm ready.

[And he's not lying. The kisses are making heat spread up all through his body and he presses an extra kiss to her forehead.]

I know that whatever you do, it's going to be feel good.

I want to make you feel good, Peter.

[There's a smile before she pulls back from him, directing her attention to his neck. She isn't going to go for the prize right away, she wants to build up to that. Besides, she hasn't had much of a chance to properly explore him yet.

Bela nuzzles his neck for a moment then drops a few kisses along it until she finds a spot that she wants to mark, licking and sucking at the skin until it bruises a little. Her tongue gently soothes it afterwards then she shifts to kiss a path along one collarbone, moving over until the other gets the same amount of attention.

She has to move down a little to plant kisses on his chest, taking her time to explore every inch of it until her lips meet his stomach. With a hum against his skin, Bela sucks and gently kisses along it, dipping her tongue into his navel to give it a bit of attention as well.

Shifting even further down she pauses just at his boxers, lifting her gaze to him. ]

Still okay?

[ Just checking that he wasn't being too overwhelmed right now.]

You're copying me.

[He's teasing her, but he loves the attention. He exhales when she kisses his chest, and his back arches as she keeps drifting lower and lower. Once she's below his waist, he's more than ready for her, and she can most likely see and feel his excitement even though his shorts are still on.]

Please. Yes. Keep going.

[His voice is already rough and he's looking down at her with obvious lust in his eyes. He wanted to imprint the image of her bent over him in his mind forever.]

How could I say no to that?

[The tone of voice and the way he's looking at her is something that Bela enjoys. She also notices his excitement, so she doesn't waste any time in stripping him off his boxers, pulling them down with her hands and off his legs, letting them drop to the floor. Bela has to take a moment to look him over, smiling at what she could see in front of her.

She gently nudges his legs a little further apart and gets comfortable before leaning in to swirl her tongue around the tip of his length, humming as she does so. It isn't long until she opens her mouth fully around him, taking him in further before pulling back gently, repeating it a few times until she finds a gentle rhythm.

Eventually, she'll pick up speed but she doesn't want him to come too quickly.]

[He actually wasn't expecting her to be as gentle as she was, and in response, his hips roll in a similar gentle motion. He tries to match the rhythm she's creating, but he's very turned on and that makes it difficult to pay close attention.]

Ah! Just... that, yes.

[He tries to give directions as well, but that fails just as much as anything else. Words are increasingly difficult to remember, and he can only moan out between gasping breaths.

His instinct is to grab on to her hair, to stroke it encouragingly, but times like these make him worried about misusing his strength. So instead, Peter makes two fists and digs his nails into his palms. This way, she doesn't get hurt, the sheets don't tear, and the bed stays unbroken.]

[Hearing him say those words means that she's doing everything right. She also enjoys hearing Peter moan and gasp, and she absolutely wants to hear more from him.

One of her hands moves over to touch his leg, fingers dragging slowly down it to give him more sensations. Her other hand braces against the bed to support herself before she pulls her mouth completely off him to take a quick breath, then takes him in her mouth again as far as she can go without choking herself.

When she is ready to, Bela gradually picks up the pace and resumes what she did before, bobbing her head up and down, sucking a little harder. She lifts her gaze to look at him, hoping that he'll look back at her.]

[Her nails pressing into his thigh get a groan in response, and he's so hard it hurts. She's taking him deeper, and he softly curses at the feeling of her tongue up against him.]

Bels, it's good. Please, don't stop.

[She had said she didn't mind the nickname, so it felt safe to use. One of his hands unclenches, and he's able to hold back enough to prop himself up on his elbow to look at her. She's looking at him, and their eyes lock.]

You're so good at this.

[She can't answer him right now, but she still likes the nickname and how it sounds when he's telling her not to stop. Which she won't, not until she gets him over the edge.

When their eyes meet and she realises that he's watching her to do this to him, Bela groans, getting turned on herself. His words also spur her on as she redoubles her efforts, picking up the pace, her fingers rubbing hard circles into his leg, humming again to create a vibration.

She wants to give him as much as possible, overwhelm his senses. ]

[He tries to maintain eye contact, but she starts humming around him, and he tosses his head back with a helpless moan. The vibrations feel wonderful, making him thrust into her mouth again.

He flops back down to the bed, panting as he stares up at the ceiling. He's just concentrating on how warm she feels as she swallows him down, and how her hand on his thigh just might leave a mark.]

Close, beautiful. So close, you're so good to me...

[That moan sends a thrill down her spine and she wonders how close he was, needing to hear him cry out again.

She hears the mattress squeaking, quickly realising that Peter is lying flat against the bed now - he probably needs it, because she's been working him over pretty hard for the past while.

Then she hears those words, enjoying the praise and appreciation for what she is doing to him; her fingers continue to touch his thigh and she pauses for a moment to inhale through her nose. When Bela has that moment she pulls her mouth off him, then swallows him again, sucking as hard as she could.]

[The increased pressure is what finally does him in. Her mouth, lips, tongue, it all combined into a heavenly feeling that sent him over the edge.]

Can't... Gonna...

[He tries to warn her, but words aren't coming quickly enough. With a full-body shudder, Peter comes, releasing into her mouth with a loud cry and another arch of his back. Stars burst behind his eyelids as his orgasm washes over him.

He rides it out the rest of the way, collapsing back down onto the bed almost trembling from the exertion.]

[Even with the slight warning, she's prepared. She relishes that cry Peter makes, how his body moves when he comes; she swallows everything that he gives to her, fine with doing that.

Once she's sure he's finished, Bela slowly releases him and licks her lips to clean off any remnants before moving up to lie down beside him, needing to take a rest before they would do anything else.

There's a smile on her face as she reaches over to run her fingers gently down his arm, hoping to help ease him back to normal. Bela doesn't say anything just yet.]

[Bela returns to curl up next to him, and he wraps one arm around her to pull her in close. He presses a few kisses to the top of her head and allows himself to relax, feeling his pulse returning to normal.]

You've convinced me. This was the best idea ever.

[He uses the hand that's not holding her close to cup her chin and pull her towards him for more kisses. Peter can taste himself on her lips and it's more of a turn on than he would have thought.]

Do you want me to keep telling you how wonderful you are? Or is it too much?

[She is not used to being held like this. Bela knows it's a thing that people do as part of intimacy, cuddling and kisses, but it's not something she has ever really done. She does her best to not let her apprehension get the best of her, relaxing against him.]

So it wasn't the best idea before?

[It's a gentle tease before he brings her in for another few kisses, and she can't think of anything else right now because they felt nice. Maybe she could get used to this - in time.]

No, it's not too much. I like hearing how wonderful I am. [Bela laughs softly.] I've just never really done the whole pillow talk thing.

[Bela decides to admit to it.]

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