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  I was never insecure in my real life; I was always fairly confident, though I didn't act arrogant or entitled.  But with Peter, I realized he was making me insecure just by being himself.  He was different, alternative, semi-hippy- semi-not, sexy, caring, and a man I was quickly falling for.
  Peter was who I wanted to love, so I was going to open up to him and give him the reason to want to fall in love with me, too.
  Before I was picked up by Steven for my Aunt Carla's, after a nap, shower, and feeling remarkably better, I decided to call Peter.  I called him with anxious knots in my stomach but he didn't answer.
  “Hi Peter... Sorry again for the drunk-dial.  But that was another first for me, so you should feel privileged.  I'm on my way to Christmas dinner, but I’ll probably be home around 9-ish.  I'd love to see you tonight as well.  I hope you had a wonderful Christmas.  Talk to you later.”  

  I almost said I miss you, and I almost said I can't stop thinking about you, too, but I decided to show him later how I was feeling about him.
                                                          

                                                 *****

  When I arrived home 5 1/2 hours later after Steven drove me back, I was greeted by Peter at my door again. 

  With a happy, relieved, excited whoosh of breath, I looked at him for a second before walking to him.  Smiling, I realized Peter looked so good, and he smelled so sexy, and he just felt so right standing at my door.  Giving him a huge hug, I released all the tension I had created for myself with him, and I enjoyed the quiet moment between us in the hallway.
  “I hope you don't mind me stopping by,” he grinned with my body plastered all over his.  But instead of my usual smartass comment, I told him the truth.  I wanted him with me which made him hug me a little tighter.
  When we eventually pulled apart and entered my apartment, I realized I was exhausted.  Plopping on the couch with Peter beside me, I snuggled up and just breathed him in.
  “Did you have turkey for dinner?”
  “Yes, and everything else you could possibly think of.  My Aunt has a very eclectic dinner selection for every nationality of every relative or in-law who attends,” I moaned.
  “You seem to be suffering tryptophan overload,” he smiled as I nodded.     “Plus, it's been a long day.  Would you like to sleep, Sophie?”
  “I'm so sorry, but I just feel so tired now with you.  Oh, because you relax me, not because you're boring,” I grinned as he laughed at me.
  “Come on... Go clean up and I'll meet you in bed.  I'm fairly tired myself.  And we have a whole week to be awake with each other,” he prompted by pulling me off the couch.
  “Okay...”
  After a bathroom break, a super quick shower, and pulling on my comfy pajamas I met a very naked Peter in my bed.  Totally naked, lifting the comforter for me, I was suddenly very,
very
awake looking at him.
  “You're naked,” I grinned with a slight blush.
  “I have no clothes here,” he grinned back. “Why don't you pretend you don't have any clothes here either?” He winked.
  “Um...” He could be cute, too.
  As usual, I was in a moment of physical insecurity, but deciding to screw it, I pulled off my pajama top and stood beside my bed topless.  Not quite able to pull off my bottoms with all the light in my room, I decided to reach for the bedside light just as Peter decided to reach for me.
  Moving himself into a sitting position on the edge of the bed with his feet on the floor, Peter took my breasts into his hands as he kissed each nipple.  Cupping me, his thumbs caressed my nipples as he stared at my eyes.  Doing that intense, watch my reactions thing again, I smiled down at him because I was unable to tell him I loved his touch.
  When he leaned forward and pushed my breasts together to flick his tongue on each nipple in turn, I found my hands raise to hold his head closer to me.
  “I missed you, Sophie.”
  “Oh god... I missed you, too,” I moaned as he sucked a nipple deeply making my back arch closer to him.
  “I love your breasts.  They're much fuller than your small body deserves.  That's not really fair, is it?” He teased.
  “Nope, it’s not fair at all.  I got a good rack for sure,” I laughed.  “But I think they were compensated by the cellulite on my ass, so...” But Peter took that moment to suck harder while gripping my ass closer with his hand. 

  Moaning in my room, he was doing things to me.  He was making me aroused and pulling me closer to him.  Emotionally, I wanted to just jump him and have a piece of him deep inside me.  But I knew Peter wasn't going to just screw me, so I relaxed into his arms and let him take me as he wanted.
  “Can I shut off the light and just light a candle?” I asked with residual insecurity.
  “If you need to,” he looked up at me.
  “I need to,” I whispered, moving closer to my bedside table. 

  Lighting 2 tapers quickly, and shutting off the light, I moved back into position, hoping I hadn't killed the mood for him.  But after only a second of delay, Peter pulled me closer into his arms onto the bed, so I was on my knees straddling his thighs.
  Lowering his head, he again took a nipple into his mouth, as his hands started massaging my shoulders.  Drawing his hands under my arms, he made long swept movements down my back as I arched and moved closer to his amazing touch.
  “Stand up and take off your pajama bottoms,” he told me.  So I did. 
  Standing in the candlelight naked, my arms immediately crossed over my chest by habit until Peter pulled me back onto his thighs.  Kneading my ass, he pulled me closer until I was seated right against his erection.
  “What's wrong?  You still seem nervous with me.”
  “I
am
still nervous with you.  Plus, I have to suck in my stomach sitting like this,” I grinned embarrassed.
  “Really?  This soft little stomach?  You have to suck it in because I'm so perfect, with my washboard abs and my perfect love handles,” he said before kissing me gently. “You’re good, Sophie. 
Very
good.  And trust me, with you naked in my lap, your belly is the last body part I'm thinking about,” he grinned.
  Smiling at Peter, I whispered, “Perv...” against his lips as I kissed him but I actually thought
finally,
he sounded like a normal guy for once.
  We kissed again while Peter continued kneading my ass as he moved me against him.  And I felt his erection growing as I felt my own arousal building.  Kissing Peter, I was enraptured- just short of completely mindless and loving the feel of him against me and his tongue inside me.
  “Lie down, Sophie,” he whispered against my mouth as he moved me to the bed.  “How are you feeling?”
  “Aroused,” I said without thinking.
  “Aroused is good,” he said as he stroked down my body, stopping at my, “Open your legs wide for me,” he said as I gasped at his touch.
  He was so sexy and intense, and he truly turned me on.  Looking at him, he waited until I opened my legs wide for him, bending my right knee up and out. 

  Looking at me, he continued touching me as he leaned in for another kiss.  “I want to try something with you. I want you to tell me as your arousal climbs.  I want you to give me a number from one to ten, so I know when you're going to reach your plateau, okay?”  He asked as I nodded. 
  I didn't think I could actually vocalize a number while he touched me, but I would try for him.  I would try because I knew I was becoming a woman who would try
anything
for him.  There was just something about Peter that made me want to be everything he wanted me to be.

  Peter continued touching me for a while as we kissed, and eventually I found myself climbing to maybe a 6 out of 10.  I reached 6 when he asked my number and then he stopped touching me altogether.

  Pulling me into his arms, Peter held me tight, and kissed my lips with a quiet, ‘Good night, Sophie…’ as I quickly slipped back out of my arousal into a comfortable exhaustion with Peter during the best Christmas I could ever remember.

CHAPTER 13

  When I woke up Boxing Day morning it was to Peter gently moving against my back with his fingers slowly moving inside me.  Gasping for a second as recognition set in, I groaned as he moved deeper inside me.
  Arching into him, Peter moved his arm to rest at a better angle over my hip while he continued to penetrate me slowly with his fingers.
  “Good morning,” he whispered in my ear, but I couldn't respond.  I had gone from dead asleep to highly aroused in seconds it seemed.
  Turning my body slightly, I allowed for easier access to his hand.  Turning my body, I
wanted
easier access for him to continue.  Peter was pleasuring me and I felt it everywhere inside me suddenly and I didn't want him to stop.
  “Peter...” I moaned as he touched on a spot deep inside me.  I couldn't say for sure, but it had to be the elusive G-spot everyone raves about.  Whatever it was, I was suddenly so aroused it became almost painful.  So without thinking, I blurted out, “8.  I'm an 8.” 
  “Are you feeling the need to stop, yet?”
  “Almost... It's getting there.  It's almost too painful and I'm kind of stuck, I think,” but I moaned again and even gasped when he rubbed against that spot again while his hand twisted between my thighs.
  “Relax, Sophie,” he said pulling his hand away, and I wanted to cry from the sudden absence of his touch.
  When Peter slowly penetrated me from behind, I was wet enough that I didn't burn when he entered me fully.  Moving slowly, Peter's hand fondled and tugged at my breast as I moved slowly against him.  Almost immediately I felt my arousal slowly fade from the painful point I had reached minutes before while I relaxed into the soothing, comforting rocking motion between us.
  “Give me a number, baby,” he spoke quietly a few minutes later. 
  So thinking of where I was at but not wanting to insult him, I answered the truth.  “Around a 4.  I feel good with you inside me, but I'm not climbing high.  I'm sorry...” I tried to soothe.
  “Don't ever be sorry.  And 4 is good.  4 means I get to build you back up,” he said suddenly pulling his penis from me as I groaned again at the absence of him inside me.
  Moving down my body, Peter lifted my right leg and placed his head on my inner left thigh.  The position was almost obscene, but I couldn't fight it as his tongue slowly pleasured me.  Placing my right foot on the bed, my leg was up and out of the way as he laid sideways on my left thigh with his face right against my body until he went further. 

  Impaling me with his fingers and using his tongue against me at the same time, I was assaulted by the quick pleasure.  Feeling his tongue drag up my body to tangle with his fingers drove me crazy.  My insides were instantly on fire, and my breathing mirrored my internal struggle.
  I was lost, and moaning, and even crying out.  Unconsciously, I grabbed his head and pulled him further into me as I writhed.  He was killing me but I couldn't get over once again.
  “I'm stuck!  I can't... Ah…” I gasped, but Peter didn't stop.
  With movements faster, and his left hand holding my right leg up and open, he continued his assault until finally, mercifully, unbelievably, I came in a quick, violent rush, as I screamed and my body writhed against his mouth.
  “Peter!” I screamed when he continued to touch me with his mouth and fingers. “Please, stop!  Oh, god...” I cried when he didn't stop but did slow down.
  Moving suddenly along my body, Peter kept my right leg opened, fighting against my unconscious attempt to close them, and then he slowly entered me.  Slowly, and with a tightness I hadn't known before him, he gently entered me until he was fully inside me and still.
  “You're so tight and swollen after you come.  You feel incredible, Sophie,” he groaned as he started his own slow movement within me.
  But I couldn't respond or even move.  I was half dead watching him move inside me.  I was a dead woman floating around my room, feeling his gentle movements deep inside me.  I didn't move, and I could barely comprehend my surroundings. 
  All I knew in that moment was my heart was full of Peter.
  “Sophie?  Are you here, baby?” He asked me with a smile, so I nodded my head yes. “What number are you?” 
  With a hoarse voice I croaked, “I don't know...” while shaking my head to try to clear it.
  “You're so beautiful when you're all post-orgasm relaxed.  Do you know that?” But all I could do was shake my head, no.  “I'm going to touch you and try to bring you back up,” he said while still moving slowly inside me, even as I shook my head no again. “Yes I am,” he grinned before leaning down to kiss me.
  At that point Peter kissed me hard.  Unlike his usually slow sexy kisses, this kiss was almost punishing.  It was hard and demanding, and I found myself responding to it immediately.  Wrapping my arms around his neck, I held him to my mouth as I kissed the breath out of him.
  Waking quickly from my orgasm coma, I found myself moving against him as he sped up a little within me.  Lifting my left leg all the way up to my chest, Peter moved deeper inside me.  Pulling away from our kiss, he sucked on my nipples and even bit one gently with a tug as I jumped. 
  Sitting on his shins, Peter began rubbing my clit as he watched his body enter me.  Licking his fingers and rubbing me harder, I felt my arousal climb almost immediately as he continued his deep penetrations inside my body.
  When I moaned, he rubbed harder.  When I arched, he penetrated faster.  When I stopped moving altogether, he pushed my leg harder against my chest as he pounded inside me.
  And then I felt the sudden release of another orgasm.  Not as intense as the first one, nor as numbing, but it was an orgasm nonetheless.  Watching him, I was slightly more coherent during my second release as he quickly pulled out of me and came on my stomach with a sexy shudder and groan.
  Collapsing on my body, he turned us quickly so I was in his arms while I tried to catch my breath.  Listening to Peter's heart pound against my ear, I smiled when he seemed just as out of breath and physically exhausted as I was.
  While we slowly came down and leveled off I didn't say everything I had never felt before him but wanted to confess.  Instead, I held him tighter to me, even as I felt lost within my surroundings.
  I didn't speak, but there were all these loving words, and ridiculous declarations on the tip of my tongue.  There were thoughts of insanity wanting to spill forth.  There was an emotional, almost visceral need to claim him as mine forever, but I kept it inside.  Barely.
  We lay there as the exhaustion took me away from the words I wanted to say for the first time in my life.  But I knew the truth.