[ Fortunately, Felicia knew how he was. Was he extra nervous right now? Yeah, she can feel it. The tension between them was at a breaking point mere moments ago and now it's either snapped free or broke entirely. With that, there's a freedom that feels so sacred... as if they both earned it after all the bullshit they went through. The fights, the break-ups, the saving-the-days – whatever Felicia wanted to think to believe she earned someone as wonderful as Peter Parker underneath her... she thinks it.

And she clenches onto him with a desire that was hard to match.

She gives him leeway to keep on, but she reaches her hand up to grip his jaw, to make him focus on her and her alone. His touches drive her wild, makes her ass push down further to sink into him. She always knew he was big, but this reunion was something that makes her insides feel hot with excitement and anticipation – with want and need all blurring together.

Felicia winces when he strokes at her nipples, their hardened nubs reacting and giving him confirmation he was doing something right. Her moan was honest, a relaxing sigh before she grinds herself forward, hoisting herself up enough just to drop down. Steady and slow, she makes it painful for them to scratch that itch they both want.

What a cocktease. ]

Well, yeah, keep yourself busy with that and let me... nnn, go to work. I'll take care of you. Take care of both of us.

[ Maybe she knows exactly how he likes it. How her fingers smear down his jawline and clutch the side of his neck possessively and her eyes refuse to flutter shut. Just to watch him, noting each small reaction he may have between quips. ]

Fuck, Peter.

[ It sounds like a purr rolling off her tongue when she picks up only enough speed to make adjusting herself on him feel good – where he stirs her in just the right way. ]

Tell me you missed this.