Peter licked up the inside of her legs, sometimes kissing, sometimes nibbling, sometimes leaving what would most assuredly be hickies the next morning on the interior of her thighs. Kitty slumped softly against him, forehead resting against his stomach, blushing deeply as she watched him work his way up, and the teasingly back down, through the frame of her own legs.

It's not that Kitty had never been treated to oral, though it often felt like there was so little time in her life that she just had to rush to the main event, but she had honestly never...sat on someone's face. And that very moment, that was what Peter was urging her to do.

His hands tickled her belly, sliding upward, straightening her back out, still teasing her, avoiding kissing her center, so much that her desire almost physically hurt. She moaned a little, sat up, kneeling over Peter's face. He tugged her panties away from her hip, "do that neat phasey thing, Kitty."

She phased slightly and her panties came flying out in Peter's grip. He giggled and waved his hand through Kitty's ghosted ass. "That's so super cool!"

She blushed more, if that was possible, and looked back at him. "I'm going to go solid, so please keep your hand out of there unless you literally want to be fused to my butt."

Peter smirked between her legs. "As much as I love your ass, and I love it quite a bit, sincerely, I'd rather have my hands so I can do things to it." He held his hands away as Kitty turned tangible, and then punctuated what he was saying with a loud slap on her rump.

She groaned, and that was when Peter took the opportunity to cup her ass cheeks and bury his face in her pussy. There was no pomp or ceremony to the action, but a very loud, pleasant moan from Kitty. Peter worked without teasing, his tongue darting cunningly through the folds of her flesh, his teeth ever-so-slightly scraping against her clit and he sucked it into his mouth and then released it. He licked, spreading her ass apart, then mashing it together, groping her in a way that seemed to add to the stimulation between her legs.

As he buried his nose and mouth within her, tongue now reaching inside, probing the soft, moist walls, his hands scrambled up her back, fiddling with her bra for a moment before he released the clasp and helped it fall from her chest.

"What a pro," Kitty might have said drolly, if she hadn't been preoccupied with moaning and humping against his face, hands pressed in to his pecs, nails raking slightly.

His hands move forward, and Kitty bent to let his fingers meet her bouncing breasts. They plucked and pinched, jogging her tits to the same speed he set with his mouth. His tongue curled inside of her, not especially long, but especially eager to please and get a taste.

She tasted so good, too. Totally different from other girls Peter may-or-may-not have pleasured, in a totally awesome and exciting way. He lapped playfully, using his tongue to tickle her swollen lips, press and wiggle her button, skirt the edge of her tight ass, until Kitty tensed and clutched his skin, at which point she came all over his face, and he simply continue his work with a reinvigorated enthusiasm.

She rocked softly against him as one of his hands moved away from her breasts to join his tongue, instead. A single finger slide gracefully back inside of her and curled to hit her just so, causing another shutter and a second orgasm to come quickly, where this time she called his name.

He grinned to himself, adding another finger to curl touch her tender spot, rubbing it in slow motions while speeding his tongue along the expanse of her pussy, licking up her sweet cum, and trying to urge her on again.

Peter wouldn't be satisfied until she screamed his name.

He plucked her nipple one final time before bringing his unencumbered hand down to grasp her hip, latching her on to his face and pushing his head up into her, probing his fingers and tongue as deeply as they could go. Kitty thrumbed and purred against him, hips desperately struggling to buck against his strong grip. He held tight and continued to pleasure her until she gripped his hand and simply pushed down on to him with all her weight.

"HOLEE-PETER!"

And a fresh wave of wetness coated his cheeks. He obligingly licked her clean, but softly this time, releasing her from his grip, slipping his fingers out slowly, until his tongue was the only thing that remained. When he withdrew it, he wiped his face with the back of his hand.

"I don't want you too spent there, starcat. We've still got all night..." He smirked, "and tomorrow morning, and..."

She held up a finger as she collapsed to his side, wrapping her arms and legs around him. "Can I have a minute before we get back to the witty repartee and the...sex?" She blushed, unsure what to call it, maybe.

She smiled warmly and wrapped an arm around her, rubbing her back softly. "Of course. Though I'd prefer to call it lovemaking today. Maybe we can try fucking tomorrow."

Kitty would have rolled her eyes at him, if she had the capacity to move.