Peanut’s hands were still buried in her hair cupping the back of her head to tilt her head back. She knew he would tell her that they didn’t have to have sex, but she wanted to. Determination filled her and she kissed his stomach. Her lips caressing his golden skin and hearing his groan as his hands tightened in her hair, she found herself getting lost in the moment. Kissing upwards heading for his lips, she stopped on the way to leave a smattering of kisses across his chest, her teeth nipping at his nipples. Peanut moaned again as her tongue circled one hard nipple.
“Lovely, you’re making me crazy. I need to touch you,” Peanut growled, his voice husky with need.
“Yes,” Phoebe managed to get out, her hands caressing his body and feeling the hardness that she’d felt pressed against her back every night since he’d started sleeping in her room pressed against her stomach. Her mind began to whirl, and she felt panic set in. She blurted out the first thought that popped into her head.
“Wait, I can’t call you Peanut when we’re having sex,” she said stalling.
“Mark,” Peanut said.
“What?”
“My real name is Mark. You can only call me that when we’re in bed together.” Peanut whispered.
His lips caressed her with soft kisses and gentle nips moving down the side of her neck to place a kiss on her collarbone. His handy work left her gasping for breath as she tried to compute what he’d said. The sensation of his lips caressing her was bombarding her senses and it left her feeling like they were almost too much for her to handle. She hadn’t felt so much desire for someone’s touch in more years than she could count. She hadn’t wanted Johnny to touch her since the first time he’d hurt her. Desire poured through her now and she suddenly wanted everything at once. She wanted every caress, every touch she’d been missing out on for the last five years.
Peanut reached down and tugged at the hem of her nightshirt, slowly taking it off her as if he was expecting her to protest but she was beyond that. She needed him to touch her, to make her feel the passion she’d been holding inside herself for so long she had almost forgotten it was there. His breathing became heavy and almost panting as he pulled the shirt over her head. She didn’t cover herself even though everything inside her told her to. Instead she gripped the bed and waited for him to look his fill.
“Damn, Lovely. You are so damned beautiful,” Peanut breathed, his eyes caressing her.
Phoebe felt a little frown tug at her lips. She wasn’t anything special and she knew it. She was thin in all the wrong places and her breasts were barely more than a handful. Her nipples had always been way too big. Johnny had called them pancakes and told her they were ugly. Her frown must have bothered Peanut because he reached out, tweaking one nipple gently.
“Do not let that bastard in this bed. He was an evil fucker who has no place here with us.” he grunted, looking grim as he accurately guess who she was thinking about. She wasn’t frightened by the look, which surprised her. That same look on Johnny’s face would have sent her into near hysterics. On Peanut it amused her. She knew he was mad that she was doubting herself because of what Johnny had told her was wrong with her body, but she wasn’t frightened he’d hurt her. Peanut ran his thumb over one of her tight nipples making her mouth open on a silent gasp.
“So perfect,” Peanut whispered, his eyes dark with desire.
“They’re too big,” Phoebe whispered.
“No, they’re perfect.” Her mouth opened to deny it again, but he placed his finger over her lips stopping the words from leaving her mouth.
“Perfect,” he said again before his mouth took hers in a kiss that left her reeling.
Her tongue met his in a timeless dance that had her body tingling in places she’d forgotten. Her thighs clenched and she tried hard not to moan. His lips slipped down her neck, his caresses leaving her breathless and more than a little turned on. Her lips parted on another wordless gasp when his mouth covered her right breast, sucking the hard bud of her nipple into his hot mouth.
Her loud moan didn’t stop him from his task. He licked around the tight bud scraping it lightly with his teeth, leaving her a breathless mass of need. Peanut gently urged her back onto the bed and she lay down, allowing him to climb in beside her, his mouth still moving from one nipple to the other. His hot tongue circled first one tight peak and then the other as she held onto his shoulders trying not to come from just his mouth on her breasts. She didn’t want him to think she was a freak, but it felt so good that she couldn’t stop her moans or her body’s trembling. Her pussy was so wet, and her body was clenching in rhythm with his sucking. Her whole being was throbbing in anticipation of the orgasm he was pushing her towards.
Phoebe found her nails digging into his skin as his
