[ His manner of getting to her, of utterly annoying her - sating her and blueballing her all at once - is quite consistent with their constant back-and-forth. Their never-ending game of cat and spider that every so often... culminates in trysts like this. In a cathartic encounter to remind themselves of the magnetism that holds them in suspense. Never to stray too far from each other, no matter how much changes, no matter how much more complicated things get.
It helps that Peter trusts her. That in his sense of responsibility is also a sense of responsibility to her. Which is why tells himself, and would be happy to tell Felicia, that all this edging's for her own good. That the tantalizing taking-away of pleasure just makes the eventual reward all the sweeter. Besides, when he gives it, he's still quite generous. Generous enough to take Felicia closer and closer, till after crying and moaning she must insist that he follow through already... and properly finish what he started. ]
Ha. Your wish is my command, Felicia.
[ With his mask rolled up just above his nose, nothing conceals his smile. A rare aura of satisfaction to man so cursed by his own Parker Luck.
Because Felicia's usually the one holding the advantage in these interactions, titillating him with sweet nothings and double entendres, it's nice to have the tables turned every so often. Which is why, as Felicia struggles to maintain her own composure - egging him on to finish her off - Peter resumes his course. "Just a little bit more," she says? Well, he has every intention to deliver.
Hovering beside Felicia, whose body still clings to the webbing on the ceiling, Peter slips an arm behind the small of her back. His free hand, with fingers still dexterously placed inside her, thrusts against her walls no differently from moments prior. Though... that's kind of a lie. There is a difference. Where Peter was once satisfied with consistency, he instead applies an intensifying vigor. The force of every gesture, every movement - no matter how seemingly miniscule - is amplified by the slightest of his spider-strength.
Felicia can definitely feel the difference, the distinct force of Peter's fingers pummeling inside her, his chest pressed against her side and his other arm holding her back as if to keep her restrained-- mercilessly beholden to the onslaught of pleasure he seeks to instill. And to make matters worse, he takes advantage of his exposed mouth, unconcealed by the mask. His lips pucker around Felicia's closest nipple, sucking her breast with the same measured fervor - the same deliberation - as his hand's ministrations below.
It's in this way that he plans to "finish her off." Not at all stopping until finally, there's no turning back. Felicia will only have to surrender to her pleasure, to the shockwaves it sends down her body as eventually, she'll collapse against the sum of Peter's efforts. With his unrelenting stamina, another incidental gift of that fateful spider bite, it'll take way more than this to leave him exhausted. To stop him from following through with carrying out Felicia's wishes, granting them in abundance. ]
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[ His manner of getting to her, of utterly annoying her - sating her and blueballing her all at once - is quite consistent with their constant back-and-forth. Their never-ending game of cat and spider that every so often... culminates in trysts like this. In a cathartic encounter to remind themselves of the magnetism that holds them in suspense. Never to stray too far from each other, no matter how much changes, no matter how much more complicated things get.
It helps that Peter trusts her. That in his sense of responsibility is also a sense of responsibility to her. Which is why tells himself, and would be happy to tell Felicia, that all this edging's for her own good. That the tantalizing taking-away of pleasure just makes the eventual reward all the sweeter. Besides, when he gives it, he's still quite generous. Generous enough to take Felicia closer and closer, till after crying and moaning she must insist that he follow through already... and properly finish what he started. ]
Ha. Your wish is my command, Felicia.
[ With his mask rolled up just above his nose, nothing conceals his smile. A rare aura of satisfaction to man so cursed by his own Parker Luck.
Because Felicia's usually the one holding the advantage in these interactions, titillating him with sweet nothings and double entendres, it's nice to have the tables turned every so often. Which is why, as Felicia struggles to maintain her own composure - egging him on to finish her off - Peter resumes his course. "Just a little bit more," she says? Well, he has every intention to deliver.
Hovering beside Felicia, whose body still clings to the webbing on the ceiling, Peter slips an arm behind the small of her back. His free hand, with fingers still dexterously placed inside her, thrusts against her walls no differently from moments prior. Though... that's kind of a lie. There is a difference. Where Peter was once satisfied with consistency, he instead applies an intensifying vigor. The force of every gesture, every movement - no matter how seemingly miniscule - is amplified by the slightest of his spider-strength.
Felicia can definitely feel the difference, the distinct force of Peter's fingers pummeling inside her, his chest pressed against her side and his other arm holding her back as if to keep her restrained-- mercilessly beholden to the onslaught of pleasure he seeks to instill. And to make matters worse, he takes advantage of his exposed mouth, unconcealed by the mask. His lips pucker around Felicia's closest nipple, sucking her breast with the same measured fervor - the same deliberation - as his hand's ministrations below.
It's in this way that he plans to "finish her off." Not at all stopping until finally, there's no turning back. Felicia will only have to surrender to her pleasure, to the shockwaves it sends down her body as eventually, she'll collapse against the sum of Peter's efforts. With his unrelenting stamina, another incidental gift of that fateful spider bite, it'll take way more than this to leave him exhausted. To stop him from following through with carrying out Felicia's wishes, granting them in abundance. ]