You moaned after slipping off your heels and dropping them to the ground. Your feet were killing you and it felt excellent to give them some freedom and comfort.

Peter was grabbing two drinks from his penthouse suite kitchen. You walked to the counter and leaned on it and admired him.

He was a very handsome man, and he was sweet, which made him even hotter. You couldn't help yourself. He had his back to you when you wrapped your arms around his waist.

He chuckled, continuing to carefully pour the drinks.

"Well hello babe." He spoke in a sexy, raspy voice. You reached around to grab a martini.

"Hey lover," you purred. He groaned in response.

You and Peter haven't gone any farther than a steamy make out. Despite being together for a year, you didn't feel ready and wanted the first time to be special. Peter understood and never made you feel forced to do anything.

You were on a special trip for your anniversary and you felt that maybe it was time to go for it. Peter had no idea what was in store for him tonight.

You sat on the couch next to him, taking sips from your alcohol and stealing kisses in between stories you shared.

"Remember that one time where you-" you leaned over and pecked him on the lips. You pulled away and leaned down to his neck, suckling on the soft skin.

He groaned, gently pushing you to lay on the couch. He started to kiss your neck gently but passionately. He found your sweet spot earning a moan from you.

"Peter.." you stammered.

"yeah darling?"

"I think.. I think I'm ready," he quickly pulled away.

"Are you sure? This isn't the alcohol talking?" You chuckled and shook your head, "no, I've wanted to since this morning."

He picked you up and carried you bridal style to your bedroom. He quickly hovered over you and resumed his work on your neck. You held the back of his head.

"Oh Peter," you felt a warm tingle spread through your belly and in between your legs. He smirked to himself while suckling on the same spot. Without a doubt leaving a love bite.

He began undressing himself slowly. You raked your fingers over his chest and down his happy trail. He was delicious to the eye. You undressed yourself too. Taking your pink satin dress off and letting it fall down your legs.

He groaned, loving the sight of your lace panties. His erection strained in his underwear. He took them off and your eyes widened. He was huge.

He pressed kisses to your breasts and licked down to your stomach. He made sure you felt the most loved without saying a single word.

"Are you ready?" You nodded eagerly. He smiled and pulled the panties down. He carefully spread your legs to reveal your glistening heat, all for him.

"I'll be very gentle. If you don't want to, we don't have to," you took his hand in yours, "trust me baby, I'm all yours."

He nuzzled his head between your thighs, leaving kisses to your lower lips. His tongue explored your clit, making you arch your back in pleasure. His tongue was experienced, and knew all the places that would drive you wild.

He slowly inserted one finger into your heat. It hurt at first, but soon felt wonderful. You were eagerly longing for him.

"Peter please," you begged. He kissed your breast once more before kissing your lips tenderly.

"Anything you wish." He positioned himself at your entrance and slowly pushed in. Your back arched more than ever. It felt so painful but so incredible all at once. He nuzzled his head into your neck while he waited for you to adjust.

You took a couple minutes and embraced him. Enjoying the feeling of the two of you being more connected. It felt like a puzzle was finally completed.

"I'm ready."

He pressed kisses along your collarbone as he started to move his hips. He bit his lip while sweat started to bead on the both of you. You could tell he was holding back and for that, you were appreciative.

You felt something tight run through your center. Jolts of pleasure rushed through you. Peter was grunting quietly, his member tightening.

"Baby I'm close." He moaned into your ear.

You felt warm fluid rope inside you. It felt too good and you came too. Your first orgasm and it was from Peter.

Peter caught his breath. Laying over you. Your chests pressed together and your legs wrapped around his hips.

He looked exceptional. His face glowing from a sheen of sweat. His short hair sticking up and his breath smelled of cigarettes and martinis. You found yourself addicted.

You pulled him into a passionate and gentle lip lock. He slowly pulled out of you, leaving you empty.

"I love you so much y/n."

"I love you a million times more, Peter."