This is an explicit chapter that I just found, and have never posted before. A very steamy night of alone time while the kids are sleeping! Explicit content- enjoy!

Peter leaned over Wendy, kissing her face and her neck and moaning against her soft skin. Gods he would never get enough of her.

"Peter," she moaned, shutting her eyes tightly. He grinded against her, showing her exactly how much he wanted her. Her eyes shot open and she lifted her head slightly.

"The babies-"

"Are asleep. It's the first night I haven't heard a peep out of them. And Wyatt is dreaming peacefully. Don't you think we should enjoy this rare moment of quiet?" He leaned down and nipped at her ear. "Who am I kidding, you can never be quiet." Her jaw dropped in mock anger.

"Excuse me, I am not the only one to make loud noises!"

"I don't scream," he said in a cocky voice. Wendy's eyes narrowed as she leaned up and flipped Peter onto his back so that she was straddling him and she leaned over and pressed her groin against his arousal, causing him to hiss through his teeth. Very gently, she brought his hands over his head and entwined her fingers with his. She gave him a sly smile, which he missed because his eyes were shut tight in ecstasy. With quick hands, Wendy pulled something out from underneath her pillow and Peter felt something close around his wrists. His eyes shot open and he glanced up, his jaw dropping at what he saw. Wendy had chained him to the bed. His arms were pulled up at either side of his head and he rattled the cuffs as he struggled to free himself. He looked up into his wife's face, his jaw wide open.

"Are you kidding me right now?"

"Not in the slightest. Are you afraid you'll enjoy it too much?"

"I don't enjoy being a captive," he said in a quiet voice. Giving him a smirk, Wendy draped a black cloth over his eyes and ignored his cry of protest. Leaning down, her tongue darted over his earlobe and she whispered huskily, "just relax and enjoy the ride, sweetheart." He bit his lip as he tossed his head about, clearly torn between horror and elation. Wendy sat up on Peter's chest, bringing her moist core dangerously close to his growing arousal. She leaned down and pressed her breasts against his bare chest. He moaned her name as he tossed about in his chains and she giggled.

"I quite like you like this. So helpless. So anxious. You have no idea what I have planned for you."

"Whatever you have in mind, do it already and get these things off me," he retorted. Wendy pursed her lips together and raked her fingernails down his chest, bringing his nipples to attention. Her tongue started to follow her hands down his body until they stopped at the edge of his trousers. Peter's hips lifted off the bed as he anxiously waited for Wendy's next move. Her lips ran over his rippling muscles and his stomach twitched as she went lower and lower. Groping him through his clothing, she took her time in undressing him, loving how he bit his lip and moaned. She pulled his trousers down to his ankles and he kicked them off and Wendy took a moment to lean back and drink all of him in. The sight of him naked and aroused and bound made her soaked between her legs. She leaned over ever so slightly and allowed her long curls to drape over his thighs, making him throw his head back and sigh. She teased him mercilessly, her tongue raking along his flesh all around her ultimate destination. Peter tugged at his chains impatiently and Wendy glanced up at him and saw how distressed he looked. She tugged the cloth off and he blinked several times before his eyes met hers. Keeping her gaze locked on his, she lowered her mouth between his thighs and sucked deeply.

"Oh sweet neverland," he groaned and threw his head back on the pillow. She changed her pace every few minutes, making him moan in agonizing pleasure. She took him deep in her throat and Peter felt himself explode without warning, at the same time a small scream escaping his lips, his hips launching off the bed. Panting, he collapsed, his arms hanging loosely in the air, his chest heaving. Smiling, Wendy went back to his lips and he eagerly kissed her, swiping his tongue along her bottom lip and gasping as she gently bit down on his lip before pulling away.

"God Wendy, I need you."

"Patience, love. Isn't that what you're always telling me?" She climbed atop him again and placed her hands on his chest, putting pressure against his sensitive nipples. She scooted back so that her bottom was barely touching the tip of his lubricated cock, and it immediately sprang to life again. Smiling down at him, she moved along him gently, lowering herself over him but teasing him to no end and not allowing him in. He growled in frustration and pulled at his chains. Her brow raised as she stared down at him.

"Not enjoying yourself anymore, my love?"

"Wendy…you are really testing my patience."

"Well good. You've been far too patient with me, Peter." He could only stare at her, shocked at her words. Giving him another smirk, she scooted back and spread her legs wide so that he could see her hidden treasure. Wendy sucked on two of her fingers before slowly lowering them between her thighs and she let out a deep sigh as flesh met flesh. Throwing her head back, she moved her fingers around in circles as she pleasured herself, her eyes half closed and her teeth biting down on her lip. Peter could only watch hungrily, transfixed at what his wife was doing to him. He had never seen her do this to herself and he was spellbound. A moan escaped her lips as her fingers increased in speed and started pumping in and out of herself, she spread her legs wider over his.

"Do you want to know what I'm thinking about, Peter?" she said in a lusty whisper. She didn't look up at him or wait for an answer. "I'm thinking of your fingers and your tongue pleasuring me to no end. Your perfect cock filling me up completely. Oh gods, Peter, what you do to me!" She was applying pressure to her g-spot and she started to bite down on her lip. Peter's breathing was heavy as his eyes never left her hands. She removed her fingers and brought them to his lips, his eyes closing as he tasted her. No one else could ever taste like that…a sweet combination of citrus and honey and something else that reminded him of his beloved Neverland…it could only be described as Wendy. It drove him wild. She plucked her fingers from his mouth and resumed her ministrations on herself. Not being able to resist any longer, with the strength of the King of Neverland, Peter yanked himself free. Wendy didn't hear the chains break but she felt his hands push hers aside and dive into her core. She let out a cry as his hands ravaged her, pumping in and out with ferocity. Her eyes closed, her head thrown back, her hair tickling his thighs, she didn't notice him pulling her closer to him until he took her breast into her mouth and sucked hard. She let out another cry as he released, staring at the mark he had made. She glanced down and gasped when she saw what he had done. Her eyes went back to his and he smirked.

"You're marked as mine. Always." Her mouth opened slightly but Peter wasted no time in pulling her up so that she was positioned over his face and he wasted no time in thrusting his tongue up into her. She let out a scream and grabbed at his long locks, her fingers curling around painfully. It made Peter's skin alight and he continued his ministrations; his hands came up to rest on her thighs as he held her tightly and continued to feast on her flesh. Wendy rocked her hips against his mouth, releasing breathy moans as well as his name. He gripped her thighs tightly as his tongue explored her completely, devouring her very essence. Wendy shuddered and screamed as she released herself all over him. Peter pulled her down into his arms and grinned. She started to close her eyes but felt something cold and hard underneath her head and with a start, realized the cuffs were still on Peter's wrists. She quickly fetched the key from her drawer and with a click, he was free of the wretched things. He rubbed his wrists and frowned.

"No more handcuffs."

"Rope next time?" she asked with a sly smile. He shook his head, staring down at her.

"I didn't think you liked it rough."

"You always treat me as if I'm made of glass. Be rough with me once in awhile, Peter. Let your wild side out if you need. I know you're a passionate one and lately you seem…restrained." Peter looked away and Wendy bit her lip, afraid she had gone too far.

"Don't you remember that night…right after I was attacked? And I came to your parent's house… and…" he couldn't seem to continue and with a heavy sigh, he looked down at the bed.

"Peter…it wasn't you."

"But it was me, Wendy! A part of me anyway. I swore I'd never be that rough with you again. And I…I hit you! I hurt you. Something I vowed never to do. The moment I raise my hand against you is the day you shall tell Lily to cast her poison arrows at me. I never thought I could hurt you, Wendy." Biting her lip, she moved closer to him and cupped his cheek. Finally, he looked at her and was lost in her loving gaze.

"I am truly the luckiest lass in the world to have the love of someone like you. I love you, Peter Pan." His hands went to her hair as he pulled her into his kiss.

"Wendy," he whispered, his hand not leaving her cheek, "tell me what you want."

"I want you to take what you want, Peter," she whispered back, "I want you to have your way with me, however you wish it. Let your passion flow. Be yourself and don't be so damned proper about it." Peter couldn't help but smile as he pushed her hair out of her eyes. Gods he loved her.

"You really want me to do what I want?"

"Yes." He merely started at her for a moment before he threw her back onto the bed and straddled her body. His kisses were furious and passionate as his hands roamed over her fiery skin. Her fingers wrapped around his curls and she pulled, making him bite his lip and moan loudly. He broke the kiss suddenly and his eyes were darkened with desire.

"Lay on your stomach," he growled. Raising her brow, she obeyed and Peter's hand ran along her flesh from her shoulder down past her hips. He knelt behind her and his nails ran along her back as he leaned down and nipped at her shoulder. While he lavished her flesh, his hand went to her long curls and he tugged hard making her squeal. The sound caused something to ignite in Peter and he pulled her toward him, raising her bottom in the air and grabbing a pillow from the head of the bed, placing it under her hips. As she came up on her hands and knees, Peter gently pushed her back down as he kept a hand on her raised waist. Again she tried to rise but he pushed her down and brought his hand down on her bottom, leaving a hand print and making her gasp. She tried to crawl away from him toward the head of the bed but he leaned down and covered her with his torso.

"And where do you think you're going?" He reached between her legs and his fingers massaged her clit while he brought his thick cock closer to her opening. Kneeing her legs apart even wider, he rubbed against her slit several times before he thrust himself in and grabbed at her thighs as her warm walls enveloped him completely. As the pillow helped elevate her, he felt himself slide even deeper and she gasped at the deep penetration. Peter felt dizzy from the intense pleasure as he increased his thrusts and pulled at her hair, riding her wildly. She squealed as her hands grasped the sheets, her body shaking with desire. Peter's hands reached around and squeezed at her breasts as he continued to plunder her sweet body. She buried her face in the bed and screamed as his thrusts were making her climax multiple times. Peter grunted and felt himself explode inside his love and he leaned forward and rested his sweaty forehead on her shoulder. Wendy cherished the feeling of their sticky bodies melded together as he lay on top of her, still sheathed inside her. She rose up slightly on her hands and glanced behind her. Her heaving husband rested his chin on her back with his eyes closed.

"Oh Peter, I expected you to have more stamina than that." His eyes shot open at her teasing tone and he leaned back.

"Is that a challenge?"

"It might be. The King of Neverland, tired? Worn out by his wife? Your friends would never believe it." Peter's brow raised high into his hair. He had no idea what was with his wife this evening but her taunts made him harden with desire inside her. He thrust in and out once and she gasped. Grabbing her ankles, he flipped her over so that he was straddling her stomach and staring into her bright eyes. He brought his face inches from hers and licked his lips.

"Worn out? My queen, I'm going to fuck you so hard that you will be limping for days." Her eyes widened slightly at his words and she let out a scream as he swooped down and bit her neck. She moaned as she felt him latch onto her flesh, sucking hard. He moved back to her mouth and kissed her until her lips were swollen and he pulled away, biting at her bottom lip. He captured her arms over her head and held them in place as he kneed her legs apart and leaned down to kiss her, feeling himself brush against her moist center. She struggled against him for a moment then relaxed into the bed and he removed one hand, holding her wrists with one and moved his other down to her core where he crooked a finger and played with her clit, drawing a scream. Using his hand to guide himself into her, he pushed into her once again and pushed her legs back as far as they could go. Leaning into her more, he captured her legs with his arms as they were extremely close to her face. She gasped and tossed her head as he slammed in and out of her, his balls slapping against her flesh and his cock stroking her most tender spot with each thrust. He released her hands and they clawed at his thighs as he continued to plunder her. His hand gripped her round bottom as he stared into her eyes, and one finger slowly entered her behind. Her eyes widened at the sensation and she moaned as she was filled at both sides. Seeing that she was alright, he pulled out and pushed back in, sucking in a breath as he felt how tight she was. He remembered their first time together, how wet and tight she had been and it almost made him cum right there. Do what you want, she had said. Leaning into her, he pressed his lips against hers and stroked her cheek.

"I want to try something if you're willing." Wendy merely smiled at him. She had given him utmost permission to carry out his fantasies. And he was still gentle and caring, like he always had been. Gods she loved him. Peter pulled out of her and flipped her back over so that she was laying on her stomach again, using the pillow for support. Biting his lip in anticipation, Peter merely stared at her perfect ass for a moment before he leaned forward and squeezed it with both hands. Lowering himself to the bed he spread her legs wide and buried his face in her flesh. She cried out as his tongue explored her completely, entering places she had never imagined possible. As his tongue did the exploring, his fingers went back to her moist center and started thrusting in and out again. Wendy's head spun with the pleasure that had overcome her. Peter leaned back and moved his hand up to where his tongue had dallied, pressing his finger into her gently and hearing her moan. Scrambling to his feet, he grabbed a jar of oil they kept in their drawer and he quickly spread it all over his hardened length. Planting kisses all over her flesh, and using his hands to guide himself in, he slowly started to enter her and his eyes rolled to the back of his head at the sensation. She was so incredibly tight that her walls were squeezing against him. A small whimper made his eyes shoot open and he bit his lip.

"Wendy-?"

"I'm fine, Peter," she said softly. As he pushed in again, his fingers went back to her core and started up a rhythm that his cock soon matched. The pleasure was dizzying as he felt her muscles relax slightly so that he was able to push even deeper.

"Oh god," he whispered, throwing his head back and gripping her thigh as his other hand increased in speed, bringing her to her shuddering peak. He slowed down his pace, not wanting to hurt her in any way but kept his hand going faster and faster until she screamed his name and sank her head into the blankets. Peter tried to go slow but it was agonizing for him and so he increased his pace, thrusting in and out of her, though not as deeply as he could have. His passion hadn't completely taken over and for that, he was grateful. But her muscles clenching around him made it hard to breathe and he felt himself reach his peak quickly. He pulled out just as he released and nearly fell forward on top of her. He took a moment to regain his breathing before he scooped her up into his arms and tenderly kissed her swollen lips.

"I love you so much, Wendy."

"And I you, Peter," she said sleepily. She tossed her hair over her shoulder, which was soaked with sweat.

"Ugh, I imagine I look a mess. I need a bath."

"You're the most perfect creature on this earth," he whispered in her ear before he kissed her, "but I wouldn't object to a bath either." Grinning, she draped her arms around his neck as he lifted her up and tenderly carried her toward their bathing pool.