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1 one-shot: Peter/Claire
Title: Arousing
Words: 577
Rating: NC-17
Characers/Pairings: Peter/Claire
Warnings: Uncle/niece relationship not mentioned. I like to them of not related in such a way. Oh and it's PWP.
Author's Notes: Happy birthday,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
paynesgrey! You are one amazing woman. I hope your day is full of laughter, drinks, and presents. Oh, and loved ones, right.
Peter closed his eyes, aware of the beautiful woman curled up next to him. Claire was looking at him, and he could feel her eyes as he tried to sleep. Her hands drifted over his chest and traveled downward. Her fingertips caressed his stomach, lingering.
Kissing his neck, she murmured, "I want to have some fun," before her hand dropped lower. He sucked in air as when her hand wrapped around him. He was already hard, throbbing with want despite the fact they had barely just finished.
Her hand moved up and down his shaft, making him moan. He opened his eyes, looking at her. Claire was grinning at him mischievously. She pulled out of his arms and slid down his body until she had settled herself between his legs. Catching his eye again, she lowered her mouth, flicking her tongue across the tip of his penis, licking up the precum that was already there and swallowing.
Peter moaned, thrusting upward toward her. Claire took that as encouragement to take him in her mouth. He thrust upward, almost choking her. Her hands drifted up to cup his balls, massaging them as her mouth moved up and down his shift.
Her mouth was soft and hot, engulfing him in heat. She released him, licking up the length of his shaft and then stopping to grin at him. "Do you like this? Do you like my mouth on you?" she whispered in a low and sexy voice.
Peter couldn't form a response. The way her tongue moved expertly and purposely was almost took much to bear. He wasn't sure he could hold on much longer. "Claire—"
"Don't argue. Just relax. Come for me," Claire whispered in the same voice. Her tongue flicked across his tip in circles. The tip of her tongue circled his tip, barely touching it but Peter still bucked up off the bed, thrusting toward her.
Claire took him in her mouth again, her hands holding the bottom of his shaft and sliding upward until she touched her own mouth, and then stroking back downward. Peter moaned, wanting nothing more than to release himself into her mouth.
"Fuck, Claire," he moaned, closing his eyes.
"Come for me," she repeated. He could hear her practically rolling her eyes at his pride.
"This isn't the time," he told her between moans.
She took him farther in his mouth than she had before. Pulling back she released him. "I want to taste you. I want this. Don't you want to give me what I want?" she asked seductively. Her tongue moved across his tip, inciting a moan.
"Claire—" he moaned as she took him in her mouth, as deep as she could. He couldn't take it anymore. Holding it in was killing him. It felt like torture. He cried her name as his body shook and he exploded into her mouth. The pleasure was unbearable; she incited something inside him no one else did.
He watched her as she took what he offered and swallowed it, looking him in the eye as she did. "Thank you, Peter," she said in a falsely meek voice. "I enjoyed that."
She moved up his body, curling back up beside him. She kissed his neck. Roughly, he pulled her on top of him, getting a giggle in return, and kissed her thoroughly. He tasted his own salty taste on her tongue, but It didn't bother him. In fact, it was arousing.
Words: 577
Rating: NC-17
Characers/Pairings: Peter/Claire
Warnings: Uncle/niece relationship not mentioned. I like to them of not related in such a way. Oh and it's PWP.
Author's Notes: Happy birthday,
paynesgrey! You are one amazing woman. I hope your day is full of laughter, drinks, and presents. Oh, and loved ones, right.Peter closed his eyes, aware of the beautiful woman curled up next to him. Claire was looking at him, and he could feel her eyes as he tried to sleep. Her hands drifted over his chest and traveled downward. Her fingertips caressed his stomach, lingering.
Kissing his neck, she murmured, "I want to have some fun," before her hand dropped lower. He sucked in air as when her hand wrapped around him. He was already hard, throbbing with want despite the fact they had barely just finished.
Her hand moved up and down his shaft, making him moan. He opened his eyes, looking at her. Claire was grinning at him mischievously. She pulled out of his arms and slid down his body until she had settled herself between his legs. Catching his eye again, she lowered her mouth, flicking her tongue across the tip of his penis, licking up the precum that was already there and swallowing.
Peter moaned, thrusting upward toward her. Claire took that as encouragement to take him in her mouth. He thrust upward, almost choking her. Her hands drifted up to cup his balls, massaging them as her mouth moved up and down his shift.
Her mouth was soft and hot, engulfing him in heat. She released him, licking up the length of his shaft and then stopping to grin at him. "Do you like this? Do you like my mouth on you?" she whispered in a low and sexy voice.
Peter couldn't form a response. The way her tongue moved expertly and purposely was almost took much to bear. He wasn't sure he could hold on much longer. "Claire—"
"Don't argue. Just relax. Come for me," Claire whispered in the same voice. Her tongue flicked across his tip in circles. The tip of her tongue circled his tip, barely touching it but Peter still bucked up off the bed, thrusting toward her.
Claire took him in her mouth again, her hands holding the bottom of his shaft and sliding upward until she touched her own mouth, and then stroking back downward. Peter moaned, wanting nothing more than to release himself into her mouth.
"Fuck, Claire," he moaned, closing his eyes.
"Come for me," she repeated. He could hear her practically rolling her eyes at his pride.
"This isn't the time," he told her between moans.
She took him farther in his mouth than she had before. Pulling back she released him. "I want to taste you. I want this. Don't you want to give me what I want?" she asked seductively. Her tongue moved across his tip, inciting a moan.
"Claire—" he moaned as she took him in her mouth, as deep as she could. He couldn't take it anymore. Holding it in was killing him. It felt like torture. He cried her name as his body shook and he exploded into her mouth. The pleasure was unbearable; she incited something inside him no one else did.
He watched her as she took what he offered and swallowed it, looking him in the eye as she did. "Thank you, Peter," she said in a falsely meek voice. "I enjoyed that."
She moved up his body, curling back up beside him. She kissed his neck. Roughly, he pulled her on top of him, getting a giggle in return, and kissed her thoroughly. He tasted his own salty taste on her tongue, but It didn't bother him. In fact, it was arousing.