Spider-man Unleashed

Chapter 7

For Mary Jane, the world stopped making sense, but she was unable to comment, her mouth invaded by the tongue of her favorite superhero. She was going to slap him so hard, she decided. Who did he think he was, treating her like a toy just because he saved her from a certain death, a performance that was followed by the most thrilling, fairy-tale like experience of her life, the landscape of the city blurring in her eyes…

He had no right to kiss her like that.

She was going to slap him, she repeated in her mind. She was going to do it the moment she managed to pull away from his lips. But at that point, her plan hit an unexpected snag. Separating from him was proving to be harder than she would have expected. Not because of his arms pressing against her back, as for all their potential strength, their hold was gentle enough that she could have freed herself easily. She just needed to lean back, and the connection would be broken…

But she found herself reluctant to take that exact step. With their bodies pressing tight together, she could feel his wiry muscles, the sensation barely impeded by his skin-tight costume. She didn't want to deprive herself of the sensation. Just a second more, she thought, deepening the kiss as she tried to etch the moment in her mind.

Then, she felt his arms tightening around her body, smashing her even tighter against him. With a sudden insight, she realized that she lost the chance to pull back. His arms turned into a cage, trapping her inside. Not that it mattered. Under the heat of his kiss, she felt like a butterfly captivated by the fire, unable to stop her flight despite the edges of her wings starting to smoke.

And what a fire it was. She could feel her skin blistering under the heat of his passion, each touch leaving a burning track in its wake. His fingers roaming freely on her body, driving closer to her breasts. She knew that she should have grabbed his wrists and pushed his hands away. It was too much. But her hands rejected to follow her orders, instead, she was busy tracing the delicious contours of his muscles.

His fingers sank into her breasts, triggering a wave of pleasure in her heart, stronger than anything else she had felt in her life. None of her boyfriends, rare as they were, managed to awaken even a fraction of it even during sex. Just a touch over her shirt, and she was edging an orgasm.

Maybe it was a part of his powers, she thought, but that thought flickered away when she felt his hands on her waist, lifting her up. For a moment, she felt curious, as it was more comfortable than she would have expected. Then, she realized the reason. Her legs had turned traitor as well, wrapping around his waist to give him an additional leverage. But he took a step, and all of her desire to complain melted away, the rush of pleasure as her core rubbed against his shaft blanking out her mind.

She felt the cold presence of a wall against her back, but she kept her legs wrapped around his waist. He pulled away from the kiss, leaving her mouth suddenly empty. Still, she felt unable to say anything, her mouth occupied by an involuntary moan as he pulled her blouse down, his lips dancing on the sensitive skin of her breasts, pushing her bra out of the way whenever it tried to cut his way. Soon, his lips were around her nipple, biting hard enough to leave his mark, and just like that, she felt her mind blanked out by the strongest orgasm she had ever experienced.

It was unfair, she thought, that he was able to push her over the edge like she was a wind-up toy. It was different from her usual experience, where her partner did his, or in rare occasions, her, ultimate best to worship her body to bring a fraction of pleasure she was feeling at the moment. As she rested against the wall, enjoying the cold sensation across her burning skin, there was one detail that made her relax. At least, with her legs wrapped around his waist, it was impossible for him to pull down her panties. A small victory, but a victory nevertheless, she thought as she looked at his face, still covered with mask other than his lips, her lips curling smugly.