Deep Regression

We are Connected

Mmmmm, How good it feels to have his lips on mine.
"I'm so sorry." He mumbles against me.
"Shhh. No more."
His hands trail up my thighs and underneath my back. Pushing me against his hard chest.
I feel like I'm on drugs, this is so lustful and rejuvenating. God I love his hands.
His lips tantalizing my nerves on my lips. Tingling vibrating cells.
I break our intoxicating kiss and trail my lips lightly down his jawline.
"I love you Romeo."
"Me too, Juliet, me too."
I smile as I kiss a path down his neck. Making sure to take my time at the soft spots.
Peter groans and I know I'm getting to him. His hand twitches and roughly pulls me more to him.
Quickly he turns the tables on me. Pinning me up against the wall and kissing my shoulder.
I groan against his soft touch. Then Peter's perfect white teeth graze my skin, nipping slightly.
I gasp in shock and pleasure. His hands trail up my waist and pull my shirt with them.
"Should I stop?" He asks me through my skin.
"Mmm..." I moan as his skin touches the side of my waist and his teeth graze my skin.
It all felt too good, why would I want him to stop? I wouldn't.
I push him off roughly and run out of the room.
"IM SORRY!" He yells after me.
I reach...our...room and quickly strip. I need him, I want him, I am him.
My nude body slides under the covers and I pull the covers up to hide my cleavage.
"Sel?!" He yells running past the room.
"Peter." I yell out to him.
He backs up and I see his confused face in the door way.
"Hey." He whispers.
"Hi."
Peter slowly walks in and looks at the trail of my clothes. Lingering on my shirt and bra. The blue lace shining bright against the white shirt.
"Well, that was my favorite bra of yours." He chuckles to himself.
"Really? Hmm, well, I may have to wear it more."
"Good."
He walks to the other side of the bed and starts peeling off his shirt. His eyes blocked, so I crawl over to his side and drag my hand down his abs.
The white shirt is ripped off his head and his beautiful brown eyes melt me into chocolate.
"Say you love me again." He begs.
"I love you."
"Again."
I let the blanket drop as I kneel in front of him and press against his hard chest.
"I love you."
"Again."
His fingers lightly push my hair back and flow through the strands.
"Mmmm, I love you, Peter."
His lips slowly kiss mine and I never felt so adored in my life. How he makes me feel is so...amazing.
Peter Crawls into bed with me and I can feel his bare thigh against my own. No clothes between us, just how it used to be.
Peter holds his weight off me with his arms and wavers above me. I turn my head and his lips linger down my neck.
My eyes already half glazed over concentrate on his strong bicep and notice something on it.
My hand brushes against it and he stops kissing my neck.
"Did you get a tattoo?" I question him.
"Ya, uh, It a date."
"Date?"
My eyes never leaving to dark ink.
"Uh, It's our wedding date."
"I'm sorry, I should've never left, I should stayed and fought! I shouldn't have been afraid."
"What? I thought you thought I was cheating?"
"I didn't realize what it truly meant to be married. I didn't realize what I did or do to you."
"Sel-"
"Just kiss and love me Pete."
He leans down and our lips connect. Our souls connect, our dreams, hopes.... WE connect.