Crawling closer, Peter looked down at her hungrily until he was on his hands and knees overtop of her.  He leaned back and gripped her legs, his fingers digging into the soft flesh just above the knees, and lifted them up quickly.  He spread them apart and forced them back until her sex was angled up toward him, and he smiled.  "Beautiful," he said, little more than a throaty whisper.  He leaned forward, pressing against her legs to hold them up while his hands made themselves useful elsewhere.  Reaching forward, his fingertips grazed the underside of her tits before gliding slowly down her abdomen.  They moved easily through the perfect little tuft of hair between her legs, and then they were at her folds, fingers nuzzling in softly to test her warmth.