Saving the Cheerleader

Saving the Cheerleader

She clung to him, her tears soaking through the thin material of his silk shirt. He combed his fingers through her honeyed hair and laid his chin on top of her head. “What do you want me to do?”

He thought she was going to pull away from him; instead, she turned her face up to his and gazed into his eyes. “Make me forget who I am. For one night, I want to be someone other than the Cheerleader.” Her lips captured his as her whispered plea echoed through the starlit night.

Peter’s hand tangled in her silken locks and angled her head for his exploration. Slowly, he took her mouth, determined to give her this one night.

Her tears dissolved into small mews of pleasure as he tore her clothes from her body. Cheerleader indeed, her body was firm and smooth beneath his touch and he couldn’t stop the groan of defeat that left his lips.

She offered her perfectly rounded breasts to him, unashamed in her sexuality as he sucked one taunt nipple into his mouth, puckering it with the adoring sweep of his tongue. His hand found the curve of her hip, traced it to the gentle swell of her ass, cupped her there and brought her hard against him.

She was pure bliss. Every nerve in him set aflame as she nipped the tender spot under his ear, and then gently kissed away the sting.

With a frustrated sigh, he put her away from him and began to free himself from the bondage of his clothing. He watched as Claire stared at him, her breasts heaving with each breath she took.

Peter wasted no time, he lifted her onto the rigid shaft of his passion, seating her there quickly with no thought of the thin barrier which told the secret of her virginity. Her cry was lost in the night as Peter took to the sky, her legs wrapped around him, his arms holding her. As her pussy accommodated him, opening enough to swallow him, Claire slowly pushed herself up off his swollen cock before surrounding him once more with her wet sheath of fire.

They spun through the air as Peter pounded into her, his dick harder than it had ever been as it slid in and out of her warmth. She cried out his name as she raked his back with her fingernails. Peter closed his eyes as he landed them gently on a bed of velvet grass, and continued to stroke her where none had stroked her before.

“Let go, Claire, let go.” He whispered the words in her ear as he held back his release, pleading with her to find her own. As her warm juices ran over him, he thrust himself into her one last time, stilling as his seed shot into her.

He teased her lips with a tender kiss before pulling himself from heaven and rolling onto his back.

“You, Peter Petrelli, have saved the Cheerleader.”


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