Recovery

Recovery
By AnitaB
Chapter five: Adorations

She was killing him, but dear lord, it felt so good. Just being inside her was a heaven he knew he wasn’t worthy of. Hot, soft, tight, and so damn perfect Peter had to hold onto the dregs of his control by the skin of his teeth. Every perfect inch of her body arched to let him press even deeper inside her heat.

And then his precious Olivia tried to give him a heart attack with the low, desperate sound of her voice and the pleas on her lips. He should have known that his FBI agent was not about to accept anything less than everything he had to give. He should also have known that the woman in his arms was more than a match for him. They were made to fit together just like this. Her body shifted in his arms, getting a grip on his back and dragging in a deep breath. “That’s my girl. Keep breathing for me.”

He pulled in a deep breath of his own meeting her beautiful eyes with his. Peter let his hands tighten on her back and let his control slip through his fingers. The first real thrust of his body into hers sent heat flooding his every nerve. The heat only got hotter at the sound of her voice moaning his name and the feel of every single inch of his sweet Olivia holding him tighter, closer. Her nails bit into the skin of his back, sending her name to his lips and hips harder into hers. A kiss, he needed a kiss, to taste her on his tongue as he shoved every hungry inch of himself inside her heat.

Hearing her name in a low, rough growl come off his own lips, Peter held her tighter against his chest and claimed her parted lips with a kiss as deep as his body in hers. //Olivia, my precious Olivia.\ He adored the response he could feel shivering through every inch of her body. The woman in his arms, surrounding him in the most gorgeous heat he’d ever felt, wanted this. She wanted him, she wanted more.

It was his plan to spend the rest of his life making sure that Olivia got anything and everything she wanted. That he was on the list… just made the plan all the more heavenly for him. “Sweet Livi,” He knew just what to do to make this gorgeous woman shatter in his arms. Weakly dragging his hand from the arched line of her back, he cupped the smooth sweet curve of her breast in his palm. Dipping his heat, Peter wrapped his lips around the delicious peak and pulled in the same rhythm as his body into hers. Under him, around him, every single inch of her body shivered and tightened as she groaned his name. Her nails dug harder into his back as her gorgeous hips trembled and arched into his every thrust. “So damn good, sweetheart. Wanna feel you come for me.”

“Close… very close. Oh, please, Peter. More. Need you.” Her hands ran up and down his back before tangling in his hair and trying to drag him up. His girl wanted a kiss, hot eyes locking on his lips the second she got them open again. He would never get enough of her kiss, her heat, her skin against all of his. Peter needed to feel more of her… now.

“Olivia,” He forced his hand to slide down her curves to cup the back of her knee. A groan on his lips didn’t quite manage to sound like her name before he guided both her legs up his chest to his shoulders. Hitching her body higher, Peter thrust every inch of himself deep, feeling the tremble in her muscles as the angle ran him right over that spot inside her. “That’s my girl. Show me. Give it to me.” She was close, he could feel it taking her over in the suddenly erratic trembling of all her muscles. A few more strokes and he would get to feel her shatter in his arms. Peter wanted to taste it on his lips, his tongue. He wanted her as close as humanly possible when they fell over that edge together.

Weakly wrapping his arms around her, Peter lowered his head to sip at her sweet lips. Her legs trembled around him, her hips lost their rhythm, and her nails dug hard into his back. Nothing, nothing in the whole of creation felt better than Olivia Dunham climaxing in his arms, trembling around the length of his desperate need, and calling his name. It was perfect and just what every single cell in his body had been begging for since his fingertips had first felt the heat of her skin bare to his touch. Peter thrust his tongue past her lips and let the heat flooding her sweep over him. He knew he’d called out her name with the same desperate sound she’d used on his. He knew he’d collapsed into the tight grip of her arms. But he honestly couldn’t be sure how much time he’d spent mindlessly lost in this moment.

Eventually, Peter got his arms braced under her back, taking some of his weight off her body. He smiled at the instant tightening of her arms at his back and the soft sound of his name. “Peter,”

But he wasn’t leaving her, not now, not ever, just making them a little more comfortable. “Right here, Livi.” Peter ran his hands along her thighs to gently unhook her knees and rolled to his back, pulling her tight to his chest without the exercise in flexibility of having her legs trapped between their chests. “I’ve got you, sweetheart, I’m keeping you.” He adored the smile on her lips and the natural fit of her body against his. They were made to hold each other like this.

“Good, I’d like that.” Olivia cuddled down into his arms, every muscle in her body soft with relaxation even as she leaned in for a kiss. Something he was happy to give her. Peter would give anything if Olivia reached for his kiss at least once a day for the rest of his life. But holding her was a close second in his list of things he needed. When her head was resting on his chest and her arms were tucked around his ribs, Peter sighed and buried a hand in her hair. //I’ve got you, my sweet Livi. I’m never letting you go.\

“Hmm,” He cuddled her closer, adoring the soft, sweet warmth of her body against so much of his own. “I’ll never get enough of holding you, my sweet Livi. You feel so good in my arms.”

“So do you, Peter. But I’ll understand if you can’t stay the night… Walter and all.” He knew she meant every word, but he also felt the slight tension invade her muscles even as she made the offer. There was no way in hell he was letting her go tonight. Not for anything.

“Olivia Dunham, you’re not as smart as you look if you think I’m going anywhere tonight. For the first thing, I watched Walter take his before bed pill cocktail and he will definitely be out cold until morning. Second of all, he asked me more than a week ago if you would call him dad when, not if, the two of us married. He’d lock me out of the apartment entirely if it meant I’d bring you home for a daughter-in-law.” He couldn’t help the laughter on his lips or the hungry slide of his hands over her skin.

Against his shoulder, he could feel her react with surprise before his Olivia started to shake her head and giggle, just a bit. “Your father is something alright. He really asked you that?” Her fingers braced and rubbed against the skin over his heart as she raised up to look him in the face. “He knew what he was saying and everything?”

Her lips called to him. Peter cupped one hand along her jaw and stole a quick, soft kiss. “Walter’s been dropping hints, assumptions, and even advice about how we should be together for months. I’m pretty sure he’s as lucid as he ever gets on the subject.” The smile on her lips was far, far too tempting. Peter helplessly pressed a kiss to the curve for just one more taste. “You haven’t been paying a lot of attention if you don’t know that Walter adores you. We both do.”

“Peter,” He loved the way she said his name, loved the stroke of her hands over his skin and the curl of her arms around his neck. He loved the need and warmth of her kiss, almost as much as he loved her. “I adore you too. Both of you. My Bishop boys.” She closed his eyes with a slow, sweet, deep kiss. His arms helplessly curled around her waist, pulling her even closer to his heart.

Eventually they both needed to breathe. Gently breaking the kiss, he cuddled her against his side and buried a hand in her hair. “Hmm, sweetheart. Sleep, right here in my arms and in the morning we’ll figure out how to handle everything else.”

“Goodnight, Peter.” There was nothing better than the feel of her safe, warm, and completely relaxed in his arms. Now, now he could finally sleep himself. It had been a long damn week.

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