[ It's funny, Peter found. The release of tension promised, here, entailed some other tensions of its own. Like the sudden rigidity of Felicia's back, as Peter's fingers pressed against it, caresses having become light massages and vice versa at a whim. This much he discerned, of course, before his hands now fondle her breasts in the present moment. ]
Gonna try. Making no promises.
[ Unless he puts himself back on a roll with all the quips, it's easier for him to just lose coherence. Let the intensity of the moment, the candidness of their own intimacy, get the best of him. Between the two of them, of course, he knows that's not a bad thing. Hence a smile less from nervousness and more from excitement-- maybe he even pride. Because she did laugh at his joke. How can he also not smile as she grinds herself against him, their sexes gently colliding to elicit a mutually conjured friction? He's not even inside her, but the titillation - the anticipation - draws yet more pre out of him. ]
Now that, I can promise. [ Touching her. Like he'd say no to that! ]
Being a solo act? Yeah. It can be... fatiguing.
[ He doesn't know how to address his own loneliness. Because whatever way Felicia meant it, Peter feels like he's quenching a thirst he didn't think he had-- tried not to think he had. It's the same as filling a void. And evidently, in exchange, Peter sees himself leaving the same effect on Felicia. Reciprocates the same... quenching. Just by touching her, for now. Hands unrelenting in their affections, pressing her breasts, squeezing them, stroking each nipple. More of the same, more of what's good, when he's not caressing her sides instead. The biggest takeaway, here, is that Peter can't not touch her. Like he's committed to better acquainting himself with the sensation of Felicia.
And she definitely helps in that regard, mounting him. Peter's certain that his spider-sense will inform his pullout game, so he's got no grief to give here. Only... the bucking of his hips, upward into Felicia. Unceasing in all his fondling while he allots some focus into filling her, walls so tantalizingly tight around his cock. ]
You don't say. Well... [ He laughs at what he's about to tell her-- ]
You keep steady, while I keep abreast of the situation.
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Gonna try. Making no promises.
[ Unless he puts himself back on a roll with all the quips, it's easier for him to just lose coherence. Let the intensity of the moment, the candidness of their own intimacy, get the best of him. Between the two of them, of course, he knows that's not a bad thing. Hence a smile less from nervousness and more from excitement-- maybe he even pride. Because she did laugh at his joke. How can he also not smile as she grinds herself against him, their sexes gently colliding to elicit a mutually conjured friction? He's not even inside her, but the titillation - the anticipation - draws yet more pre out of him. ]
Now that, I can promise. [ Touching her. Like he'd say no to that! ]
Being a solo act? Yeah. It can be... fatiguing.
[ He doesn't know how to address his own loneliness. Because whatever way Felicia meant it, Peter feels like he's quenching a thirst he didn't think he had-- tried not to think he had. It's the same as filling a void. And evidently, in exchange, Peter sees himself leaving the same effect on Felicia. Reciprocates the same... quenching. Just by touching her, for now. Hands unrelenting in their affections, pressing her breasts, squeezing them, stroking each nipple. More of the same, more of what's good, when he's not caressing her sides instead. The biggest takeaway, here, is that Peter can't not touch her. Like he's committed to better acquainting himself with the sensation of Felicia.
And she definitely helps in that regard, mounting him. Peter's certain that his spider-sense will inform his pullout game, so he's got no grief to give here. Only... the bucking of his hips, upward into Felicia. Unceasing in all his fondling while he allots some focus into filling her, walls so tantalizingly tight around his cock. ]
You don't say. Well... [ He laughs at what he's about to tell her-- ]
You keep steady, while I keep abreast of the situation.