[ The more Felicia speaks, the further Peter spirals into the fog of his own arousal, all too caught up in the gyrations of her hips while she mounts him. “Take care of you,” she says. “Take care of both of us.” There’s so much eagerness in Felicia, so much yearning, that Peter wants to recognize and reward. That could mean taking command, smothering her in his own brand of affection… but in interrupting, he’d be doing her own smothering a disservice. So, no. This is fine. More than fine. Rather than share the burden that Felicia so willingly takes, Peter contemplates a way to express gratitude. No more of an ethos driven by guilt, like all things Peter Parker, but one driven by the recognition of another’s compassion.
Something Felicia has in spades, whether she knows it or not.
So what’s the harm, then, in a little positive reinforcement? Like the kind Peter instills by bucking up, hips colliding with Felicia’s rhythmically, for each moment that her body descends upon him. It’s not just that he fills her utterly, in these instances, but that he comes at her from below with a renewed and vigorous force. Never too much that he’d launch her into the ceiling, of course, but just enough reserves of his strength to return the sensations she gives… and then some. For all her caresses of his body, her clutches of his neck, Felicia’s gonna need a tighter grip on him because of this. Which is why Peter relinquishes his grip on her breasts, hands descending to seize her wrists instead. To hold her tight there, before deciding it’s better to take each of her hands, fingers intertwined. Yet more affection, as Peter returns Felicia’s advances with yet more of his spider-strength. ]
Of course I missed this.
[ Seems the handholding isn’t just to be sweet, but to keep her balanced— to keep her from flying right off! But Peter’s managed to strike a balance of his own, thrusting from below just enough to deliver a sensation few others can, a display of his strength short of launching Felicia off. There’s an equilibrium here from which she alone can reap the benefits, the full impact of Peter’s encroachments filling her walls. Her lips below continue to accommodate his girth, colliding with his base upon every descent of her body. ]
I missed you.
[ While all of this is well and good, Peter might’ve overplayed his hand a little. Because the more that he’s contributed to all their intimate contact, the more he anticipates his own unraveling… like its arrival will be sooner rather than later. But maybe, he tells himself, this is what Felicia wants. What Felicia means by taking care of him, to reduce him to such a mess. To goad him into this proactive state, thinking he can pleasure her and flip the tables on her when really… he’s only furthering his own demise. He’s playing right into her hands, is what’s happened. But “losing” in this way, to a contest none of them have even verbalized, might just be Peter’s biggest win in a long time.
It’s this recognition that causes him to chuckle a bit, even as Felicia still rides him. Even as he expects himself to finish if they keep this up. ]
Even now, you manage to be two steps ahead of me. Damn…
[ That’s him, steeped in the mental abstraction of his own arousal, struggling to explain himself. ]
Can I just say that’s a really good problem to have?
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Something Felicia has in spades, whether she knows it or not.
So what’s the harm, then, in a little positive reinforcement? Like the kind Peter instills by bucking up, hips colliding with Felicia’s rhythmically, for each moment that her body descends upon him. It’s not just that he fills her utterly, in these instances, but that he comes at her from below with a renewed and vigorous force. Never too much that he’d launch her into the ceiling, of course, but just enough reserves of his strength to return the sensations she gives… and then some. For all her caresses of his body, her clutches of his neck, Felicia’s gonna need a tighter grip on him because of this. Which is why Peter relinquishes his grip on her breasts, hands descending to seize her wrists instead. To hold her tight there, before deciding it’s better to take each of her hands, fingers intertwined. Yet more affection, as Peter returns Felicia’s advances with yet more of his spider-strength. ]
Of course I missed this.
[ Seems the handholding isn’t just to be sweet, but to keep her balanced— to keep her from flying right off! But Peter’s managed to strike a balance of his own, thrusting from below just enough to deliver a sensation few others can, a display of his strength short of launching Felicia off. There’s an equilibrium here from which she alone can reap the benefits, the full impact of Peter’s encroachments filling her walls. Her lips below continue to accommodate his girth, colliding with his base upon every descent of her body. ]
I missed you.
[ While all of this is well and good, Peter might’ve overplayed his hand a little. Because the more that he’s contributed to all their intimate contact, the more he anticipates his own unraveling… like its arrival will be sooner rather than later. But maybe, he tells himself, this is what Felicia wants. What Felicia means by taking care of him, to reduce him to such a mess. To goad him into this proactive state, thinking he can pleasure her and flip the tables on her when really… he’s only furthering his own demise. He’s playing right into her hands, is what’s happened. But “losing” in this way, to a contest none of them have even verbalized, might just be Peter’s biggest win in a long time.
It’s this recognition that causes him to chuckle a bit, even as Felicia still rides him. Even as he expects himself to finish if they keep this up. ]
Even now, you manage to be two steps ahead of me. Damn…
[ That’s him, steeped in the mental abstraction of his own arousal, struggling to explain himself. ]
Can I just say that’s a really good problem to have?