Anal Again

Peter leaned down to kiss Alison passionately as he continued to thrust into her. She moaned into his mouth, her body arching off the bed to meet his every movement. He could feel her desire matching his own urgent need.

Breaking the kiss, Peter pulled back slightly, a mischievous glint in his eye. "You like that, don't you?" he said, his voice low and teasing.

Alison nodded breathlessly, her cheeks flushed with pleasure. "Yes, please don't stop," she begged.

Peter smiled wickedly. "I won't. But I want to try something else," he said, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he slowed his movements.

Alison looked at him curiously, her eyes hazy with lust. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice a soft purr.

Peter leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a quick, fierce kiss before pulling back to whisper in her ear, "I want to fuck your ass, Alison. I want to take you completely."

Alison's eyes widened slightly, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she bit her lip, considering the proposition. "Okay," she said finally, a hint of excitement in her voice. "But go slow."

Peter grinned, pleased with her willingness to explore. He reached into the gift box again, this time pulling out a small bottle of lube. He poured some onto his fingers and began to prepare her, his touch gentle and careful.

Alison let out a soft moan as Peter's fingers circled her tight hole, slowly working their way inside. He took his time, ensuring she was relaxed and ready before replacing his fingers with the head of his cock, already sheathed in a fresh condom and slick with lube.

"Relax, Alison," he murmured, his voice soothing as he pressed against her. "Let me in."

Alison took a deep breath, her body tense but eager. Peter pushed forward slowly, inch by inch, giving her time to adjust to the sensation of being filled in this new way. He could feel her tighten around him, the pressure exquisite.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, his forehead resting against hers as he fought for control.

Alison let out a soft gasp, her nails digging into his back. "You feel... incredible," she managed to say, her voice shaky with pleasure.

Peter began to move, his hips rocking gently as he started a slow, steady rhythm. He could feel every inch of her, the heat and tightness driving him wild. Alison moaned beneath him, her body responding to his movements as she matched his pace.

"More," she whispered, her voice urgent. "Give me more, Peter."

Peter obliged, his thrusts growing deeper and more insistent as he claimed her completely. The room filled with the sounds of their passionate encounter, their moans and gasps a symphony of pleasure.