Gwen's breath hitched in her chest, coming out in these short, ragged pulls that made her ribs ache a little, like she'd been sprinting uphill for miles. The sheets were a tangled mess around their legs, damp and twisted from all the shifting and grabbing, like the bed itself had gotten in on the fight. The air in the room hung thick with that raw, salty edge of sweat mixed up with the sex they'd been drowning in, undercut by the faint, sweet whiff of vanilla from the lotion she'd slathered on earlier, back when things were still teasing and slow. She pushed herself up on her elbows, the mattress dipping under her weight, and twisted just enough to glance back over her shoulder at Peter.
Strands of her blonde hair clung to the sweat on her neck, messy and wild, framing her face in a way that made her look undone, feral almost.
Gwen: Come on.
Her voice came out husky, scraped raw from all the moaning, barely above a whisper as she arched her back deliberate, pushing her ass up toward him like it was the only thing in the world she needed right then.
Gwen: From behind. I want to feel all of you.
Peter swallowed hard, the sound loud in the quiet between her words, his cock giving a sharp twitch at the sight of her there on all fours, knees splayed wide across the rumpled sheets, that full, bubbly ass laid out like a goddamn invitation, cheeks soft and plush, curving out in a way that begged to be grabbed. He knelt up behind her, knees sinking into the mattress, hands trembling just a touch as he wrapped his fingers around her hips, thumbs pressing into the give of her flesh, warm and yielding under his grip. He could feel the heat radiating off her skin, the faint quiver in her muscles from what they'd already done.
Peter: Fuck, Gwen you're killing me.
His mutter came out rough, edged with that desperate edge, as he lined himself up, the blunt head of his dick nudging against her slick folds, teasing the entrance that was still clenching faint from her climax. She was drenched, absolutely soaked, and he eased in slow agonizingly slow watching the way her pussy stretched around him, pink and glistening, pulling him deeper with every inch like it didn't want to let go. The heat of her wrapped him up tight, wet and velvet-soft, and by the time all nine inches were buried to the hilt, his balls pressed flush against her, snug up to that sensitive bundle of nerves, Gwen let loose the kind of moan that hit him square in the gut a deep, guttural rip from her throat, building from a rumble to a full-throated wail that bounced off the walls and sank into his bones.
Gwen: Oh fuck, Pete! Yes ahh, god, so deep!
Her whole body shuddered then, violent and sweet, walls fluttering wild around his length, clamping down in these tight, rhythmic pulses that felt like they were trying to drag him in even further. She came right there, instant and shattering, just from the sheer fullness of him splitting her open, juices spilling hot down her thighs in a slick rush, the obscene squelch of it all mixing with her ragged breaths as she rocked back against him, tiny desperate grinds to chase the sparks still firing off inside her.
Gwen: Don't, don't move yet, shit, feels too good...
Peter's groan rumbled low in his chest, head dropping forward to rest against her shoulder, damp skin to damp skin, as his hands slid down to spread her cheeks wider, thumbs hooking in to hold her open so he could watch really watch the way his cock was buried inside her, thick and veined, disappearing into that tight heat. God, the sight of it alone nearly undid him, her lips stretched taut around him, flushed and swollen.
Peter: Jesus, you're coming already? So tight fuck, Gwen, you're squeezing me so hard.
He held there, muscles locked, letting her ride it out, feeling every single clench and tremor ripple through her like echoes, making his balls draw up tight with the ache to just thrust, to claim. Her moans kept coming in these rolling waves, soft at the edges but building sharp
Gwen: Mmm, yes oh god, Pete, it's ahh right there...
her arms quivering as she braced harder on the bed, elbows digging into the mattress, ass circling back in these small, greedy swivels that somehow pulled him impossibly deeper, like her body was rewriting the rules of physics just for this.
In his head, Peter was reeling "She's like this every time, every damn time, and it still floors me. The way she takes me, like she was made for it, like nothing else matters but this right here."
He pressed a kiss to the sweat-slick curve of her shoulder, tasting salt on his lips, breathing her in deep the vanilla gone musky now, overlaid with them.
When her breaths finally started to even out, just a fraction, she twisted her head again, looking back at him through the tangle of her hair, lips parted and shiny, cheeks blooming red from the flush that crept down her neck to her chest. That spark in her eyes hadn't dimmed; if anything, it burned brighter, daring him.
Gwen: Now fuck me. Hard. Like you mean it.
That did it snapped the last thread of his restraint. Peter's hips jerked forward sharp, pulling out halfway with a wet drag before slamming back in, the impact sending a jolt through both of them, skin slapping skin in this loud, primal rhythm that filled the room. He set the pace brutal from the jump, each thrust deep and unforgiving, bottoming out with a grunt that tore from his throat.
Peter: Like this?
His voice was gravel now, wrecked and low, as one hand slid up the elegant line of her spine, fingers tangling in her hair not yanking hard, just enough pull to arch her back further, to tilt her head so those moans spilled out unobstructed. She nodded frantic, a jerky yes-yes motion, pushing back into him with everything she had, meeting him thrust for thrust like she was trying to fuse them together.
Gwen: Yes fuck, yes, just like that! Harder oh shit, Pete, you're so big filling me up...
They devolved into it then, pure animal instinct taking over no polished rhythm, just raw, pounding need driving him home again and again, her cries spurring him deeper, faster. The bed groaned under the assault, headboard thumping the wall in erratic bangs that probably had the neighbors wondering what the hell was going on next door. Each plunge pulled something new from her a sharp gasp on the in, a drawn-out ahh on the out
Gwen: Ahh! Pete god, don't stop feels so fucking good!
her voice cracking on the edges, breathy and desperate. He gripped her ass cheeks harder, fingers sinking into the soft give, spreading her wide so he could see it all: the way his cock pistoned in and out, slick with her, her pussy lips clinging to him greedy, stretched and pink around his girth. Sweat beaded on his forehead, trickling down his temple to splash onto the dip of her lower back, cool for a split second before it warmed against her skin.
"Can't get enough"
he thought, hazy through the burn in his thighs,
"the way she sounds, the way she moves like she's chasing something only I can give her."
He leaned in closer, chest brushing her back, the heat of him enveloping her as one arm snaked around her waist, banding tight to hold her steady against the onslaught. His hips didn't falter, snapping forward relentless, the angle letting him grind deep, brushing that spot inside her that made her whole body jolt.
Peter: You're so wet for me.
He panted the words hot against her ear, nipping at the lobe sharp enough to draw a hiss from her, his free hand dipping down between her legs, fingers finding her clit swollen and slick, rubbing in tight, firm circles that matched the rhythm of his thrusts.
Peter: Taking my cock like this fuck, Gwen, you love it, don't you? Moan louder let me hear how much.
She shattered the command, her voice breaking into a sob that twisted pleasure-tight
Gwen: Yes love it, Pete your huge dick stretching me ahh, right there
Her body tensing like a bowstring, ass clenching around him in warning pulses, walls rippling hot and insistent. He didn't ease up, hips driving brutal, fingers relentless on her clit, the dual assault hitting her from every angle until she saw stars behind her eyelids.
Peter: Come on my cock, baby squeeze me
She broke then, a full scream ripping free
Gwen lt out a huge moan her pussy gushing around him in a fresh flood, the vise-tight spasms milking him without mercy, dragging him right over the edge with her. His thrusts stuttered erratic, hips grinding deep as he lost it
Peter: Shit Gwen I'm cumming
hot ropes of cum painting her walls, spilling thick and deep with one final, brutal shove that left him shaking.
They collapsed forward in a heap, him still sheathed inside her, both of them heaving like they'd clawed their way out of a storm. Gwen whimpered soft, aftershocks twitching through her, making her clench faint around his softening length, his release leaking out in a warm, sticky trail that smeared between her thighs. She laughed then, breathless and light, reaching back to squeeze his thigh, nails digging in playful.
Gwen: Holy... that was...
She trailed off, the words dissolving into another shaky laugh, her body still buzzing, every nerve lit up like holiday lights.
Peter: Worth it. You okay? Not too sore?
He kissed her shoulder soft, lingering there, pulling out slow with a wet, obscene pop that made her hiss through her teeth, a mix of relief and loss flashing across her face.
Gwen: A little.
She admitted it easy, rolling onto her back with legs that wobbled just a touch, pulling him down beside her in the same motion. Cum trickled lazy down her thigh, but she didn't bother wiping it too spent, too content just tugged him in for a kiss that started lazy but deepened quick, tongues tangling slow, tasting the salt of sweat and each other on their lips.
"God, I could stay like this forever"
She thought, fingers threading through his hair,
"Just us, no masks, no city falling apart outside. Just this"
Gwen: But good sore. Your turn to be on bottom next.
Peter grinned against her mouth, that boyish flash of teeth that always made her stomach flip, even now when they were both wrecked and sticky. He let her push him flat onto his back, the mattress bouncing light under him, and she swung a leg over to straddle his hips easy, like she'd done it a thousand times
Peter: Cowgirl? Bossy I like it.
His cock was already stirring under her, half-hard and pressing insistent against the curve of her ass as she ground down teasing, slow rolls that had her tits swaying with the motion, nipples still flushed red and peaked from his mouth earlier, begging for more.
She leaned forward, bracing her hands on his chest, nails scraping light over the ridges of his pecs, feeling the quick thump of his heart under her palm. The room felt smaller now, warmer, like the air itself was holding its breath with them.
Gwen: Shut up and suck.
The order came out playful, but laced with that fresh edge of want, as she guided one breast to his mouth, hovering the nipple just shy of his lips. He didn't make her wait latched on immediate, sucking hard with a pull that shot straight to her core, tongue swirling wet and hot around the peak.
Gwen: Mmm, yes fuck, Pete, just like that...
Her gasp melted into a moan, hips rolling instinctive, slicking him up with the messy mix of their earlier releases, the glide easy and filthy.
He hummed low around her nipple, the vibration buzzing through her like a live wire, his free hand coming up to knead the other breast, palm rough against the soft swell, fingers pinching the nipple in a twist that made her arch sharp, grinding down harder.
"He's got that look again"
she thought, hazy pleasure fogging her mind
"Like he can't believe this is real, like he's memorizing every inch"
Peter: Taste so good.
He mumbled it muffled against her skin, releasing with a wet pop before switching sides, drawing the other nipple in deep, teeth grazing just enough to spark without sting, tongue lashing relentless
She reached back blind, fingers wrapping around his length now fully hard again god, he was massive, thick and hot in her grip, veins pulsing under her touch and lined him up careful, sinking down inch by torturous inch with a moan that dragged long from her chest, building as he filled her stretch by stretch. When she bottomed out, ass flush to his thighs, the pressure hit deep, brushing spots that made her toes curl into the sheets. She started riding then, slow and deliberate, hips circling wide to feel every ridge and curve drag along her walls, pulling whimpers from her that she couldn't hold back
As he thrust up lazy to meet her, mouth never leaving her breasts, sucking in time with her bounces, alternating sides with greedy pulls.
The pace crept up natural, her moans spilling freer now, filling the space between them
Gwen: Fuck Pete, yes deeper, ahh your mouth...
—his hands sliding down to grip her ass, fingers digging in to help her slam down harder, the wet slap of her pussy swallowing him whole echoing sharp and rhythmic. He let go of her nipple with a gasp, cool air hitting the wet peak, and looked up at her face flushed pink, hair a wild halo, tits bouncing hypnotic in front of him like they were made for his hands, his mouth.
Peter: You look so hot like this riding my dickcome on, Gwen, fuck yourself on me.
She chased it harder then, head tipping back, throat exposed as one hand braced on his abs, feeling them flex under her palm, the other sneaking up to tweak her free nipple herself, rolling it between thumb and forefinger until the spark shot down her spine.
Gwen: Pete shit, I'm close suck it again please...
He surged up obliging, mouth latching hot on the neglected breast, tongue flicking fast and merciless as she ground down brutal, clit catching on his pubic bone with every drop, the friction building like a storm. Her rides turned frantic, hips snapping, breasts jiggling with the force
Gwen: Yes suck harder, baby oh god, right there fuck, your tongue's driving me crazy.
walls starting to flutter warning around him, the coil in her belly winding tighter.
Peter:Gwen, so good gonna...
He thrust up sharp to match her, the angle letting him hit deeper, and she clenched hard
orgasm ripping through her like fire, milking him in hot pulses as she shuddered atop him, grinding through the waves until he followed with a muffled shout against her skin
Peter: Yes take it, baby
hot spurts flooding her again, the overflow slicking her thighs in a fresh mess as she rode it out slow, savoring the stretch.
Panting heavy, she folded forward, tits pressing soft against his chest, kissing him sloppy and deep, tongues lazy now, tasting the faint tang of her own skin on his lips.
"Not letting this end yet" she thought, nipping his bottom lip light, drawing a hiss from him.
Gwen: Not done. One more. Flip me.
Peter rolled them seamless, strength in the motion making her head spin a touch, hooking her legs over his shoulders in one fluid shift, folding her up nearly in half knees nudged toward her ears, pussy tilted up and exposed, vulnerable and ready. The stretch in her thighs burned sweet, and she reached for him, hands roaming his back.
Peter: Like this?
His voice was gravel-rough, eyes locked on hers as he slid back in easy, the angle allowing him to sink deep immediate, brushing her cervix with a pressure that bordered pain and bliss.
Gwen: Yes oh god, Pete fuck me like that!
She cried it out, hands clawing red trails down his back, the position pinning her open, letting his body grind against her clit with every slow thrust he started with, building deliberate.
Peter: So deep ahh, you're splitting me open harder...
He obliged, pace quickening, hips snapping forward with controlled force, the bed shaking violent under them now, frame protesting loud. Each plunge dragged a new sound from her
Sweat slicked his brow, dripping onto her collarbone, and he leaned in closer, forehead to hers in the fold, breaths mingling hot
Peter: God, Gwen feel that? How you're clenching fuck, you're close again, aren't you? Moan it for me tell me how my cock feels buried this deep.
His thrusts turned punishing, grinding deep on every in, pulling back just enough to tease before slamming home, the slap of his hips to her ass muffled by the angle but no less intense.
Gwen: Yes Pete it's so good your dick's owning me ahh
Her voice cracked on the plea, body trembling pinned under him, walls rippling insistent now, the coil twisting tighter with every brutal drive. He didn't let up, one hand bracing beside her head, the other slipping between them to circle her clit fast, thumb pressing firm
Peter: Come for me squeeze my cock yeah, just like that.
She shattered then, the orgasm crashing wild and deep
Gwen: Pete yes fuck, don't stop oh shit, right there coming again ahh!
clenching hard around him in waves that milked him ruthless, her cries echoing sharp as she arched as much as the fold allowed, nails biting his shoulders. The sight, the feel it dragged him under too, hips stuttering erratic
Peter: Gwen fuck, yes filling you up...
grunting low as he came spilling hot and thick inside her, grinding through the pulses until they both went limp, breaths syncing ragged in the aftermath.
He eased her legs down gentle, unfolding her with care, pulling her into his arms as they lay tangled, sheets a ruined nest around them. Her head tucked under his chin, fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest, the room settling quiet now, save for the soft hum of the city outside the window.
Gwen: Love you.
She murmured it against his skin, kissing the pulse at his jaw soft.
Peter: Love you too.