"So...now what?" Peter asked.

Gwen shrugged. "Race you to my place."

"You're on." Peter said. "What does the winner get?"

Gwen thought for a moment. "Winner chooses position."

It took Peter five seconds to realize what she meant. "Oh you are so on!"

"Wait." Gwen said. "We should stop by your place and grab a change of clothes."

Peter nodded. "The race starts there."

20 minutes later they arrived at the Parker house, ran inside and shoved some clothes in bags, then went back outside.

"Ready?" Peter asked.

Gwen nodded. "Three."

"Two." Peter said.

"One!" They said together, then fired their webs and swung off.

The swung through the city, occasionally bumping into each other in attempts to slow each other down. Ten minutes later they reached Gwen's apartment building, both landing on the wall at the same time. They opened the window and each struggled to push past the other and get in first. After several moments, Gwen grabbed Peter's left wrist and placed his hand on her right breast. This caught Peter off-guard, allowing Gwen to push past him and crawl inside.

"Yes!" She exclaimed, pulling her hood down and her mask off.

"I'm calling foul." Peter said as he climbed in and closed the window.

"Is that so?" Gwen asked teasingly as Peter removed his mask.

"Yeah." Peter replied as they set their bags down and took off their suits.

"Well, tough." Gwen said, pulling her shirt off.

"Oh." Peter's jaw dropped. "You weren't kidding."

"I guess not." Gwen cupped his face and kissed him. Unlike their kiss in the hospital, which had been sweet and romantic, this one was fierce and passionate, which is why Peter had no reservations about grabbing Gwen's ass as he kissed her back. Smiling, Gwen began backing Peter up as they kissed, stopping when he bumped into the chair in front of her desk. As they stood there making out, Peter gave Gwen's ass an experimental squeeze. She gasped, and he slipped his tongue between her parted lips. Gwen hesitated for half a second before eagerly tangling her tongue with Peter's. After another minute, she broke the kiss, reached around behind Peter, and turned the chair around. She put her hands on his shoulders, pushed him down so he was sitting on the chair, and climbed onto his lap so she was straddling him.

"Gwen…" Peter gasped.

Gwen blushed and started pulling his shirt up. Peter raised his arms, allowing her to take it off. She bit her lip and put her hands on his chest.

"What?" Peter asked softly. "You've seen me shirtless before."

Gwen chuckled. "Yeah, but I never took the time to appreciate it." She rubbed his chest and began slowly moving her hips against his.

"Oh…" Peter moaned softly. "First time?"

Gwen shook her head. "No, you?"

"No." Peter replied.

They both breathed a sigh of relief.

"That'll make this less awkward." Peter said quietly.

Gwen nodded. "Still a little awkward though."

Peter chuckled. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

Gwen smiled. "Me neither."

Peter realized something. "Condom?" He asked.

"I have some." Gwen replied. "But I'm on the pill, so it's up to you."

Peter thought for a moment. "I prefer bareback, but I'm not the one who could get pregnant. You choose."

Gwen beamed. "I want you to fuck me bareback." She whispered. "I don't want you to pull out." She started grinding faster. "I wanna feel you cum inside me."

Peter bit his lip. "That's the sexiest thing anyone's ever said to me."

Gwen felt her heart warm up a little. "Aw, Peter." No longer able to hold back, she unhooked her bra and tossed it aside, then crashed her lips to Peter's, immediately slipping her tongue into his mouth while continuing to grind on him. Peter kissed back with equal passion and slid his hands up Gwen's front, cupping her breasts and giving them a quick squeeze.

"Mmm…" Gwen moaned, breaking the kiss and leaning in to kiss Peter's neck. "Do that again." She whispered.

A light bulb turned on in Peter's head. "Do you trust me?"

Gwen couldn't help but giggle. "I'm sitting on your lap topless and grinding on you. I just responded to you squeezing my tits by literally asking for more. You're asking if I trust you?"

Peter bit his lip and nodded. "Yeah, I am."

A faint blush appeared on Gwen's face for the second time in under five minutes. "Peter, I trust you more than anyone."

Peter blushed. "Good. Say stop and I'll stop."

Gwen cocked her head in confusion. "Um, okay."

Smiling, Peter stood up, causing Gwen to have to wrap her legs around his waist to keep from falling. Peter grabbed her ass to hold her up, squeezing it as he turned and walked until Gwen's back hit a wall. Peter's hands immediately returned to her breasts, and he began feeling her up.

"Oh Peter…" Gwen moaned. "You've definitely done this before…"

Peter licked his lips. "Is that a good thing?"

Gwen giggled and wrapped her arms around Peter's neck. "It's a very good thing, because it means you know what you're doing, at least to some extent."

His confidence slightly boosted, Peter kissed her neck and continued fondling her breasts. Gwen cooed in approval as Peter rubbed her nipples with his thumbs.

"Peter?" Gwen asked.

"Hmm?" Peter asked, rubbing circles around her nipples.

"Mark me Peter." Gwen gasped. She could feel the bulge in his shorts grow slightly after she spoke.

"You sure?" Peter whispered.

Gwen nodded. "Mark me anywhere I can cover up."

"Oh Gwen." Peter leaned in and sucked on her collarbone, leaving a hickey.

"Don't stop baby…" Gwen moaned.

Peter kissed up her neck and left a mark behind her left ear as he pinched her nipples between his fingers.

Four hickies later, Gwen pushed off the wall and put her feet down. She backed Peter up until they reached her bed, pushed him down onto it, and crawled on top of him.

"I can't wait." Gwen said, reaching down and unzipping Peter's shorts.

"Gwen…" Peter raised his hips so she could take his shorts off.

"I...I want you Peter." Gwen whispered, blushing as she pushed down her own shorts. "I want you inside me." Peter opened his mouth to speak, but Gwen put a finger on his lips, then grabbed his left wrist and placed his hand on her crotch. Her panties were soaking wet. Peter bit his lip.

"Feel that?" Gwen said, her eyes full of lust - something Peter realized he'd never seen before.

"Yeah." Peter replied.

Leaning in, Gwen whispered "You did that Peter." She removed his underwear and wrapped her free hand around his erection.

"Gwen…" Peter moaned.

Gwen took a deep breath. "Last chance to change your mind."

Biting his lip, Peter grabbed Gwen's panties and slipped them off, then pushed himself up so he was sitting. Gwen positioned herself over his fully erect cock and hesitated.

"Last chance to change your mind." Peter whispered.

Gwen licked her lips and whispered "I couldn't stop right now if I tried." She kissed Peter and eased herself down onto him, taking in his full length in a matter of seconds.

"Mmm!" They moaned together.

Gwen broke the kiss, and they stared into each other's eyes for a full five seconds before Gwen raised her hips up. She stopped with only the tip of his cock still inside her, then dropped back down.

"Peter!" Gwen cried out.

"You okay?" Peter asked, still holding himself up with his arms.

Gwen bit her lip and nodded. "Trust me, you'd know if I'm not." She raised her hips and dropped down again, crying out a little quieter this time. She did this two more times, then leaned back, pulling Peter down on top of her.

"Fuck me Peter Parker." Gwen gasped in his ear.

Nodding, Peter pulled out all but the tip before thrusting back in.

"Peter!" Gwen moaned.

Grinning, Peter began fucking Gwen. He started out a little awkwardly and inconsistently, but he was soon able to find a steady rhythm.

"Oh shit!" Gwen moaned. Don't stop!"

"How long has it been since you got laid?" Peter asked.

"Too long!" Gwen answered breathlessly as Peter fucked her. "Like seven years! Before I had powers!" She nipped at his neck, leaving a hickey under his chin. "You?"

"Four years!" Peter moaned, changing his angle slightly. "Oh Gwen!"

"Oh fuck!" Gwen gasped loudly. "Right there! Don't stop! Just like that!"

Peter nodded and kept up a steady pace. Several minutes later, Gwen looked into his eyes and moaned "I'm close Peter! Harder!"

Grinning, Peter began ramming into her harder. Gwen's tits weren't particularly large, but they bounced with each thrust.

"Fuck yeah!" Gwen moaned even louder. "Give it to me!"

"I'm gonna cum!" Peter groaned.

Feeling a familiar sensation, Gwen tightened her legs around Peter's waist and moaned "Don't stop! Cum in me baby!"

A moment later Peter gasped loudly as he came hard. Gwen cried out as she came mere seconds later, Peter's orgasm triggering her own.

Peter rolled off onto his back, and they lay there panting.

Peter looked at Gwen. "That was…"

"Amazing." Gwen said.

Peter bit his lip. "I was gonna say incredible, but amazing works."

Gwen bit her lip. "Peter, I've fingered myself while imagining fucking you more times than I can count. Not once did I cum as hard as I did just now."

Peter turned bright red. "Oh. That's...actually really hot."

Gwen smiled. "So is what we just did."

Peter chuckled. "How much you wanna bet it wouldn't have been half that good if we didn't know each other so well?"

Gwen rolled over and threw an arm across Peter. "Peter, I guarantee you that's true."

Peter bit his lip. "What now?"

"Hold me." Gwen mumbled as she rested her head on his chest.

"Sounds great." Peter wrapped his arms around her. "But what about the mess?"

Gwen shrugged and closed her eyes. "Ask me in the morning."