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Just a little slower
Recovery
By AnitaB
Chapter three: Just a little slower
Nothing was as precious to him as the sweet, light sound of her laughter in his arms. He’d done that. He, Peter Bishop, had made FBI Special Agent Olivia Dunham make that happy, girlish little giggle as he carried her to bed. Nothing topped that, not even the hot silk of her skin under his hands or the taste of her kiss.
Not that he was giving any of it up. Olivia had made the decision and he was going to make damn sure she never regretted a moment of her time in his arms. And he was going to enjoy every single moment she let him stay there, every single touch, kiss, sound. All of it. Starting right this instant.
“Livia,” He laid her back on her bed, breathless at how beautiful she looked when she reached for him. Cupping his hand along her jaw, Peter joyously took the kiss she offered, losing himself in the hot, sweet slide of her tongue and the tight grip of her arms around him. “You are so beautiful, Livi. I want to touch you.”
Her hands slid along his arms to drag hot and soft down his chest, stopping his breath at the heat in her face and the trembling of her fingers. “I thought that was sorta the point of being shirtless and in bed. So touch me already, Peter.”
He fully intended to take her up on that and any other invitation she ever wanted to give him. But there was something he wanted first. “In just a moment, but first…” Peter gave her a smile and moved to the end of the bed, hooking his fingers in the elastic bands at her ankles. “Lift up for me, Livia.” Helplessly staring at the play of her muscles under the softest skin he’d ever gotten his hands on, he pulled her sweatpants down the gorgeous length of her legs an inch at a time until he had two fistfuls of fabric and his girl was kicking her beautiful toes free of the waistband. This woman was lying before him almost bare and reaching for him. It was like she wanted him to have a heart attack right here at her feet.
And he might, but not before he’d put his hands and his mouth against every tiny little bit of that skin. Throwing the pants aside, Peter filled his hands with the hot silk of her skin, dragging his fingertips slowly up her thighs and guiding her legs around his waist. He adored the helpless arch of her back and the desperate sound on her lips. //That’s it, my sweet Olivia, need me more.\ Sliding over the fabric at her hips, Peter angled his hips high between her legs and leaned down closer for the sound of his name on her lips and the bite of her nails in his back. “Peter, get up here, now.” Her nails scratched lightly up his back to drag through his hair. Every nerve in his body agreed that obeying the strong and beautiful woman in his arms was the only way to go.
Moving faster, he lowered himself into her arms and claimed her lips for a deep and breathless kiss. Her heels crossed behind his back and she held him closer with every inch of her body. Bracing his elbows on either side of her ribs, Peter ran his fingers through her hair and lost himself in her kiss. This was the heat, silk, and sweetness that he had always wanted. This was heaven, right here in her arms. “Livia,”
The next thing he knew, his strong little agent had turned the tables on him. Peter found himself flat on his back with his wrists pinned above his head and the most gorgeous woman in the world kneeling across his hips. And she was smiling down at him. Dear lord he loved her smiles. “Peter, do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”
He found himself smiling and slid his fingers through hers. “I was touching you, holding you. Just like you asked for.” Peter groaned at the heat of her body lying over his, at the feel of her hips shifting and rocking against him. “Wasn’t I doing it right?” His hips responded helplessly, fighting to feel her closer.
“Perfectly,” She giggled against his lips, sending his nerves pleading for more. “Just a little slower than I wanted.” Olivia gave him a kiss that tightened every muscle in his body and that was before she smiled down at him and rubbed the lace of her bra over his chest. “Or we’d both be a lot more naked than this by now.” It was torture, to have her hands keeping his from taking care of that whole issue. He would happily strip every last inch of fabric off her skin and lose himself in the heat of her, of all of her against all of him.
“If you wanted to be naked, all you had to do was ask.” He pulled at her grip on his hands, just a gesture not really a struggle. “Let me go, sweet Livi, and I’ll get rid of all your clothes.”
“And yours, too, right?” Her hips pressed hard against the zipper of his jeans, lace dragging over denim. “I’m not going to be the only one naked, Peter.” He watched her back arch and her teeth sink into her lip, feeling the same spark and heat trembling through him.
“Believe me, Olivia, I’m absolutely fine being naked anytime you are. Please.” Peter got his eyes to her face before he angled his hips under hers with an arch and a rub. The little sound on her lips was worth any price. For that sound, she could handcuff him fully clothed to her headboard for hours. “Livia, please.” Suddenly his hands were free as hers reached behind her back for the clasp of her bra. He knew exactly what to do with those freed fingers. Peter cupped the lace-covered curves of her breasts in both hands, stroking her stiffened nipples through the fabric. He couldn’t help a smile as her fingers stumbled over the clasp for a few extra seconds. Finally the cloth slipped away and it was his turn to make low, helpless little sounds.
//So damn pretty, my Livia.\ Nothing was as soft and warm as her curves filling his palms. She felt so good in his hands, but it wasn’t enough. Peter needed a taste. Weakly sliding his hands to her back, he pulled her body down over his to wrap his lips around that hard little peak. “Peter,” He adored the arch of her back and the bite of her nails in his back. He loved the taste and feel of her in his mouth, the sweet trembling of her body over and against his. She was so beautiful, so perfect, and so sweetly responsive. It made him wonder what other responses he could get out of her, what else he could make her feel with his hands, mouth, and body.
And just how much he was going to love every single second he could spend finding out. “That’s my girl. Is that fast enough for you, Livia, or do you want more?” She tried to pull back, but he couldn’t let her go just yet. Bracing one hand wide in the middle of her back, he dragged his other palm down her side to curve along her hip, tracing his fingertips over the last fabric on her body. Those hips moved under his hand, shifting against his ribs with a sweet little groan. Peter helplessly kissed his way over her heart to drag his tongue along her other breast just to hear another of those groans. “Do you want me to get these off you, to touch you all over…”
He might have continued speaking, but her response stopped his voice in his throat. His Livia trembled from head to toe and breathed his name right against his lips. “Pe—Peter. Yes.” He was helpless before that sound, needed to hear it just like that again and again. Sliding his fingertips inside the cloth, Peter dragged her body flush against his own, arching his hips into the cradle of hers with a low groan of her name.
His body knew what they both wanted, needed and he moved to get it. Peter found Olivia flat on her back. He found himself kneeling between her ankles, dragging her underwear down the length of her gorgeous legs. The cloth barely cleared her toes before she was sitting up with her hands at his belt. Her teeth worried at her lower lip as her fingers fought the buckle. “Olivia,”
She smiled, sending another happy little jump into his heart rate. “As naked as I am, right, Peter?” The belt gave with a jerk and her fingers brushed hot and low against his stomach. She was killing him and he loved it. “You’ve got some ground to cover to catch up. Lose the jeans.” If he let her hands get any closer to his erection, he’d end up buried inside her with those jeans still around his knees.
“Whoa, Livi. Let me…” Catching both her hands, Peter twined their fingers together and planted a hot and desperate kiss on her sweet lips. “These fingers are too dangerous to be let loose on their own.” He made himself pull back, sliding off the edge of the bed before he let go of her hands. “Stay put,” Olivia stopped on her knees, already too close for his concentration. The pout on her lips said she wanted closer. Maybe even as close as he wanted her to be. Just not quite yet. “Patience, Livia.”
She merely arched an eyebrow at him and crossed her arms over her stomach. The expression on her face left her opinion of patience pretty clear. “I’ve never been that good at waiting, Peter. You better hurry.”
“Believe me, I’m motivated, Livia.” Peter watched her face, loved the way her eyes locked on his hands as he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. “I want this as much as you do… maybe more.”
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By AnitaB
Chapter three: Just a little slower
Nothing was as precious to him as the sweet, light sound of her laughter in his arms. He’d done that. He, Peter Bishop, had made FBI Special Agent Olivia Dunham make that happy, girlish little giggle as he carried her to bed. Nothing topped that, not even the hot silk of her skin under his hands or the taste of her kiss.
Not that he was giving any of it up. Olivia had made the decision and he was going to make damn sure she never regretted a moment of her time in his arms. And he was going to enjoy every single moment she let him stay there, every single touch, kiss, sound. All of it. Starting right this instant.
“Livia,” He laid her back on her bed, breathless at how beautiful she looked when she reached for him. Cupping his hand along her jaw, Peter joyously took the kiss she offered, losing himself in the hot, sweet slide of her tongue and the tight grip of her arms around him. “You are so beautiful, Livi. I want to touch you.”
Her hands slid along his arms to drag hot and soft down his chest, stopping his breath at the heat in her face and the trembling of her fingers. “I thought that was sorta the point of being shirtless and in bed. So touch me already, Peter.”
He fully intended to take her up on that and any other invitation she ever wanted to give him. But there was something he wanted first. “In just a moment, but first…” Peter gave her a smile and moved to the end of the bed, hooking his fingers in the elastic bands at her ankles. “Lift up for me, Livia.” Helplessly staring at the play of her muscles under the softest skin he’d ever gotten his hands on, he pulled her sweatpants down the gorgeous length of her legs an inch at a time until he had two fistfuls of fabric and his girl was kicking her beautiful toes free of the waistband. This woman was lying before him almost bare and reaching for him. It was like she wanted him to have a heart attack right here at her feet.
And he might, but not before he’d put his hands and his mouth against every tiny little bit of that skin. Throwing the pants aside, Peter filled his hands with the hot silk of her skin, dragging his fingertips slowly up her thighs and guiding her legs around his waist. He adored the helpless arch of her back and the desperate sound on her lips. //That’s it, my sweet Olivia, need me more.\ Sliding over the fabric at her hips, Peter angled his hips high between her legs and leaned down closer for the sound of his name on her lips and the bite of her nails in his back. “Peter, get up here, now.” Her nails scratched lightly up his back to drag through his hair. Every nerve in his body agreed that obeying the strong and beautiful woman in his arms was the only way to go.
Moving faster, he lowered himself into her arms and claimed her lips for a deep and breathless kiss. Her heels crossed behind his back and she held him closer with every inch of her body. Bracing his elbows on either side of her ribs, Peter ran his fingers through her hair and lost himself in her kiss. This was the heat, silk, and sweetness that he had always wanted. This was heaven, right here in her arms. “Livia,”
The next thing he knew, his strong little agent had turned the tables on him. Peter found himself flat on his back with his wrists pinned above his head and the most gorgeous woman in the world kneeling across his hips. And she was smiling down at him. Dear lord he loved her smiles. “Peter, do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”
He found himself smiling and slid his fingers through hers. “I was touching you, holding you. Just like you asked for.” Peter groaned at the heat of her body lying over his, at the feel of her hips shifting and rocking against him. “Wasn’t I doing it right?” His hips responded helplessly, fighting to feel her closer.
“Perfectly,” She giggled against his lips, sending his nerves pleading for more. “Just a little slower than I wanted.” Olivia gave him a kiss that tightened every muscle in his body and that was before she smiled down at him and rubbed the lace of her bra over his chest. “Or we’d both be a lot more naked than this by now.” It was torture, to have her hands keeping his from taking care of that whole issue. He would happily strip every last inch of fabric off her skin and lose himself in the heat of her, of all of her against all of him.
“If you wanted to be naked, all you had to do was ask.” He pulled at her grip on his hands, just a gesture not really a struggle. “Let me go, sweet Livi, and I’ll get rid of all your clothes.”
“And yours, too, right?” Her hips pressed hard against the zipper of his jeans, lace dragging over denim. “I’m not going to be the only one naked, Peter.” He watched her back arch and her teeth sink into her lip, feeling the same spark and heat trembling through him.
“Believe me, Olivia, I’m absolutely fine being naked anytime you are. Please.” Peter got his eyes to her face before he angled his hips under hers with an arch and a rub. The little sound on her lips was worth any price. For that sound, she could handcuff him fully clothed to her headboard for hours. “Livia, please.” Suddenly his hands were free as hers reached behind her back for the clasp of her bra. He knew exactly what to do with those freed fingers. Peter cupped the lace-covered curves of her breasts in both hands, stroking her stiffened nipples through the fabric. He couldn’t help a smile as her fingers stumbled over the clasp for a few extra seconds. Finally the cloth slipped away and it was his turn to make low, helpless little sounds.
//So damn pretty, my Livia.\ Nothing was as soft and warm as her curves filling his palms. She felt so good in his hands, but it wasn’t enough. Peter needed a taste. Weakly sliding his hands to her back, he pulled her body down over his to wrap his lips around that hard little peak. “Peter,” He adored the arch of her back and the bite of her nails in his back. He loved the taste and feel of her in his mouth, the sweet trembling of her body over and against his. She was so beautiful, so perfect, and so sweetly responsive. It made him wonder what other responses he could get out of her, what else he could make her feel with his hands, mouth, and body.
And just how much he was going to love every single second he could spend finding out. “That’s my girl. Is that fast enough for you, Livia, or do you want more?” She tried to pull back, but he couldn’t let her go just yet. Bracing one hand wide in the middle of her back, he dragged his other palm down her side to curve along her hip, tracing his fingertips over the last fabric on her body. Those hips moved under his hand, shifting against his ribs with a sweet little groan. Peter helplessly kissed his way over her heart to drag his tongue along her other breast just to hear another of those groans. “Do you want me to get these off you, to touch you all over…”
He might have continued speaking, but her response stopped his voice in his throat. His Livia trembled from head to toe and breathed his name right against his lips. “Pe—Peter. Yes.” He was helpless before that sound, needed to hear it just like that again and again. Sliding his fingertips inside the cloth, Peter dragged her body flush against his own, arching his hips into the cradle of hers with a low groan of her name.
His body knew what they both wanted, needed and he moved to get it. Peter found Olivia flat on her back. He found himself kneeling between her ankles, dragging her underwear down the length of her gorgeous legs. The cloth barely cleared her toes before she was sitting up with her hands at his belt. Her teeth worried at her lower lip as her fingers fought the buckle. “Olivia,”
She smiled, sending another happy little jump into his heart rate. “As naked as I am, right, Peter?” The belt gave with a jerk and her fingers brushed hot and low against his stomach. She was killing him and he loved it. “You’ve got some ground to cover to catch up. Lose the jeans.” If he let her hands get any closer to his erection, he’d end up buried inside her with those jeans still around his knees.
“Whoa, Livi. Let me…” Catching both her hands, Peter twined their fingers together and planted a hot and desperate kiss on her sweet lips. “These fingers are too dangerous to be let loose on their own.” He made himself pull back, sliding off the edge of the bed before he let go of her hands. “Stay put,” Olivia stopped on her knees, already too close for his concentration. The pout on her lips said she wanted closer. Maybe even as close as he wanted her to be. Just not quite yet. “Patience, Livia.”
She merely arched an eyebrow at him and crossed her arms over her stomach. The expression on her face left her opinion of patience pretty clear. “I’ve never been that good at waiting, Peter. You better hurry.”
“Believe me, I’m motivated, Livia.” Peter watched her face, loved the way her eyes locked on his hands as he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. “I want this as much as you do… maybe more.”
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