- You undress me, and i undress you

**Naomi's point of view**

He shut the door, and carried me back inside his apartment. My heart was racing, and I wasn't able to catch my breath. I hadn't even noticed his muscular arms before. They carried me so easily, and not a single time, was I afraid that he'd drop me.

My lips were sealed, as I was afraid to say a single word. But it wasn't silence that filled his bedroom, as we entered. Instead, the excitement that we both felt, made our heart beat loud enough, for both of us to hear. When he, for a brief moment paused our kiss, I caught him smirking at me. His eyes were wandering down my body, as he gently threw me on his bed.

''You are so insanely beautiful, Naomi'' he groaned, as he walked towards the bed. I was lying on my back, with my hands down my sides. Somehow, I was nervous, which isn't something I've tried before. Normally I'm in control, but this time, not so much.

I wanted him so badly, that I already felt the tingling sensations all over my body. I was still fully dressed, but as I decided to take it off, Peter stopped me.

''You undress me, and I undress you.''

I no longer had control over my body. I obeyed him so easily, as if he had some power over me. I crawled out of bed, and carefully walked, with tiny steps, towards him. He stood tall, and looked down at me with a smile, while his hands were reaching for my hair.

''I like it down-'' he said, as he took out my pony tail. I instantly reached for it, trying to fix it, but he took my hands down. ''Don't – now it's your turn.''

I startled a little, but reminded myself of who I am – someone who doesn't get insecure. So I bravely reached for his jeans and took of his belt. The sound of the belt hitting the floor, was like sweet music to my ears.

As I began to unzip his pants, I noticed his erection. He was already hard as a rock, and I gasped as I felt the bulge outside his jeans. I took them off, so he was now standing only in his boxers and a white t-shirt.

Only a second later, he reached for my jeans. ''These looks so good on you, almost a shame to take them off. But off they shall-'' he said, as he unzipped my low-waisted Versace jeans, and took them off. Luckily, I came prepared, as I was wearing the most sexy and revealing lingerie that I had.

He stood for a moment, and looked at me, while he murmured something to himself.

A minute or two later, we were now both naked. Neither of us were ashamed, nor tried to hide our naked bodies. I've never felt more comfortable or seen by someone before. He looked right through me, and his eyes revealed a hunger that I'd never seen before.

**Narrators point of view**

Gradually Naomi relaxed, and her skin shivered under the skills of Peter's hands. He had taken her hand, and guided her back to his bed. He didn't want to rush it, cause he knew how much he was going to enjoy the taste of her skin, and the sensations her pussy would make him feel.

He turned her, so she was laying on her stomach, and he then began to rub her skin with the oil, that normally stood next to his bed. He usually only used it to pleasure himself, but he wasn't selfish.

Naomi's eyes were closed, and her lips formed a satisfied smile, as Peter reached to her butt. He massaged her cheeks so passionately, that Naomi felt like she was about to fly.

Her sins, flaws and deepest secrets escaped her body, leaving her with purity and complete numbness. He could do whatever he wanted, and she wouldn't mind. She trusted him.

His hands travelled every inch of her naked body, and he studied her every freckle and birthmarks, as if he was a scientist, studying the constellation. Meanwhile, she was seeing stars, because of the way his soft hands made her feel.

''Turn over,'' he said.

Naomi did as she was told, and turned around. Now laying on her back, Peter had a full view of her front. He licked his lips, as his eyes glanced at her breasts. She put her own hands on them, and used her palms to rotate the nipples.

Peter knew, that she was beautiful. But this view, was almost too perfect for him to bare. She didn't have to fool anyone, it was clear to see, that she was a dancer. Her toes were curled like a ballerinas, as he stuck his head between her thighs.

She wasn't able to control herself, and at this moment, a light and rather hoarse moan lingered in the room.

''Peter-'' she whispered, as she lifted her head, to watch his masterpiece. He didn't look up, he was too busy finishing the art that he started. Instead, he grabbed unto her thighs, and held a tight grip as he continued. She responded by grabbing a fistful of his hair, and used it to express, that she was close.

He wanted her to finish, but she didn't want it to end. So she used the power, that she recently forgot that she had, and dragged him by his hair, up towards her. ''Now it's my turn,'' she said with a smirk, as she got up and reached for his fully erected cock.

Her full, soft lips began to work systematically, with both her mouth and hands. Peter flinched from the feeling she gave him.

He looked down, at her strong back and admired the contours of her shoulders. With one hand, he slide it down her back, while using his short, yet clean nails, to leave a mark. It made her moan, which encouraged him even more. He grabbed her by her hair, and lifted her up, to meet her in a kiss.

They were starving. Both of them hungry, craving a fulfillment that only they, could complete together. As they broke their kiss, an intimate moment appeared. They looked into each other's eyes, with a trusting, yet desperate glimpse in them. Neither needed to say a word, they knew it was time.

Peter carefully, yet with passion, pushed Naomi down, so the side of her head was facing the pillow. She was on her stomach, but managed to keep her lower body uplifted, so he could enter with ease.

He didn't have to use oil, spit or anything else. She was perfectly wet, warm and ready for her. As he slid his cock inside her, they both gasped. His hands, gripped her forcefully by the hips, exactly where Naomi wanted him to.

They were in sync, as if they could read each other's minds. Despite not knowing each other very well, even despite the secrets that Peter hided, they suddenly felt like they knew everything there was to know, about each other.

They played the roles, that they were meant to. Naomi was dancing, using every trick she was taught. Peter responded to her skills, by moaning deeply into her ear. He had one hand on her hip, and used the other to lay pressure on her head. She loved it. And she told him, by moaning his name.

What they didn't know at the time was, that they had more in common, than they'd ever imagine. They were both good at lying, both equally messed up by a childhood, that left them with issues.

But neither of them had to lie tonight. Neither of them could. Every sound, movement and touch was pure. Real.

And they both knew, as they finished in an intense and perfectly synced orgasm, that they could never go back.

In fact,

They both knew, that the storm they were feeling inside, would soon burst into thunder.

**Naomi's point of view**

Everything outside Peters bedroom, didn't matter, half an hour ago. I was in a complete and overly ecstatic state of mind, leaving me with the best and most intense feeling I've ever had. My breathing was finally beginning to slow down, after spending the past thirty minutes, sounding like a track runner, done with her race.

What have I done?

Why does the man, who is currently in the shower, make me feel so different? I've been with men before. Six, to be exact. And I hand-picked them as easily as I would choose which apple to bring home with me, from the supermarket.

They were all equally fit, handsome and had a stamina like a horse. And I thought, each time I left their apartment, that they were the best sex I'd ever have.

But to think that they were all fooled, by someone as Peter, left me with a smile on my face. He wasn't extremely fit, like the others. He wasn't a model, like them. But his sex appeal. His stamina. His voice, when he's pleasured. Damn.

I'll never find anything as special as this.

I already know, that I will never get enough of him. I'm tired and sore, but I don't even care. I don't want to sleep. I want the pain, and the ache that he leaves me with. I already want to feel his weight on top of me again.

I want to feel his hands, laying pressure on my head as he moans my name into my ear. I want to watch his face, as he finishes.

I can't believe it. We've created something so fucking intense, that I feel like we could win a Nobel prize.

I could hear him in the shower. His bathroom was right next to the bedroom, and as I lied in his bed, complete naked with his blanket swept around me, I imagined his wet and naked body.

I snuck out of bed, and tip-toed out to the hallway, where I was met by a door, that wasn't closed. Behind the door, my face was warmed by the steam from the shower. Despite the fact that Peter was showering behind glass doors, I wasn't able to get a full glimpse of his body. The fog made him appear blurry.

I opened the glass door, and walked inside. The hot water tasted my skin, which made me close my eyes. He knew I was coming. I took one glimpse at his erection, and took a step towards him.