They came back together by courtesy of lips and ravaged each other.
Tongues absentmindedly played with the other with vehemence. They both
heatedly and attentively delve into each other's mouths, lining the other's
teeth with their tongue.
M.J. noticed Spider-man had begun to ever-so slowly grind deeply against her. She pulled him closer with both pairs of limbs to drink in the extraordinary feeling.
Spider-man hands went to her hair and tangled them in, wishing he had no gloves on so that he could feel the velvety feel of her hair.
M.J. slid down her hands roughly and strongly, yet not quickly, down the length of his sides. She noticed he was ticklish because when sliding over his upper pelvis, he arched his back, tearing his motion forward, tilting his head downward to keep the passion of the fiery kiss going.
Mary Jane tore her nails on his upper thighs, mentally cursing that he had clothing on. Then she realized she too still had her pajamas on. Her short shorts and tank top was her obstacle, as was Spider-man's costume.
M.J. managed to get Spider-man to roll over, so she was straddling his waist with her on top. She broke from the kiss and both panted in much- needed oxygen. M.J. sat up and placed her hands on his chest while both caught their breaths.
Once caught, she sat up straight and lifted her tank top over her head.
Spider-man, of course concealed, had eyes coming out of the sockets.
"Wow," he breathed out.
M.J. just seductively curled a finger for him to sit up as well.
He obeyed as Mary Jane met him half way. Spider-man just leaned back on his arms as M.J. sat forward on her knees.
Spider-man was aligned with her welcoming breasts. He gave one glance upward to her. She took his head in her hands and directed him to her right breast.
He welcomed it with an open orifice, slowly suckling on it, drawing circles with his tongue, flicking the nipple with it as well. He had had it with his gloves, impairing him from reveling in the suppleness of her, so…he wrapped his arms around her so that he could tear off the clothing covering his hands from behind her. Once he did, he brought up his right hand to knead her bosom, making her arch towards the gesticulation.
He switched sides while wrapping his left arm around her back. Leaning her backwards, he got up just as he wrapped his other arm under her bottom. She instinctively enfolded her legs around his lower torso. M.J. arched her back and rested her forehead on the top of his webbed mask.
He walked through the ever-open French doors as he strode to the bed, placing her down gently. As he placed her, he transferred his mouth back to hers, leaning into her, making her lie.
Spider-man retreated from her warmth and stood at the end of the bed, twisting his waist to check the outside of his thigh. Where earlier M.J. was digging her nails in, she had torn the costume in a tiger-like fashion.
Peter inwardly shrugged and extended the micro-spikes in his fingertips, tore one hand across his chest, and shredded far enough so he could slid off the sleeves as if they were long-sleeved gloves. He ripped off what seemed like a collar around his neck and now stood bare-chested in Mary Jane Watson's room.
"Your costume," she sounded disappointed at the work of art he just destroyed but didn't look at all disappointed when she gaped at the work of art that stood before her.
She stood, never taking her eyes off his body. "Amazing…," she whispered.
She looked up at him, grasped the back of his neck and drew him to her lips. M.J. explored his torso roughly, sketched her nails around his six-pack and massaged his sinuous neck.
Mary Jane broke from his mouth and went across his jaw line. She licked his earlobe then began to suckle on it, making his breath torn and tattered. He just stood there and let her manipulate his body.
Her hands travel down to his backside and ran her nails over the tightness, making Spider-man reacted passionately, groaning and thrusting against the body that was pressed up against him and now enveloped within his powerful arms. When he did so, she moaned and grinded against the straining organ under his tight confines.
She couldn't take it anymore; here was Spider-man, the obsession of her life, standing bare-chested and at attention in her bedroom, with his taut muscles rubbing against her breasts and his body for the taking.
Mary Jane spun them around and directed Spider-man to her bed. He bumped into the foot of the bed landed with a little spring back. Mary Jane crawled up to him gracefully, straddling his overwhelmed form.
She leaned down and nibbled around his pectoral muscles, flicking a nipple with her tongue and suckling on it. Peter groaned when he felt her rubbing against his manhood.
M.J. slid down his body and off the bed, digging her fingers into the slits she made in his thighs, and started tugging off his body-hugging pants, but stopped before she revealed him to her curious eyes.
Mary Jane turned her head back up towards him. "Do you want to do this by moonlight?" she asked quietly.
Spider-man licked his bottom lip, glad that he wasn't the only one insecure about this. So, he turned his head and left arm towards the light next to her bed and a familiar thwip sound came from his wrist, crushing the shade of the lamp, and its light. "Sorry," he apologized.
"It's okay," Mary Jane reassured him, and then she was back on task. She tugged his pants off and gaped at the beautiful, masked creature below that was lit by the iridescent luminosity of the moon seeping in through the balcony doors.
She bit her bottom lip to keep control from surrendering her virginity, but nonetheless she knew she wanted this too badly to let herself off the hook easily. And thanked her close friend for telling her to stay on birth control even after her days of Flash.
Spider-man propped himself up, noting that she was a natural, deep red-head after she exited her shorts. She was immediately straddling Spider-man, just as before. Mary Jane quickly found his lips in the dim light.
Peter could feel her heat, and choked every time there was a slight touch of her to him.
Mary Jane broke the kiss and asked, "Do you trust me?"
"Who couldn't?" And with that, she speared herself slowly onto her obsession…
M.J. noticed Spider-man had begun to ever-so slowly grind deeply against her. She pulled him closer with both pairs of limbs to drink in the extraordinary feeling.
Spider-man hands went to her hair and tangled them in, wishing he had no gloves on so that he could feel the velvety feel of her hair.
M.J. slid down her hands roughly and strongly, yet not quickly, down the length of his sides. She noticed he was ticklish because when sliding over his upper pelvis, he arched his back, tearing his motion forward, tilting his head downward to keep the passion of the fiery kiss going.
Mary Jane tore her nails on his upper thighs, mentally cursing that he had clothing on. Then she realized she too still had her pajamas on. Her short shorts and tank top was her obstacle, as was Spider-man's costume.
M.J. managed to get Spider-man to roll over, so she was straddling his waist with her on top. She broke from the kiss and both panted in much- needed oxygen. M.J. sat up and placed her hands on his chest while both caught their breaths.
Once caught, she sat up straight and lifted her tank top over her head.
Spider-man, of course concealed, had eyes coming out of the sockets.
"Wow," he breathed out.
M.J. just seductively curled a finger for him to sit up as well.
He obeyed as Mary Jane met him half way. Spider-man just leaned back on his arms as M.J. sat forward on her knees.
Spider-man was aligned with her welcoming breasts. He gave one glance upward to her. She took his head in her hands and directed him to her right breast.
He welcomed it with an open orifice, slowly suckling on it, drawing circles with his tongue, flicking the nipple with it as well. He had had it with his gloves, impairing him from reveling in the suppleness of her, so…he wrapped his arms around her so that he could tear off the clothing covering his hands from behind her. Once he did, he brought up his right hand to knead her bosom, making her arch towards the gesticulation.
He switched sides while wrapping his left arm around her back. Leaning her backwards, he got up just as he wrapped his other arm under her bottom. She instinctively enfolded her legs around his lower torso. M.J. arched her back and rested her forehead on the top of his webbed mask.
He walked through the ever-open French doors as he strode to the bed, placing her down gently. As he placed her, he transferred his mouth back to hers, leaning into her, making her lie.
Spider-man retreated from her warmth and stood at the end of the bed, twisting his waist to check the outside of his thigh. Where earlier M.J. was digging her nails in, she had torn the costume in a tiger-like fashion.
Peter inwardly shrugged and extended the micro-spikes in his fingertips, tore one hand across his chest, and shredded far enough so he could slid off the sleeves as if they were long-sleeved gloves. He ripped off what seemed like a collar around his neck and now stood bare-chested in Mary Jane Watson's room.
"Your costume," she sounded disappointed at the work of art he just destroyed but didn't look at all disappointed when she gaped at the work of art that stood before her.
She stood, never taking her eyes off his body. "Amazing…," she whispered.
She looked up at him, grasped the back of his neck and drew him to her lips. M.J. explored his torso roughly, sketched her nails around his six-pack and massaged his sinuous neck.
Mary Jane broke from his mouth and went across his jaw line. She licked his earlobe then began to suckle on it, making his breath torn and tattered. He just stood there and let her manipulate his body.
Her hands travel down to his backside and ran her nails over the tightness, making Spider-man reacted passionately, groaning and thrusting against the body that was pressed up against him and now enveloped within his powerful arms. When he did so, she moaned and grinded against the straining organ under his tight confines.
She couldn't take it anymore; here was Spider-man, the obsession of her life, standing bare-chested and at attention in her bedroom, with his taut muscles rubbing against her breasts and his body for the taking.
Mary Jane spun them around and directed Spider-man to her bed. He bumped into the foot of the bed landed with a little spring back. Mary Jane crawled up to him gracefully, straddling his overwhelmed form.
She leaned down and nibbled around his pectoral muscles, flicking a nipple with her tongue and suckling on it. Peter groaned when he felt her rubbing against his manhood.
M.J. slid down his body and off the bed, digging her fingers into the slits she made in his thighs, and started tugging off his body-hugging pants, but stopped before she revealed him to her curious eyes.
Mary Jane turned her head back up towards him. "Do you want to do this by moonlight?" she asked quietly.
Spider-man licked his bottom lip, glad that he wasn't the only one insecure about this. So, he turned his head and left arm towards the light next to her bed and a familiar thwip sound came from his wrist, crushing the shade of the lamp, and its light. "Sorry," he apologized.
"It's okay," Mary Jane reassured him, and then she was back on task. She tugged his pants off and gaped at the beautiful, masked creature below that was lit by the iridescent luminosity of the moon seeping in through the balcony doors.
She bit her bottom lip to keep control from surrendering her virginity, but nonetheless she knew she wanted this too badly to let herself off the hook easily. And thanked her close friend for telling her to stay on birth control even after her days of Flash.
Spider-man propped himself up, noting that she was a natural, deep red-head after she exited her shorts. She was immediately straddling Spider-man, just as before. Mary Jane quickly found his lips in the dim light.
Peter could feel her heat, and choked every time there was a slight touch of her to him.
Mary Jane broke the kiss and asked, "Do you trust me?"
"Who couldn't?" And with that, she speared herself slowly onto her obsession…