She was a virgin, he knew that much; the third time they’d had dinner together, dropping her off with a long kiss accompanied by a hand reaching down her back, squeezing her ass, she’d pulled away, and told him she wasn’t ready, that she was still a virgin. It had surprised him at the time, considering she was just the kind of girl, vivacious, full of life, who would have tried it long before he ever came along.
It almost drove him insane, the way he’d tasted her, felt her, almost licked that soft, innocent part of her, holding back when she, again, told him that she’d never done something like that before. He’d settled for pressing his hands down from her thighs, pressing into her soft, delicate skin with care, working his way back down to her feet. She’d clenched her thighs together as he did that, so, there was definitely no chance of eating her out.
Admittedly, in her defense, her FBI agent, more than a few years older than her, giving him so much more experience in the unfamiliar world of sex, was... so... intense. It scared her, sometimes, the way he was so close to snapping, bursting into her apartment, throwing her onto a couch, spreading her legs, and sticking himself inside of her. Well... you gotta admit, Angie, it’s scary but... God... that’d be so... exhilarating. That was the way it was with almost-sleeping-with him... the thought always excited her, almost made her want to drag him into her bedroom and let him ride her the way she knew he was begging to. But, at the same time, the same way she knew he wanted to fuck her senseless... that was just it. There was no way in hell he’d go gentle with her, not after he got into it, she knew that much. Sooner or later, he was going to get tired of just kissing, massaging, letting him feel almost every inch of her skin in a way that made her shiver to think that he’d get her while any defense she had was down, while her shirt was off and bra unclipped.
“Mmmm... Peter...” He smirked at the sigh of contentment and his name breathed out as he pressed his thumbs into her flesh, relaxing any tense muscles, those muscles that would tense as soon as he moved his hands away from them. Every part of her instantly stiffened as soon as his fingers brushed against the side of her breasts, making her clutch the sheets, roll off her stomach, and pull away from him.
“What? Angie... What’s wrong? Don’t you-”
“No, please, it’s fine. It’s fine. Just...” She drifted off there, her teeth chewing on her lower lip as she stared at him, watching him in the same way a rabbit would have watched a fox, as if he wanted to devour her.
“Angel... Please... tell me what’s wrong.” He began to crawl closer to her, as she pressed herself against the headboard, her heartbeat escalating as he got closer, closer...
“I- I- Just- Please, Peter. I- I don’t th-think I’m ready yet.”
“Why? For fuck’s sake, Angelina... I’ll hazard a guess that you like me. And you like me touching you, so it’s not that... what’s holding you back?”
She whispered into her legs as she wrapped her arms around them, still staring at him with a mix of fear and fascination.
“Say it again?”
“It’ll hurt.” Her eyes dropped as her breathing shuddered out of her, as he still moved forward, an arm slipping around her shoulder.
“Angel, I... I can’t say that it won’t, a little bit, but... after that... fuck, after that, it’s fantastic. It’s just... really, just the first time that, well, isn’t.” His lips twitched at the thought of his own first time, so long ago now, how terrified he’d been himself, constantly asking his partner if that was normal, if that felt good.
“But- but it’ll hurt-”
“Listen. I won’t hurt you. I promise I won’t hurt you. And, if I break that promise, then...” His lips stretched into a wolfish grin as he moved closer, breathing into her ear. “...Then you can do anything you want with me. Hit me. Slap me. Bite me. Whip me. Anything.”
“...Anything?”
“Well... I’d like it if you didn’t kill me or... mutilate me... but, the point is... I swear I won’t hurt you.” She loosened her grip on her legs, lifting her head a little to stare straight into his eyes. “So, what do you say, Angie? Give it a go, and get it over with?”
A short breath that caught in her throat and- “...Yes.”
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