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'the faster you cum the harder I fall'

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Over the course of the day, Peter seemed to find it strictly impossible to take his mind off of you. Despite being almost completely distracted swooping around the city helping with what he could with some of the removals of the damage caused by the storm, you were always there shadowing over him like a silhouette that was glued to his feet. Ned had dropped him a text maybe two and half hours into patrol while he was helping move a rather large tree branch, thanking him for letting him stay overnight, stay safe and that he would see him at college on Monday. Peter took his time replying, getting sidetracked with other things.

You, on the other hand, had been subliminally preparing for a night to remember. Although you were pretty dedicated to finding work here in Queens, there were things outside of the city that you were also greatly invested in that Peter didn't know about, yet. In fact, no one but yourself knew about them, your ex-partner never got the winning chance of seeing what you were hiding because he was too quick to jump the gun. In your opinion you didn't mind, he was the one missing out after all.

However, there was something deep inside you that said you could trust Peter with this particular secret, not only was it something that was sentimental but it was also a huge part of you as a character overall, and if Peter betrayed the right in owning your secret you knew there would be hell to pay. But maybe Peter knew that too, or would come to know when you showed him.

The organisation was key; you had a licence, but no car, so hiring one would be your first step. Your secret place was outside the town of Queens. You had moved from North Beach which was just beyond the city into Queens not long after splitting from your previous relationship in hopes of finding some work, but it turned out settling down was going to take longer than you thought - and Peter had a big part to play in that. The second step would be convincing Peter to come with you. He had promised that he would be there this evening, but you weren't sure how comfortable he would be with leaving the city for a few days. You understood he had college on Monday, so you had the weekend to spare, and then if that all worked out, all step three would be was getting there and hopefully showing Peter a good time. Not that you hadn't done that already. After not only finding out that he had discovered your polaroids but then finding the not so carefully hidden cum stain in your carpet, you knew Peter was ready to see a little more than what you had been offering to him.

You'd never really met anyone like Peter; who was so carefully invested in you when he needed to be. Not only did he seem sexually attracted towards you, but he was like some kind of sad soul that also cried out for that source of comfort and protection. A good example would have been last night, the way he sank down into the comfort of your skin, albeit he may have been spent - but the way his hands squeezed and gripped your skin like he was trying to hold onto you, or the way he nuzzled his nose into your stomach in search of the warmth and your scent. In him, you saw a lost child who was just searching for someone to love. You saw more in him than what first met the eye and it melted you in a-way.

You felt as though showing him this piece of you, might let you see some other pieces of him. On the other hand, Spider-Man? Seriously? How didn't you catch that? You were surprised in a way that you didn't just see right past him, and it made you wonder just how good this kid was at keeping secrets, especially emotional ones.

For the majority of the day, you spent cleaning up the mess of the storm in your apartment, keeping your mind away from wondering off and into some dark pothole where it surely longed to be sometimes. Being you had never been a treat and nor had it been easy, so getting through a single day was almost like something worth celebrating when it came to a mental state abbreviation. But, Peter was helping with that, and he was... In a strange way the only reason why you were doing what you were doing. But was it? Or was it more than that? Would you allow yourself to fall back into the shoes of a relationship? Or keep it simple...?

Relationship shoes were pretty big soles to fill and honestly, yeah you didn't have the time nor the patience. Peter was a good kid and you highly doubted he was even capable of breaking your heart, but he was also someone you highly doubted you could stop yourself from getting so emotionally invested in, and it would be hard for you not to be so freakishly controlling over him. In shorter words, you needed him only when it suited you. As sad and selfish as it may have seemed it was the cold truth, and Peter knew that. Right?

He had mentioned not being capable of keeping it no strings attached, but maybe that was because he'd never experienced anything like this before? Or maybe he was being serious? Either you greatly underestimated Peter or there was something that you just hadn't figured out yet.

As the day began to break down into the afternoon Peter began to finish his roundly shift and head back to his apartment. He figured you wouldn't want him until later in the evening, so he had some time to spare before... Whatever it was that you had in store for him tonight. He was excited, but also nervous. The fact that his gut was telling him there was something you were hiding was quite literally eating away at his conscious. He tried not to dwell too much on the thought and just focus on the excitement of getting to feel you again just like he had craved. But then there was the overwhelming feeling of worry that followed and ugh! Why couldn't Peter just see you for a person and not have to be so guarded off with you?

All of his life Peter had chosen to raise walls against people, even if they hadn't done a single thing wrong it didn't matter because he wanted to hurt them before they could hurt him. He wasn't sure if it was a defence mechanism or his gut just being too protective over himself but either way, it was rather annoying. He figured now that he didn't have to hide his secret from you things would get easier. Or maybe they'd get worse and you'd expose him?

"Just shut up," Peter groaned to himself, slipping in through his bedroom window in a huff. He tore off the mask, threw it down on the bed and his suit wasn't slow to follow, leaving a trail of underwear along his bedroom floor as he headed for the bathroom to take a cool shower. There were a few cuts and scratches that trailed along his arms and legs from the odd branch or thorn that had slipped past the material of his suit while moving them throughout the course of the day. Despite being small, they stung like hell. Peter couldn't help but think how much better he would feel if you were there to kiss them better. Make him feel better overall, but not in a sexual way. He just wanted to be reassured at that moment, and so he texted you.

A few moments passed and he heard his apartment door closing, the sound of your footsteps trailing along his apartment finding your way to his bedroom. He heard you call from the doorway, your voice like heaven ringing in his ears and after he called you to the bathroom it was seconds before you were there, standing before him like a breath of fresh air.

"Hey," you smiled softly, closing the door behind you, "I got your text, what's wrong?" you asked, stepping forward. You didn't seem at all fazed by his stature, being that he was naked, and he respected the way that you also didn't mention it and instead souly focused on the fact that there was clearly something wrong.

"I'm just in a really shitty mood," he shrugged, fingers dancing along the edge of the sink bowl. His voice was tense and his throat was tight like he was trying to hold back a cry of frustration and you saw it almost immediately. You breathed out softly, flooding his space as you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him. Peter wasn't entirely sure where the feeling had come from; like he was drowning in a pool of heat, but it all of a sudden made him feel like a hot mess again and the touch of your fingers slowly gliding along his back made him break. He squeezed you tight, trying not to hold you too hot-headedly, he understood you weren't as strong as him physically and he didn't want to hurt you. Just feeling you there as a confirmed friend, as someone he could run to made him feel 10 times better as it was.

"Rough morning?" you whispered softly as you began to sway, his padded feet edging closer to you as he moved his chin over your shoulder, sighing softly with teary eyes. "Yeah."

"You know, I once got told I give really good massages," he could hear the smile in your voice as you began slowly pecking the skin of his shoulder, "why don't you take a shower and I'll pamper you? Make you feel better, hm?"

Peter nodded against your shoulder, slowly loosening his grip around you as you depart from one another. You smiled, lifting his chin with your finger as he looked down, brushing a loose strand of hair away from his eyes as you stared at one another patiently, "you can talk to me, Peter. I'm always here if you need someone to listen."

"I know," he smiled sheepishly, although you could see that he wasn't in the mood to talk. You weren't sure if something had happening over the course of the morning, but now it left you feeling somewhat guilty. Maybe the surprise could be left a little longer before you uncovered it, Peter didn't exactly seem like he was in the mood right now.

"I'm fine though, I promise," Peter tried to consult you and make it seem as though he really was okay, but he was more so trying to convince himself than you.

"Peter I know you're not fine, don't lie to me like that," you said sternly. You weren't mad, far from it, but it made you upset that Peter would try and tell you a lie about his own mental health. Whether he was embarrassed about it or really just didn't want to talk it didn't matter.

"I'm sorry," he swallowed, bowing his head in guilt and shame.

"Don't apologise," you chuckled breathlessly, placing a comforting hand against the padding of his soft cheek averting his eyes back to your own, "you don't have to be ashamed of the way that you feel, or even scared to talk about it. I'm not here to judge you I'm here to listen." Peter sighed deeply, rocking into the warmth of your hand, keeping you close to the shell of his body.

"I just have a lot on my plate right now," he mumbled, focusing his attention on the serenity and closeness between you, "and sometimes I just don't know how to handle it all. There are people expecting me to be a somebody and sometimes I don't even know how to be myself - I have Mr Stark and my professors and Aunt May all on my case about stuff and..."

"Hey, hey," you slowed him down with the circular motions against the skin beneath his eye, beckoning them closed slowly as his face scrunched in emotional pain, "come here," you whispered, pulling him back down into your grasp. You felt his body shake and shudder against you as he let out an exhausted cry for help, his nimble fingers kneading into the material of your sweater. "I guess in a way we all wanna leave some kind of dent in the world," you smiled, calming him slowly with the same circular motions against his shoulder blade, "but it takes time and patience and not to mention practice. You're still a kid in some ways and you've got a lot of growing to do, don't expect to be a hero overnight."

"I know," Peter's voice trembled as he spoke, "I just - people need me and I'm always there for them but if you turn it around no one's ever there for me when I need them."

"I'm here, Peter," you squeezed him gently to grasp all edges of his attention, "Whenever you need me, whatever it's for I am here."

An hour or two had passed and the heavy fog that was clouding Peter's busy head was beginning to fade. After he had showered you had done as you had promised; making sure he was completely relaxed and at peace with himself. You spoke for a while and slowly watched as those crumbling bricks of a stone wall that he put up around himself came tumbling down and the shell started to crack. Now you lay quietly on his bed, the window open letting in a cool breeze and the sound of the evening birds chirping by the windowsill. It was cosy and comfortable, his head buried into your chest while your legs were intertwined like a tangled grapevine around a drain pipe. His breathing was soft and gentle, his arms draped over your stomach in the perfect place for you to trace your fingers along his skin.

"Y/N?" Peter moved his head slightly so he could look up at you, placing it on the pillow beside your head. You moved your head to look down at him, smiling at the way his frazzled hair dropped down onto his forehead, "yeah?"

"Can I ask what it was that you... had planned, for tonight?" you watched him visibly swallow with nervousness as the words slowly slipped from his lips.

"We don't have to think about that if you don't want to Peter, we can leave it for another night-"

"No-" Peter jumped in, before realising how rude it must have seemed, "I mean, I was just curious."

Curious huh? You liked the idea of him still wanting to know what it was you had planned for this evening because despite seeing a softer side of Peter (not that he wasn't perfectly soft already) you still wanted to execute what it was that you had in mind. "Well, the thing is - I have something to show you, a secret of mine and a very big secret at that - but it involves leaving town for a few days, and I know you have college on Monday."

"We still have the weekend though, right?" his eyes widened with hope and excitement, moving up the bed a little so he could sit up a little straighter.

"Well, yes," you nodded, following suit so you could face him, "but only if you're really invested in it, it's about an hours drive there and back and we'd have to spend the night," you shrugged, more so now trying to convince yourself that this would be a good idea.

You watched as Peter nodded, dipping his head slightly. You watched as his eyes became shallow and watched even closer as sadness filled his face.

"Hey, Pete?" you mumbled softly, lifting his head, "what's wrong?"

"I-.." Peter was lost for words. Although you were clearly good at picking up all the emotions that he subliminally put down on the table, he found it sometimes rather annoying because he didn't want to make you upset by being upset himself. "The truth is, I really want what we have to progress," he began, knowing he was practically laying his heart out on the table here, "and if I'm honest these past few days I just... I want you. Badly. And I don't know if it's right or wrong to feel this way but I know that you're more experienced than me and you've had other guys who can pleasure you much better than I can but... I dunno I wanna be the one who makes you feel that way, makes you want more, makes you... Satisfied."

"So... What you're saying is?"

"What I'm saying is I just wanna..." Peter paused, a blush covering the milky skin of his cheeks and nose, "I-I wanna-"

"Go on," you prompted, egging him on with your endearing looks and close proximity, "tell me."

Peter swallowed, his throat bobbing as his hands pooled with sweat, pupil blown eyes averting down your face as you leaned closer towards him, "I want you t-to touch me," he gulped, feeling the bed dip and you crawled into your knees, your fingers resting themselves on his thighs.

"Where, Peter? Where should I touch you?" you smirked playfully, digging your fingers into the material of his sweats hearing him grunt from the back of his throat.

"Everywhere," he croaked. His hands were shaking as he gripped your right wrist, your eyes completely locked on one another's facial features as he guided your hand to his crotch, pushing your palm flush up against him. He was already eager, swollen from base to tip, aching for you and only you. The definitive outline down the right side of his pant leg proved that. From there you traced around his member, feeling it jump and twitch in your hand as you continued to feel and explore the desperation running wild through his veins.

"But, for real this time," Peter whispered again, throat closing up, "Take all of me, not just parts."

"Peter... Are you sure? I mean of course I will but I don't want you to rush into this an-" before you could finish your sentence his hands were on you, squeezing your shoulders as you fell back down against the mattress with a yelp, not even having the time to catch a breath before his heated lips were on yours, pinning your hands above your head with no mercy to spare.

"Stop talking," he ordered, clasping your thin wrists in one hand while the other snaked between your bodies, opening your legs for him to slide neatly in-between, his pulsing crotch lying snug against your core. You smirked against his lips as he dove in for another kiss, yanking your hand from his grasp and pushing against his sweet spot that lay beneath his ear. Within seconds the tables had turned and he was lying helpless beneath you.

"So, you wanna play that game, huh?" you teased, grabbing his hands with a much harder force than usual, pinning each one by the side of his head boxing him in with his own utensils. "First of all Peter, if this is going to happen I wanna establish some rules - do you understand?" you asked coyly, dipping your head down to whisper directly into his ear, making sure he got the message loud and clear.

"Yes," he whimpered.

"I said you do you understand?"

"Yes, miss I understand!" he yelled a little louder, loud enough for your approval.

"Good," you smiled, letting go of his wrists, yet he lay still against the pillows scared to even breath without your command. "I wanna establish a safe word, something small and not complicat-"

"Y/N we're not gonna need a safeword," Peter said nonchalantly.

"Oh, you underestimate me," you shook your head, biting down against the lobe of his ear before licking away the pain and kissing the bruising skin, "all jokes aside Peter, I don't want you to get hurt, okay?"

"Okay, okay I understand," he was quick to comply, "what about ya know... Green for good, keep going and like red for stop?" he suggested, eyes keenly trained on your face as you sat up, resting your full wait on his crotch watching with a wide smile as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

"You sure you haven't done this before, Spidey-Boy?" you teased, trailing your delicate fingers down his torso, wrapping them around the string of his sweats and giving it a gentle tug.

"I-I'm sure," he nodded frantically, trying to re-adjust himself beneath your weight as you moved your hands from the string and began tugging ever so carefully at his waistband. Peter was eager, you could see that and it excited you, but this was going to be your first time together - his first time overall, and you wanted to take it slower than usual.

You lowered your weight so you could slide down in between his open legs, getting a perfect view of what your hands had been working for. His fingers were buried in the sheets, veins running up his arms like roots from a tree, so tight and broad. His stomach was riveting violently, the impressive six-pack he claimed defined even in the dim lighting that came from the almost open windows. But what intrigued you the most was the pulsing muscle that sat between his legs, more so down his right pant leg. It was so defined and angry, you could see the way it twitched and pulsed even without your touch - but when you did lean in to feel, it was a whole different story.

"Please Y-Y/N, go faster," he whined, beginning to move when your hand met his chest, and he stopped almost immediately. You towered over him in silent motion, doing only as he had asked. Within minutes Peter was left completely bare, stripped of his sweats and underwear, not have been wearing a shirt in the first place. You had him sit a little higher against the headboard while you stripped, taking your time only to edge him a little more. Every item of clothing felt like an eternity to remove, as Peter sat and watched you, practically flinching under every breath he took. You were gorgeous, so hot and sexy he wanted to ravish you.

You heard him whimper, louder than before, almost a moan as you lifted your shirt and removed your bra, your breasts falling out on display, nipples hard and perky. Peter was practically drooling at this point, yet he was beyond excited, he was finally going to see all of you. Taste all of you, feel all of you. Out of instinct, his hand snaked down the length of his body as his tongue slid out to dampen his dry lips. He was hot, sweating almost as he wrapped a firm hand around his cock, pumping slowly to ease some of the tension.

As much as you wanted to swat that hand away and tell him to behave like a good boy, you let him continue to pleasure himself while you undressed, not once altering your pace. You figured there would be times in the future where you would take him by the wrist and punish him for even thinking of touching himself without your consent.

At last, you removed the last item of clothing and stood in all your glory by the end of the bed. Peter was a mess, shaking from head to toe with desire and pure lustful need to touch you. His skin shuddered as he felt the bed dip at his feet, sinking from shallow to deep as your naked form crawled up towards his body. His neck craned upwards as you leaned up on your knees, parting your legs so you could hover directly above him. You were so used to doing this, but with Peter, you suddenly felt so exposed. The pressure was on, that was for sure.

"You okay?" you asked, looking directly at his face only enlightened in parts, the rest blocked by your shadow as you finally sat down at eye level with him. Peter opened his mouth to speak but found his the words in his head to be completely unrecognisable as the warmth of his own hand was replaced with the delicacy of your own. He watched your eyes flutter as you felt the heat from his cock reconcile with your own, trapping you in a wave of sweat. It was there as he watched you that he knew from the moment he told you to come over, the second he felt that need to be touched by someone, he knew that the person he needed was always going to be you.

"Yeah, I'm okay," he finally sputtered out in a mess of flushed cheeks and over sensitive skin. His hands fell from his sides, finally gaining the confidence to slide them along your legs, configuring and mapping the length of your thighs before seating them on your hips. He lifted you softly and carefully, your hand still wrapped around his cock. He watched as did you, as you angled it correctly and gradually lowered yourself down onto his length.

As soon as his tip touched your heat Peter could feel how wet you were and it made his skin erupted with goosebumps. All of that, for him? You were dripping and he was the one who made you like that. Him.

You took your time adjusting and he couldn't help but get completely lost, invested even in your face. Your teeth sunk down into your bottom lip so harshly he thought any second it would start bleeding, and when you released the muscle, the sweetest, more delicate whimper left your mouth. Once he was in far enough your hand left his shaft, moving your arms to secure them around his neck and soon your eyes were fluttering closed, forehead resting against his own in a moment of breathy whimpers and moans that were shared between you. This was it, this was what he had been waiting for.

"Peter... Fuck, y-your so big," you gasped, sucking in a tight breath, "f-feels so good"

"U-Uhuh," Peter complied, although he wasn't really sure what he was supposed to say, too caught up in the feeling of being so close to filling you, "y-your really warm, and tight, and y-you smell really good," he groaned, trying to stifle the noises he made. You smiled, opening your eyes to see Peter sweating beads, panting softly as he moved his head into the crook of your neck, his damp lips kissing softly against the skin of your shoulder. As you finally met in the middle, and he had filled you so nicely you felt him finally move a little, craning into you more as his hands left your hips and crossed over your back to hold you close.

You swallowed, preparing yourself to move when Peter squeezed you tight, whispering an almost inaudible 'stop'.

"Everything okay?" you asked quickly, a million questions running through your mind. Your head stooped, looking down to see his head lying on your chest, breath hot and stuffy as it flowed between the valley of your breasts.

"So close," he sighed, "m' sorry"

"Hey, it's okay," you comforted him, smiling with relief, "take your time, we've got all night."

It was a good thing too. Peter took longer than expected to re-adjust, but finally, he loosened his grip and told you to start moving again. He wasn't sure whether it was the edging or the overwhelming feeling that you were actually sat there riding him, but whatever it was it came over him way too fast and he wasn't sure he was ready for that kind of embarrassment.

Time felt slow and cold, yet all the same, it was suffocating you. There was just something so different about Peter, albeit this you had already clarified, but the difference was something that you found yourself enjoying. The way he felt against you - so rhythmic and beautiful, the fact that he knew so little made this a whole lot easier for you. You could be yourself around him.

Your mind was cut blank, shot in the middle as the silence around you was broken and Peter erupted into an outbreak of moans and whimpers, finally finding his voice. His hands were careful as they gripped your hips, head lifting so he could crane his neck upwards towards you, kissing you softly. You tried your best to keep your head still as you rocked against him, feeling him gently suckle on your bottom lip, drawing it out between his teeth.

There wasn't much talking that went between you, it was just soft and loving, the need to just touch and feel the heat from one another. The way his breath shuddered every time you sank down a little further or kissed him with a force - it felt so nice to be feeling this kind of fullness again.

"Peter?" you swallowed best you could, trying to lubricate your dry mouth again. His eyes fluttered open, panting softly as you stopped rocking against him. "Yes?"

"Lie me down," you instructed, carefully lifting yourself off of him. His jaw fell slack as the release of your tight walls slipped away from his cock, a strangled whimper leaving his lips bringing a smirk to yours.

His eyes followed your face as you brought his hands to your shoulders and helped him lower you back onto the bedsheets. From there he picked up what you were putting down, hands sliding down over your collar bone to grasp and tug at your breasts while his lips worked on your own. With careful ease and patience, he slid one hand to support his base as teased himself between your folds collecting all your juices on his top, relishing in the feeling. After hearing your pained breaths he eventually gripped his tip, pumping himself softly before pushing himself back into you. The gasp that left your lips made Peter's whole body shudder, his needy hands gripping and squeezing your nipples as he thrust back into you with a little more confidence this time.

"Feel good, baby?" you muttered in almost utter silence. He nodded, hands trailing down the length of your body to grip your thigh and bring it upright to sit on his shoulder. He adjusted himself so that you were both much more comfortable, resting your leg on the base of his hip and began thrusting into you once again.

Your hands departed from his skin to lie against the sheets, gripping them with a force as his pace picked up. He was trying his hardest not to let his emotions overcome him and absolutely ram you into the mattress, he understood he needed to take it slow. As he tilted his head to kiss down the perfect curve of your jaw he saw your delicate hand gripping the sheets. The outline of your fingers looked so beautiful, finding himself sliding his hands down and picking them away from the bed cover, intertwining them with his own.

Everything suddenly felt so real as he glanced back, seeing your eyes staring at him with a force and meaning. Just holding your hand made everything brighter, more meaningful. This wasn't just sex.

"You're so beautiful, Y/N," he whispered, his hot breath fanning over your cheeks, "I could fuck you for hours."

"Nothing stopping you," you smirked, tightening your grip on his hand, feeling his fingers twist under your grip, "I'd love that."

"Fuck," he grunted deeply, picking up his pace, "c-can I go faster?"

"Don't be scared, Peter, you won't hurt me," you nodded affirmatively. You'd noticed the way he was holding back, he was Spider-Man after all, surely he had a lot more strength than he was putting out.

Your breath hitched as he lifted himself off of your body, bringing your legs over his shoulders carefully holding them as his hips rutted into you at a new set pace. You took the opportunity to let go of his hand, reaching upwards and gripping the sheets above your head. Peter marvelled in the sight below him, the way your hips curved and your ribs dug into the soft skin of your chest. His body was begging for stimulation, heart pounding in his chest as his cock throbbed inside of you, completely stretching you apart.

No matter how hot and heated the moment seemed, Peter wanted nothing more than to just be close to you, feel your hot chest against his and kiss you hard with passion and lust. He could feel the bed shake and rock beneath his as he picked up his pace, pounding into you with force and greed for flesh and warmth. This is what he had been waiting for all those years, knowing now his hand would never compare to your hot, wet mouth, or the way your pussy felt when your muscles retracted and squeeze him deliciously.

"Peter, fuck, that's it, baby," you called out his name, lowering your leg from his shoulder and wrapping them around his waist, pulling his hips forward into your core. "Right there!" you gasped as the shock or arousal ran through your heated veins, feeling him hit just the right spot inside of you. Opening your eyes even for a second you caught a glimpse of Peter, the way he concentrated so delicately on the movement of his thrusts, his teeth hidden in his bottom lip. He looked stunning, a fresh sheen of sweat covering the skin of his forehead, grunts escaping from the back of his throat. For his first time, he was lasting longer than you had expected him to.

For a moment it felt as though you were slipping out of control, an equal balance being set between you. For the first time a while, you didn't exactly mind. At least just for this moment, you would allow Peter to control the pace, the position, the volume - because you knew that after this, things were going to change. Taking his innocence only opened the doors to endless amounts of sinful opportunities.

"Y/N, I'm- I'm gonna cum-" he choked, feeling him stretch and pulse inside of you. Your body ached for his touch when he let go, slipping his cock from your warm heat and wrapping a firm hand around the base, pumping himself in a blinding haze. His cock was absolutely soaked in your juices, hand slipping up and down with such ease he'd never felt anything like it. You watched, panting softly as his face scrunched, letting out a tight, swollen moan as he shot his load onto your stomach.

"You look so beautiful when you cum, baby," you smirked, moving yourself onto your knees. Peter sat back on his legs, batting his lips together as his hooded eyes watched you seat yourself over his lap. You took his hand, moving it between your legs and pressing his fingers up against your clit. "Make me cum," you ordered, "make me cum on your fingers."

Peter had never done this before, had no clue how or what to do, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to try. He took note of the way your body responded to his actions as his fingers became stimulating your clit. He loved the way you craned into his body, his mouth swallowing your moans as you came down for a heated kiss. Your pussy was hot and wet, all the things he seemed to fall dangerously in love with the second he touched you. He could feel the chilled liquid of his cum as it ran down the length of your stomach, mixing in with your juices.

"Fuck, there!" You yelped, feeling the coil snap inside of you, cumming down over Peter's fingers. Admittedly, you never usually came to quickly, but the rush of finally having Peter fuck you sent you soaring over the edge.

Peter was in bliss, covered in sweat, the room smelling of sex and crowded with breathy pants.

"That was so good," he swallowed, watching your eyes mellow down and greet him with a smile, "yeah?"

"So good," he nodded with a confirmation. He drew his hand from between your bodies, taking his two fingers nervously between his teeth and sucking away the residue of your orgasm. You tasted just the way he imaged that you would; sweet. He watched your eyes widen with surprise, you hadn't expected him to even want to do that. As your chests came to a calm Peter sat back, letting his legs stretch out over the bed with you still in his lap. His hands found refuge on the comfort of your soft ass cheeks, gently massaging the plump flesh selecting a quiet moan from your lips. The fact that he could be this comfortable around you: sitting completely naked in an open room, made his heart sore.

"Was I okay?" he asked gingerly, eyes hooded and filled with wonder.

You nodded eagerly, "better than I expected, for a second I forgot you were a first-timer," you chuckled, leaning in pressing an opened mouth kiss to his lips. Peter finally seemed to have knocked down his boundaries with you, letting his tongue push up against your own, massaging one another as his hands slid up the curve of your body, kneading into the flesh of your breasts. "You feeling any better?"

"Much better," Peter nodded chuckling softly, "thank you."

"Don't thank me Peter," you shook your head, "I'd drop everything to feel you fuck me again," your tone dropped, sharp but filled with desire. Peter smirked, "next time, how about you do the fucking?" he raised a brow, to which you nodded, "I get the feeling it's not gonna be as vanilla next time."

"Oh, you've got the right feeling alright," you smiled, "also remind me to get some extra large condoms ready for next time."

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Thank you so much for reading! Chapter ten coming soon.