"What are you? Twelve?" Thor asked while laughing. I stopped for a while without turning. In a quick move I grabbed the knife from the table in front of me, turned around, and threw it. Everyone went silent... "It was just a joke, but fair enough" T...
Our hands were running around, covering every inch of our bodies, as we moved closer and closer to the bed, but suddenly Peter looked down, breaking the kissing and touching off.
"Whoa what's wrong?" I asked concerned about why he had stopped all of the sudden.
"I just... Can't stop thinking about Mr. Stark..." he answered, still looking down. I was not really sure what he meant, but I hoped he would deny the next thing I said to him.
"Well... Whatever works for you." I answered.
"Oh my god no! Not like that." He answered immediately, very defensive. I sighed kinda relieved and stepped up on the bed, with him still standing in front of me. The bed wasn't very tall so I was only half a head taller than him, when I was standing on it.
"What is it then?" I asked, as I moved a hair hanging in front of his face, back where it belonged. Peter put his arms around my hips, moving himself closer. He then looked up at me, and smiled lightly.
"Are you gonna do what he wants you to?" He asked, looking up at me with those delicious puppy brown eyes. I put both my hands on his cheeks and looked straight back, slightly glimpsing at his lips a little.
"Maybe... I'll probably kill them if I come along anyway." I said, making us both chuckle a little, not letting go of each other's gazes.
"Maybe you can kill them... But you'll never beat me." Peter said confidently.
"Please. I could snap you like a teeny tiny branch." I defended, while we both smiled. He raised his eyebrows.
"Is that so?" Peter asked, leaning in very very slowly towards my lips. I closed my eyes, and right as I felt his warm breath on my lips, he quickly swooped my legs towards him, making me fall down on my back laughing, but also quite surprised by the sudden movement.
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We both smiled right until Peter crawled on top of me and kissed me spontaneously, with his soft lips. He groaned softly, low in his throat. We kissed like our lives depend on it. His tongue slipped inside my mouth, gentle but demanding, and it was nothing like he'd ever done before, and I suddenly understood why people described kissing as melting, because every square inch of my body dissolved into his. My fingers gripped his hair, pulling him closer. My veins throbbed and my heart exploded. I had never wanted anyone like this before. Ever. He pushed me further up the bed, so my head was on a pillow, while we were still making out intensely. All I wanted was Peter. The weight of his body on top of mine was extraordinary. I felt him. All of him pressed against me, and I inhaled his perfume, his shampoo, and that extra scent that's just... him. The most delicious smell I could have ever imagined. I wanted to breathe him, lick him, eat him, drink him. His lips tasted like sweet honey. He felt wonderful. His hands were everywhere, and it didn't matter that his mouth was already on top of mine, I wanted him closer closer closer.
I moaned as I finally got to breathe, when he moved the kisses down to my neck. I'm still running my hands through his hair, as his lips are brushing over my skin, in slow soothing movements. Who would have thought Peter Parker was so sexy in bed? I kept thinking to myself. He slowly moved back to my lips again, parting them and entering them. In that moment I rolled us over, so I was on top. Peter pushed himself up so he was sitting against the headboard with me sitting on top of him. It became more and more difficult for me to return his kisses, when he started feeling around between my thighs. I then moved one leg off him and took off my panties, as he took off his boxers. It had taken a split second, and suddenly I was on top of him again. He slowly grazed his hand down between my thighs, and captured every wet drop down there. He spread it around his penis, making it almost soaking wet. I steadily glided down, putting his whole length inside me, making us both close our eyes and gasp.
Peter was running his hands down my back while I was moving up and down repeatedly. He finally reached down to my ass, grabbed all he could and helped me go faster, and faster till I felt the orgasm come.
I screamed as my legs went numb for a hot second, and my whole body was trembling in pleasure. My body responded with a euphoria so strong, that tears started to well up in my eyes. I buried my head into Peter's shoulder, as I stopped. I breathed in and out like I had just ran a marathon with no break. The orgasm had been so intense, my legs were still shaking minutes after.
"Fuck that was intense." I whispered, having almost caught my breath. We both smiled a little, as I realized he was still inside me. He started slowly kissing me, and turning us around now being more gentle. I followed his lead, and ended on the bottom once again. His whole muscle mass formed right on top of me. I spread my legs slowly making room for his hips to come closer.
"You okay again?" Peter asked, holding one hand on my cheek. I smiled and nodded very subtly. Our lips collided, as he gently moved in, making my breath heavier. He moved up the paste till none of us could focus on kissing. My nails were digging into his back, as he thrusted in and out of me, while I was screaming out his name. He was in full control, and a tear or two escaped from my eyes. He then slowed down, and finally didn't move anymore, trying to control his ejaculation. He was just on the edge as I pushed his hips forward with my feet.
"SHIT!" He exclaimed, and buried his head in my neck, breathing heavily in tact with me. I smiled to myself as I felt warmth spread in me.
