Tick Tock Goes the Clock

Chapter 2

Incoming smut! Avert your eyes!

"You're pretty." Her finger twirled a strand of his hair.

Rolling his head, he looked at her. White hair cascaded off fair skin, and her eyes, as green as emeralds, shone. Peter smiled. "You too."

Sweeping her hair over her shoulder, she smirked. "I know." Her eyes became hooded. "Why don't you come over and show me just how pretty I am."

Peter didn't need to be told twice, he rolled over, coming to a stop over her. Her skin was warm against his as he lowered himself into her kiss. Her soft pink lips attacked his, just the right amount aggressive as she bit down, making him grunt. Her fingers curled into his head and she lifted her hips, grinding into him and quickening his heartbeat. His mouth left hers and trailed down her jaw and then her neck and then her sternum. Her hands guided his mouth over her breast and he swirled his tongue around the nipple. She chuckled softly. He moved, trailing kisses down her midriff until his head found home between her thighs. He kissed her inner thighs, up then down.

"Trying to tease me, Spider? So rude."

His hands came up to wrap around her thighs, rubbing them. He dove in, slipping his tongue into her then bringing it out with a flick. He repeated the motion a few more times before kissing and suckling at her clit. He kissed around the side, licking in longer strokes up her folds. He continued for several minutes, switching spots of focus until she started writhing. His face cracked into a smile and he moved his sole focus to her clit, upping the speed and pressure as he slipped two fingers into her, curling them forward repeatedly. Her thighs clamped around his head and she arched her back, breathing becoming ragged and harsh as her hands dove into his curls, pulling at his hair and pushing his head further down.

Peter's face split into a grin and he upped the speed even more, his free hand pressing on her pelvis with just enough force to keep her from moving too much. Seconds later, he felt her contract around his fingers and heavy breathing turned to an illicit moan. He carried her through her orgasm, only letting up when her palm pressed on his forehead to let him know it was getting to be too much.

He came up for air, smiling up at her as she craned her head down at him, her fingers playing with his hair. Climbing up, he rested beside her, head propped up on his hand.

He placed a flat palm against her stomach, feeling the muscles ripple beneath his fingertips. He tickled her, smiling against her neck as he delivered kisses. She rolled her head, catching his mouth. He kissed back without hesitation, tongues meeting, twisting in a battle for dominance.

She won. She always did.

"Mmmm, Spider. I love your mouth."

He chuckled. "You in the mood for round 3?"

Her characteristic sharp grin returned. She pulled him back in close, but she didn't kiss him. She murmured into his mouth, "I'll show you what I'm in the mood for."

One of her hands reached over to his shoulder and pushed him down. She climbed on top of him, lowering himself onto his pelvis and squeezing his waist with her thighs, just tight enough to make it clear she was in charge. She kneaded his stomach, fingers spreading, curling to prick his skin with her nails. She smiled, mouth hanging open just a little as she peered down at him.

Her eyes found his with a devilish glint that he reciprocated in kind, excitement bubbling deep inside as his hands roamed her body, cupping her waist then moving higher, exploring every inch like he'd never felt her before.

He made a show of sucking on his thumb before removing it with a trail of spit. Her eyes followed his finger as it pressed against her, making her breath hitch. He pressed lightly and moved it, rubbing up and down in a smooth motion, careful to not make direct contact with her still sensitive clit. Felicia started rocking her hips, forward first, into his thumb, then back into his dick, which stuck up, pressed against her butt. He jerked at the feeling of it rubbing against her. She reached a hand behind her and wrapped it around him, pumping slowly in time with her hips and his thumb. Peter's head fell back against the pillow and a groan was pulled from his belly.