Peter started kissing his way up my leg, murmuring words that caressed almost as much as his mouth, his hands stroking my flesh in a way that had me whipped into a frenzy in no time. I writhed, I squirmed, I stroked and touched and teased him just as much as he stroked and touched and teased me. I kept my moans to a whispered level, and by the time his mouth had moved up to very sensitive ground, I was more or less one giant blob of orgasmic Kiya.
“Please,” I begged when he lifted his head to gently bite my hip.
“Please what?” he asked, his voice soft and husky at the same time.
“Please do whatever else you want, because I really like your list so far,” I managed to get out.
He chuckled against my belly, then moved upward, catching my legs under his arms as he did so. “My list is long
