HellCat: Guardian Of The Gate
by wizardtho
Chapter 9:
I was woken by soft whispers, along with kisses to my shoulder. "Will ya wake up for me now, Sweets? It's time to start our day."
His fingers were still ghosting the contours of my back. It took me a second to notice that Peter and I had disconnected sometime in the night. Then I remembered my dreams, and knew why. I didn't really know what to think about them, but I felt a lot stronger, so I let them go. I wouldn't bring them up again unless they started affecting me physically again.
I yawned, stretching on top of him before I kissed over his heart, then said sleepily, "As long as you promise to shower with me, I think I can handle waking."
He chuckled, offering, "Why doncha go take your human minutes while I start coffee and grab clothes."
I nodded, then sat up to look at him, "M'kay. We need to bring your stuff in here, so you don't have to go get things all the time."
He cupped my cheek, smiled softly, then gently pulled me in for a kiss. When the kiss slowed to a stop, he whispered to me with sparkling eyes, "That sounds like the best plan in the world, Isabella. I loved bein' able to hold ya last night while ya slept, and I wanna be able to do it every night, from now until I turn ya."
I grinned happily, "I really like the sound of that. Now go start coffee and hurry back to me." I gave him one last kiss, then padded naked into the bathroom, hearing him groan as he most likely watched me.
I chuckled as I turned on the water before taking care of necessities, "You were staring at my ass, weren't you? I'll have you know that I didn't get this figure until after I started hanging with the pack. It was like I was always going to have the body of a 14-year-old or some lame shit. Then I turn 18, the Cullens leave, I start hanging with the pack, and BOOM... mega curves start sprouting everywhere... practically overnight. I went from a B cup to a full D in just 6 months. I swear, if I didn't have a heartbeat and my eyes were red, I'd have thought I was changed already."
I had already taken care of my morning facility needs, stepping into the massive shower as I finished my sentence, then I heard Peter chuckle as he wrapped his arms around me from behind, "Boom, huh? Well, I happen to be quite fond of your mega curves, changed or not. Maybe soon you'll let my tongue relearn ‘em without the need for healin', because I found a couple spots near the end that seemed to love my tongue."
He came around my front to wrap his arms around me, kissing my mark. I groaned as he tilted my head back into the spray to wet my hair, "Dear God, I know. That surprised me actually, but I'm open to exploring that at a later date."
He sucked up a line of water running down the valley between my breasts, then hummed, "You just let me know when ya wanna revisit the topic, Sugar."
I smiled at his slightly darkened eyes as I wove my fingers into his hair, then said, "Shit. How are you going to hunt? I mean with us in season, you won't be far away from me, and it's too dangerous for me to go with you right now."
He shook his head, "I haven't quite figured it out yet, but I've been workin' on different options."
He held me tenderly for a few minutes before the solution hit me, causing me to gasp. "Donated, Peter. Remember you told me you made connections in several blood banks not too long ago? While we were out getting supplies? You said you didn't know what you did it for, but your gift said to. This is why. I won't have you switching your diet to stay close to me, and I know that was one of the options you were considering. With the storage cooler downstairs, you can use your connections to stock up on donated blood, then just heat it to temperature."
He grinned widely at me, then kissed my lips before saying, "You're amazin', Isabella... ya know that, right? Donated blood would be the perfect solution, as long as it wouldn't bother ya."
I chuckled, "Not at all. An innocent didn't die for it to be gotten, plus having some on hand would help if we had to go on lockdown, anyway. The sight of blood never bothered me, only the scent of my own did. For some reason, I could smell my blood when I cut myself, and it always made me light-headed."
He shook his head, sucked my bottom lip between his teeth, then slowly walked me back toward the wall. When my back hit the cool tile, I hissed at the temperature difference, then moaned as Peter pinned my wrists in one of his hands above my head. He inhaled deeply, then made a panty-soaking half moan/growl, "I won't be havin' ya open a vein for me, Beautiful... but right now, you're in heat, so I've been dyin' to be buried deep inside your sweet little pussy since ya woke."
My breath hitched at his words, arousal flooding my core, which caused him to smirk, "Ya like me talkin' dirty to ya, doncha, Isabella?"
I whimpered as he placed one of my feet on the bench next to me, then thrust two fingers deep inside me, "Fuuck, yes. Oh, sweet torture, deeper. Please, Peter." He bit the juncture of my neck lightly, curled his fingers rhythmically inside me, then pressed down hard with his thumb as his other hand tugged my nipple.
The combination had me trembling, crying out, just a thread away from cumming already. Peter growled as his finger moved inside me, "Cum for me, Isabella. So damn wet for me. I can feel your walls flutterin' around my fingers already. Fuck! Cum hard around my fingers, my sexy little mate, so I can bury my cock deep inside ya." His growl deepened, then he suddenly bit down on my neglected nipple just shy of breaking skin, making me scream out in ecstasy as the pleasure/pain sensation forced my orgasm to hit me like a wrecking ball.
Before I could even come down from my high, Peter had hiked me up the wall, my knees over his forearms, then thrust into me. There was no denying our sudden frenzy to consume each other. Our desire, need, and passion were practically palpable. We had awakened something between us, and it showed in our actions. My tugs of his hair and bites to his neck were met with his growls and deeper thrusts, which in turn, were answered by my cries and pleas for him to go deeper or harder. I couldn't tell you how many times each of us came, but it all seemed to be leading us somewhere big.
When we both came one final time, it was together, in an explosion that rocked through every cell in my body. Mixed with the sound and feel of Peter -along with the explosion of sensation blasting through me- I saw flashes of black smoke, glowing red eyes, along with red tinged grayish/black scales. It broke something loose inside me... something primal. I had honestly never felt so free or complete in my life. Something monumental had just shifted.
Something hidden had been released. Peter felt it as he held me while we calmed, because his eyes went wide for a split second before he growled in appreciation, "There's my Kitten. I hoped ya'd show up soon. Ya feel it, doncha, Isabella?"
I nodded, panting against his chest, "Yeah. Something primal, something more... released, broken free... inside me. Do you know what? I always figured I wasn't … a normal human. Didn't quite fit in anywhere."
He kissed the top of my head as he held me a little tighter, then whispered, "I don't know all of the details, Kitten, but I do know it has to do with an old ass legend. We'll need Major and Doc C's help. Let me care for ya and getcha washed up. After the deliveries are done, we'll go over what I know." I nodded, Peter carefully set me on the shower bench, then he proceeded to wash me gently from head to toe before taking care of himself.
When we got out of the shower, I went directly to the closet to gather my clothes for the day. My eyes automatically fell onto a piece that I'd never seen before. Though I was curious as to how it got into my closet, it made the primal part that was unleashed very happy. It was a tan bustier with brown laces and suspender straps, had a front row of hidden hook and eye closures, and a zip up back. It had a definite Steampunk vibe to it, causing me to feel almost giddy when I saw the shoes that were on the floor underneath it. They were the same tan as the bustier, peep-toe platforms, with the coolest clockwork style metal embellishment for the heels.
After snatching them up quickly, I grabbed a pair of tan boyshorts out of the lingerie chest in the center divider, then searched the hangers for a pair of jeans. After pulling down a pair of destroyed dirty-washed skinny jeans, I felt really good about what I'd picked. Peter came up behind me, then purred into my neck, "Gettin' in touch with your new self? I like it, Kitten. Get your other stuff on, then I'll help ya with your top."
He kissed my neck, making me hum, then I said, "Yeah, I guess. I swear these shoes and this top weren't here last night, when I put away my clothes. I feel good about them, though, so can you turn on my straightening iron, please? I may need your help with how long my hair's gotten."
He smiled widely, "Of course, Sugar. Ya never hafta worry about me not wantin' to help ya with anythin'." He walked into the bathroom as I started dressing, then came back in to say, "I'm gonna go getcha a cup of coffee, so that ya have it while we do your hair, Temptress." He pulled me into a passionate kiss, then disappeared out the bedroom door, leaving me wanting more.
Forty minutes and two cups of coffee later, I was fully dressed, my hair was perfectly straightened but still had tons of volume, and my makeup was smoky yet sexy. Peter groaned when he saw the full picture, "Fuuck. I'm gonna have such a hard time keepin' my hands off ya today, Isabella... especially with ya bein' in heat. If ya smell this temptin' when ya ovulate, I'm almost afraid to think about what you'll smell like durin' your time."
I chuckled, then asked seductively as I walked my fingers up his t-shirt clad chest, "I smell like sex candy right now?"
His hands tightened on my hips as he let out a whimpered, "Christ, yes. Sex candy. My personal sex candy, and I don't wanna leave this room. I want ya spread naked, with my face buried in your sinfully delicious pussy, my delicious little mate."
My head fell to his chest, eliciting my sighed, "I know, and I'm sorry. If it weren't for wanting to finish furnishing the house, I'd let you do just that. Now the downstairs delivery should be here any minute, so we’d better get out there. I promise that once the three deliveries today are done, you can take me any which way you want, wherever you want. Alright?"
His breath whooshed out in a, "Unngh... I'm gonna hold ya to that, Kitten, and don't think I won't. I'm not gonna care if the whole Cullen clan sees us."
I smirked as he smacked my ass and backed up, then said over my shoulder while walking toward the front of the house, "Neither will I, Captain... Neither will I."
The downstairs game furniture arrived right as we reached the family room, so Peter pressed the button to confirm who they were before he buzzed them in, then told them to follow the main road all the way to the house. They arrived several minutes later. After I checked off the order as they unloaded, I said, "Our help ended up being able to show up today after all, so if you could just place everything in the living room, our help will do the set-up once they arrive. I know I put in for you to set it up, but I'll sign a waiver if you need me to." They smiled as the one who had been driving said that a waiver wasn't needed.
I was telling the delivery driver thank you when the lumber truck rang at the gate, so once I confirmed it was them, I asked them to wait and come in when I let the delivery truck out. They agreed easily. Just minutes later, one truck went out before another came in. Peter had the lumber and supply delivery unloaded into the driveway, then an hour later, that delivery truck was leaving. We watched on the screen as they went through the gate, then Peter nodded while saying, "I'm gonna start takin' things downstairs to set up, Sugar. Do ya wanna bring a snack down with ya before we call Major's safe line?"
I scowled, but but knew he wouldn’t push the issue if he wasn’t sure about it, "If your know-shit meter's telling you we'll need them, then I guess we'd better. This is my house, though, so shit's not gonna be like it was in Forks. If they can't deal with the consequences of what their actions put in motion, they can go fuck themselves."
Peter chuckled and hugged me to him, "It'll be fine, Kitten. You'll see."
Peter got all of the furniture downstairs, then I sat at the bar in one of the new stools as soon as he finished assembling it. I started to open the bag of Goldfish Crackers I bought while Peter pulled out his phone. After a second, he said, "Major, as soon as ya get this, I need ya to call me. I need ya to come to the Black Hills to help my mate. I'll explain when ya call."
As soon as he closed his phone, he started assembling the rest of the bar stools, casually offering, "We should hear somethin' soon."
I nodded, then asked, "So how different am I, really?"
Peter chuckled, then shook his head with a smirk, the smirk staying as he tried to explain, "You're special, Isabella. All I know right now is that what's happenin' to ya hasn't happened in almost 2400 years. There's an old ass legend somewhere that talks about ya, but that's what we need Doc C for. He's gotta start diggin' to find the original tale, so we know what it's about. I felt the shift in ya this mornin'. If I'm right, you're gonna start changin' soon. I can already see it a little in your choice of clothes today, as well as how you're holdin' yourself. My meter's tellin' me there's gonna be quite the display when Major and Ali show up, though. Don't know what, but I got a feelin' that it's gonna be fuck-hot to watch ya."
I chuckled while shaking my head at his excited expression, then he came over to stand between my legs as he took hold of my hips, saying seriously, "I do know this. Whatever you're becomin', it'll bring us closer... both Captain and I ‘ll agree on more things, mergin' us together. Our bond with ya ‘ll be more tightly knit. Your changes are good, Sugar, so don't think you're becomin' evil, no matter what happens. Promise me, Isabella, because ya aren't becomin' evil."
I nodded cupping his cheek, then kissed his lips lightly as I agreed, "I promise. I'm not turning into something evil, so I won't think that my changes are. I can't promise that I won't get scared, but you're here to help me through all this."
Just as Peter got the last of the bar stools assembled, there was a buzz at the gate, so I went to the wall panel. It was the last delivery for today, so after I confirmed what they were delivering, I buzzed them in. Peter carried me at human speed up the stairs as he kissed me.
Just before we opened the front door, he grabbed my ass and palmed my jean-clad core, saying, "I'm still holdin' ya to whatcha said earlier, Sweets. As soon as this truck is back out the gate, I'm gonna have ya spread out for me on the kitchen bar with my face buried in your tight little pussy."
I was instantly soaked for him, my moaned response a bit shaky, "Sweet Jesus, Peter. I can't wait."
I was woken by soft whispers, along with kisses to my shoulder. "Will ya wake up for me now, Sweets? It's time to start our day."
His fingers were still ghosting the contours of my back. It took me a second to notice that Peter and I had disconnected sometime in the night. Then I remembered my dreams, and knew why. I didn't really know what to think about them, but I felt a lot stronger, so I let them go. I wouldn't bring them up again unless they started affecting me physically again.
I yawned, stretching on top of him before I kissed over his heart, then said sleepily, "As long as you promise to shower with me, I think I can handle waking."
He chuckled, offering, "Why doncha go take your human minutes while I start coffee and grab clothes."
I nodded, then sat up to look at him, "M'kay. We need to bring your stuff in here, so you don't have to go get things all the time."
He cupped my cheek, smiled softly, then gently pulled me in for a kiss. When the kiss slowed to a stop, he whispered to me with sparkling eyes, "That sounds like the best plan in the world, Isabella. I loved bein' able to hold ya last night while ya slept, and I wanna be able to do it every night, from now until I turn ya."
I grinned happily, "I really like the sound of that. Now go start coffee and hurry back to me." I gave him one last kiss, then padded naked into the bathroom, hearing him groan as he most likely watched me.
I chuckled as I turned on the water before taking care of necessities, "You were staring at my ass, weren't you? I'll have you know that I didn't get this figure until after I started hanging with the pack. It was like I was always going to have the body of a 14-year-old or some lame shit. Then I turn 18, the Cullens leave, I start hanging with the pack, and BOOM... mega curves start sprouting everywhere... practically overnight. I went from a B cup to a full D in just 6 months. I swear, if I didn't have a heartbeat and my eyes were red, I'd have thought I was changed already."
I had already taken care of my morning facility needs, stepping into the massive shower as I finished my sentence, then I heard Peter chuckle as he wrapped his arms around me from behind, "Boom, huh? Well, I happen to be quite fond of your mega curves, changed or not. Maybe soon you'll let my tongue relearn ‘em without the need for healin', because I found a couple spots near the end that seemed to love my tongue."
He came around my front to wrap his arms around me, kissing my mark. I groaned as he tilted my head back into the spray to wet my hair, "Dear God, I know. That surprised me actually, but I'm open to exploring that at a later date."
He sucked up a line of water running down the valley between my breasts, then hummed, "You just let me know when ya wanna revisit the topic, Sugar."
I smiled at his slightly darkened eyes as I wove my fingers into his hair, then said, "Shit. How are you going to hunt? I mean with us in season, you won't be far away from me, and it's too dangerous for me to go with you right now."
He shook his head, "I haven't quite figured it out yet, but I've been workin' on different options."
He held me tenderly for a few minutes before the solution hit me, causing me to gasp. "Donated, Peter. Remember you told me you made connections in several blood banks not too long ago? While we were out getting supplies? You said you didn't know what you did it for, but your gift said to. This is why. I won't have you switching your diet to stay close to me, and I know that was one of the options you were considering. With the storage cooler downstairs, you can use your connections to stock up on donated blood, then just heat it to temperature."
He grinned widely at me, then kissed my lips before saying, "You're amazin', Isabella... ya know that, right? Donated blood would be the perfect solution, as long as it wouldn't bother ya."
I chuckled, "Not at all. An innocent didn't die for it to be gotten, plus having some on hand would help if we had to go on lockdown, anyway. The sight of blood never bothered me, only the scent of my own did. For some reason, I could smell my blood when I cut myself, and it always made me light-headed."
He shook his head, sucked my bottom lip between his teeth, then slowly walked me back toward the wall. When my back hit the cool tile, I hissed at the temperature difference, then moaned as Peter pinned my wrists in one of his hands above my head. He inhaled deeply, then made a panty-soaking half moan/growl, "I won't be havin' ya open a vein for me, Beautiful... but right now, you're in heat, so I've been dyin' to be buried deep inside your sweet little pussy since ya woke."
My breath hitched at his words, arousal flooding my core, which caused him to smirk, "Ya like me talkin' dirty to ya, doncha, Isabella?"
I whimpered as he placed one of my feet on the bench next to me, then thrust two fingers deep inside me, "Fuuck, yes. Oh, sweet torture, deeper. Please, Peter." He bit the juncture of my neck lightly, curled his fingers rhythmically inside me, then pressed down hard with his thumb as his other hand tugged my nipple.
The combination had me trembling, crying out, just a thread away from cumming already. Peter growled as his finger moved inside me, "Cum for me, Isabella. So damn wet for me. I can feel your walls flutterin' around my fingers already. Fuck! Cum hard around my fingers, my sexy little mate, so I can bury my cock deep inside ya." His growl deepened, then he suddenly bit down on my neglected nipple just shy of breaking skin, making me scream out in ecstasy as the pleasure/pain sensation forced my orgasm to hit me like a wrecking ball.
Before I could even come down from my high, Peter had hiked me up the wall, my knees over his forearms, then thrust into me. There was no denying our sudden frenzy to consume each other. Our desire, need, and passion were practically palpable. We had awakened something between us, and it showed in our actions. My tugs of his hair and bites to his neck were met with his growls and deeper thrusts, which in turn, were answered by my cries and pleas for him to go deeper or harder. I couldn't tell you how many times each of us came, but it all seemed to be leading us somewhere big.
When we both came one final time, it was together, in an explosion that rocked through every cell in my body. Mixed with the sound and feel of Peter -along with the explosion of sensation blasting through me- I saw flashes of black smoke, glowing red eyes, along with red tinged grayish/black scales. It broke something loose inside me... something primal. I had honestly never felt so free or complete in my life. Something monumental had just shifted.
Something hidden had been released. Peter felt it as he held me while we calmed, because his eyes went wide for a split second before he growled in appreciation, "There's my Kitten. I hoped ya'd show up soon. Ya feel it, doncha, Isabella?"
I nodded, panting against his chest, "Yeah. Something primal, something more... released, broken free... inside me. Do you know what? I always figured I wasn't … a normal human. Didn't quite fit in anywhere."
He kissed the top of my head as he held me a little tighter, then whispered, "I don't know all of the details, Kitten, but I do know it has to do with an old ass legend. We'll need Major and Doc C's help. Let me care for ya and getcha washed up. After the deliveries are done, we'll go over what I know." I nodded, Peter carefully set me on the shower bench, then he proceeded to wash me gently from head to toe before taking care of himself.
When we got out of the shower, I went directly to the closet to gather my clothes for the day. My eyes automatically fell onto a piece that I'd never seen before. Though I was curious as to how it got into my closet, it made the primal part that was unleashed very happy. It was a tan bustier with brown laces and suspender straps, had a front row of hidden hook and eye closures, and a zip up back. It had a definite Steampunk vibe to it, causing me to feel almost giddy when I saw the shoes that were on the floor underneath it. They were the same tan as the bustier, peep-toe platforms, with the coolest clockwork style metal embellishment for the heels.
After snatching them up quickly, I grabbed a pair of tan boyshorts out of the lingerie chest in the center divider, then searched the hangers for a pair of jeans. After pulling down a pair of destroyed dirty-washed skinny jeans, I felt really good about what I'd picked. Peter came up behind me, then purred into my neck, "Gettin' in touch with your new self? I like it, Kitten. Get your other stuff on, then I'll help ya with your top."
He kissed my neck, making me hum, then I said, "Yeah, I guess. I swear these shoes and this top weren't here last night, when I put away my clothes. I feel good about them, though, so can you turn on my straightening iron, please? I may need your help with how long my hair's gotten."
He smiled widely, "Of course, Sugar. Ya never hafta worry about me not wantin' to help ya with anythin'." He walked into the bathroom as I started dressing, then came back in to say, "I'm gonna go getcha a cup of coffee, so that ya have it while we do your hair, Temptress." He pulled me into a passionate kiss, then disappeared out the bedroom door, leaving me wanting more.
Forty minutes and two cups of coffee later, I was fully dressed, my hair was perfectly straightened but still had tons of volume, and my makeup was smoky yet sexy. Peter groaned when he saw the full picture, "Fuuck. I'm gonna have such a hard time keepin' my hands off ya today, Isabella... especially with ya bein' in heat. If ya smell this temptin' when ya ovulate, I'm almost afraid to think about what you'll smell like durin' your time."
I chuckled, then asked seductively as I walked my fingers up his t-shirt clad chest, "I smell like sex candy right now?"
His hands tightened on my hips as he let out a whimpered, "Christ, yes. Sex candy. My personal sex candy, and I don't wanna leave this room. I want ya spread naked, with my face buried in your sinfully delicious pussy, my delicious little mate."
My head fell to his chest, eliciting my sighed, "I know, and I'm sorry. If it weren't for wanting to finish furnishing the house, I'd let you do just that. Now the downstairs delivery should be here any minute, so we’d better get out there. I promise that once the three deliveries today are done, you can take me any which way you want, wherever you want. Alright?"
His breath whooshed out in a, "Unngh... I'm gonna hold ya to that, Kitten, and don't think I won't. I'm not gonna care if the whole Cullen clan sees us."
I smirked as he smacked my ass and backed up, then said over my shoulder while walking toward the front of the house, "Neither will I, Captain... Neither will I."
The downstairs game furniture arrived right as we reached the family room, so Peter pressed the button to confirm who they were before he buzzed them in, then told them to follow the main road all the way to the house. They arrived several minutes later. After I checked off the order as they unloaded, I said, "Our help ended up being able to show up today after all, so if you could just place everything in the living room, our help will do the set-up once they arrive. I know I put in for you to set it up, but I'll sign a waiver if you need me to." They smiled as the one who had been driving said that a waiver wasn't needed.
I was telling the delivery driver thank you when the lumber truck rang at the gate, so once I confirmed it was them, I asked them to wait and come in when I let the delivery truck out. They agreed easily. Just minutes later, one truck went out before another came in. Peter had the lumber and supply delivery unloaded into the driveway, then an hour later, that delivery truck was leaving. We watched on the screen as they went through the gate, then Peter nodded while saying, "I'm gonna start takin' things downstairs to set up, Sugar. Do ya wanna bring a snack down with ya before we call Major's safe line?"
I scowled, but but knew he wouldn’t push the issue if he wasn’t sure about it, "If your know-shit meter's telling you we'll need them, then I guess we'd better. This is my house, though, so shit's not gonna be like it was in Forks. If they can't deal with the consequences of what their actions put in motion, they can go fuck themselves."
Peter chuckled and hugged me to him, "It'll be fine, Kitten. You'll see."
Peter got all of the furniture downstairs, then I sat at the bar in one of the new stools as soon as he finished assembling it. I started to open the bag of Goldfish Crackers I bought while Peter pulled out his phone. After a second, he said, "Major, as soon as ya get this, I need ya to call me. I need ya to come to the Black Hills to help my mate. I'll explain when ya call."
As soon as he closed his phone, he started assembling the rest of the bar stools, casually offering, "We should hear somethin' soon."
I nodded, then asked, "So how different am I, really?"
Peter chuckled, then shook his head with a smirk, the smirk staying as he tried to explain, "You're special, Isabella. All I know right now is that what's happenin' to ya hasn't happened in almost 2400 years. There's an old ass legend somewhere that talks about ya, but that's what we need Doc C for. He's gotta start diggin' to find the original tale, so we know what it's about. I felt the shift in ya this mornin'. If I'm right, you're gonna start changin' soon. I can already see it a little in your choice of clothes today, as well as how you're holdin' yourself. My meter's tellin' me there's gonna be quite the display when Major and Ali show up, though. Don't know what, but I got a feelin' that it's gonna be fuck-hot to watch ya."
I chuckled while shaking my head at his excited expression, then he came over to stand between my legs as he took hold of my hips, saying seriously, "I do know this. Whatever you're becomin', it'll bring us closer... both Captain and I ‘ll agree on more things, mergin' us together. Our bond with ya ‘ll be more tightly knit. Your changes are good, Sugar, so don't think you're becomin' evil, no matter what happens. Promise me, Isabella, because ya aren't becomin' evil."
I nodded cupping his cheek, then kissed his lips lightly as I agreed, "I promise. I'm not turning into something evil, so I won't think that my changes are. I can't promise that I won't get scared, but you're here to help me through all this."
Just as Peter got the last of the bar stools assembled, there was a buzz at the gate, so I went to the wall panel. It was the last delivery for today, so after I confirmed what they were delivering, I buzzed them in. Peter carried me at human speed up the stairs as he kissed me.
Just before we opened the front door, he grabbed my ass and palmed my jean-clad core, saying, "I'm still holdin' ya to whatcha said earlier, Sweets. As soon as this truck is back out the gate, I'm gonna have ya spread out for me on the kitchen bar with my face buried in your tight little pussy."
I was instantly soaked for him, my moaned response a bit shaky, "Sweet Jesus, Peter. I can't wait."