She winced at the slight pain of being stretched and Spider-man saw the
agony in her face. "You okay?" He asked innocently.
"Give me some time," she grimaced through the pain and spoke the words agonizingly.
They sat there, paused in time. M.J. just fixed her eyes on Spider- man's lower facial features as he sat, propped up, absorbedly playing with her bellybutton with his thumb.
Mary Jane sighed blissfully and caught Spider-man's attention with that. He looked to her, and she smiled sweetly, took his hand and kissed his warm palm…
That's when he noticed she began a leisurely rhythm. Spider-man flexed up into her, groaning starkly as she picked up the pace. M.J. grabbed his shoulders and pulled him up to her, as he gripped her hips, pulling her closer to him.
She muffled a moan into his neck and suckled on it rampantly, raking her nails into his sweat-coated back, unintentionally drawing shallow, wine- colored slits of blood.
Spider-man arched his back. He had never felt anything this indescribable before. She was so tight and scorching around him, and the sensation she was drawing on his back. His entire being spasm remarkably and he smothered his head in her moist neck, shutting his eyes tightly, and howled into the night with agonizing, excruciating pleasure.
Just as his fluid flooded through her, she relished in the feverish feeling and had her first crushing orgasm, constricting around Spider-man's organ.
They rested each other's foreheads together and panted for air. Once the world came back to its normal speed, Spider-man spoke.
"My mask…you can," he gulped audibly, "take it off."
"Are you sure?" she asked him as she held his head to look at her.
He just licked his lips and nodded ever-so slowly. He took her by the lips and kissed her fervently. During the kiss, he could feel her hands slowly raising the mask off behind his head. Her fingers braided through his hair as she continued, with shut eyes, and slid the mask off completely.
They stopped kissing, but had their lips touching still. He took deep breaths and didn't dare to open his eyes, but he could tell by his spider-sense that she was looking directly at him. He slowly opened his eyes and was greeted by her soft blue ones.
Mary Jane chewed on her bottom lip as a single tear dove down her cheek.
"Please…say something," Peter whispered, not taking his eyes off hers. He brought up a hand and swept away the single tear with his thumb.
She just took his hand in hers and kissed the palm, never breaking eye contact…
"Give me some time," she grimaced through the pain and spoke the words agonizingly.
They sat there, paused in time. M.J. just fixed her eyes on Spider- man's lower facial features as he sat, propped up, absorbedly playing with her bellybutton with his thumb.
Mary Jane sighed blissfully and caught Spider-man's attention with that. He looked to her, and she smiled sweetly, took his hand and kissed his warm palm…
That's when he noticed she began a leisurely rhythm. Spider-man flexed up into her, groaning starkly as she picked up the pace. M.J. grabbed his shoulders and pulled him up to her, as he gripped her hips, pulling her closer to him.
She muffled a moan into his neck and suckled on it rampantly, raking her nails into his sweat-coated back, unintentionally drawing shallow, wine- colored slits of blood.
Spider-man arched his back. He had never felt anything this indescribable before. She was so tight and scorching around him, and the sensation she was drawing on his back. His entire being spasm remarkably and he smothered his head in her moist neck, shutting his eyes tightly, and howled into the night with agonizing, excruciating pleasure.
Just as his fluid flooded through her, she relished in the feverish feeling and had her first crushing orgasm, constricting around Spider-man's organ.
They rested each other's foreheads together and panted for air. Once the world came back to its normal speed, Spider-man spoke.
"My mask…you can," he gulped audibly, "take it off."
"Are you sure?" she asked him as she held his head to look at her.
He just licked his lips and nodded ever-so slowly. He took her by the lips and kissed her fervently. During the kiss, he could feel her hands slowly raising the mask off behind his head. Her fingers braided through his hair as she continued, with shut eyes, and slid the mask off completely.
They stopped kissing, but had their lips touching still. He took deep breaths and didn't dare to open his eyes, but he could tell by his spider-sense that she was looking directly at him. He slowly opened his eyes and was greeted by her soft blue ones.
Mary Jane chewed on her bottom lip as a single tear dove down her cheek.
"Please…say something," Peter whispered, not taking his eyes off hers. He brought up a hand and swept away the single tear with his thumb.
She just took his hand in hers and kissed the palm, never breaking eye contact…