I stopped expecting ... the second a damn dragon –
[ Yeah, she can't really talk right now, but he should know all of her expectations went out of the window. All of the guilt or missed connections – coffee dates turned into moments to just talk and get to know one another? That was not how she expected to reignite a flame with one elusive Peter Parker. On his busy schedule, he finds time to swing by here. To touch her in ways he knows she likes. His fingertips had long since mapped against her body, but that damn brain of his... he puts it to good use. And there's reasons why she opens the vulnerable floodgates to something intimate like this once more.
If anyone can scold him as a menace or a smartmouthed spider – Felicia can sum up other insults. Not tonight though. Not for the pleasure he brings her. It was a balancing act between needs, satisfaction, and the greed that never leaves her body. He practically threatens to fuck it out of her at this point. A wild torrid affair was not complete without the inclusion of puns or superhero bullshit, so the web braces against their bodies as he practically spoons her, fingers a flurry of movement inside of her.
Peter was pulling the dom act in the sweetest way possible and it makes her tongue lick against her lips in eagerness. The moment his mouth goes to her breast? Shivers race down her spine, her gaze unable to focus on him but searching desperately for something around the room – a tether to keep her as 'grounded' as she could be. Peter finishes her off alright, her insides clenching like they always did, squeezing desperately to keep him hers for the night. To steal him from a city that needs him. Felicia, at her root, was selfish. Greedy. And even during her orgasm, she makes sure he knows it. A dropped jaw and a purr past her throat was the confirmation he needs – when she gasps out his name in ways he hasn't heard in so damn long.
Tonight was their little fantasy, their escape from the world where they can be greedy together. ]
Okay... okay. I yield. I bend the knee. [ Purposefully not using Uncle, here. ] I give up, Peter – that ... was pretty good.
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[ Yeah, she can't really talk right now, but he should know all of her expectations went out of the window. All of the guilt or missed connections – coffee dates turned into moments to just talk and get to know one another? That was not how she expected to reignite a flame with one elusive Peter Parker. On his busy schedule, he finds time to swing by here. To touch her in ways he knows she likes. His fingertips had long since mapped against her body, but that damn brain of his... he puts it to good use. And there's reasons why she opens the vulnerable floodgates to something intimate like this once more.
If anyone can scold him as a menace or a smartmouthed spider – Felicia can sum up other insults. Not tonight though. Not for the pleasure he brings her. It was a balancing act between needs, satisfaction, and the greed that never leaves her body. He practically threatens to fuck it out of her at this point. A wild torrid affair was not complete without the inclusion of puns or superhero bullshit, so the web braces against their bodies as he practically spoons her, fingers a flurry of movement inside of her.
Peter was pulling the dom act in the sweetest way possible and it makes her tongue lick against her lips in eagerness. The moment his mouth goes to her breast? Shivers race down her spine, her gaze unable to focus on him but searching desperately for something around the room – a tether to keep her as 'grounded' as she could be. Peter finishes her off alright, her insides clenching like they always did, squeezing desperately to keep him hers for the night. To steal him from a city that needs him. Felicia, at her root, was selfish. Greedy. And even during her orgasm, she makes sure he knows it. A dropped jaw and a purr past her throat was the confirmation he needs – when she gasps out his name in ways he hasn't heard in so damn long.
Tonight was their little fantasy, their escape from the world where they can be greedy together. ]
Okay... okay. I yield. I bend the knee. [ Purposefully not using Uncle, here. ] I give up, Peter – that ... was pretty good.