Peter slid into bed beside me, wrapping an arm possessively around me. I sighed in content and snuggled closer to my boyfriend, loving the feeling of his body against mine.
"Good morning," he sighed in my ear.
"How was work?" I asked, putting an arm around him.
"Same as always. Got punched, took down bad guys. You know how it goes," he said.
"Oh, baby. I wish you didn't have such a dangerous job."
"The city needs Spider Man. I can't quit."
"I know."
Dating a superhero was an experience for sure. Any time he was 'working' I had to worry about his safety. There were nights he'd come back fine, nights he'd come back sore, nights he'd come back bruised, nights he'd come back bloody. Even a few with broken bones.
"Let me take your mind off of that," he suggested, kissing my forehead.
"How?" I asked, knowing what he had in mind.
I could already feel his cock rubbing against my thigh as he moved to kiss me on the lips. We both knew what was coming, and I wasn't going to fight it.
"Come on, babe. Off with the pants," he told me.
I lifted my hips, helping him pull them down. I rarely wore anything underneath at his request, him loving to have easy access. In his words, he never knew when he'd need to leave, so he wanted to be able to get at me quickly so he could ensure a bit of fun now and then. Peter grinned, kissing my neck, one hand holding my hips down, the other sliding under my shirt to rest on my chest. I felt his teeth scrape over my neck gently before he bit down. He always made sure he left a mark, to let others know I was taken. If we were out and he saw someone looking at me, he would always get possessive, putting an arm around me, kissing me, fondling me, and shooting them looks to convey his message.
"I kept thinking of you all night," he told me, stroking my thigh now, "Made it hard to concentrate on other things. You have no idea how crazy you drive me, in a good way."
We kissed as he shifted to hover over me, his hand still stroking.
"Oh yeah?" I asked, "Prove it."
"Don't give me that sass. You know better," Peter growled.
I stuck my tongue out, feeling a bit bratty, but wanting to be put in my place. Peter narrowed his eyes, knowing what I was up to you.
"Going to be like that today, eh?" he asked.
"Maybe," I sang, grinning at him,
"Don't pull that shit with me," he said, scowling now.
"Or what?" I teased.
"You won't get anything at all from me."
"You wouldn't."
"Try me."
"Fine."
I pouted, giving in to him, knowing I couldn't be denied our fun now.
"Good," he purred, kissing me again.
"Please don't tease me today, Peter," I whined, "It's not nice."
"Call me sir when we're alone like this, and I won't be such a tease," he said, his voice turning to a growl.
I loved when he talked that way, and I was happy to oblige, "Yes, sir."
"That's better," he said, moving to kiss my neck.
He licked and nipped at it, dragging his tongue over it harshly. I could feel his beard stubble rubbing over my neck as he did, slightly irritating my skin, but I didn't care. I only cared about the pleasure he was bringing me.
"That feels so good, sir," I moaned for him.
"Good," he purred, sliding his hand lower.
I felt him brush it over my wet pussy, and I let out a smile whine under his touch. I wanted to feel him inside of me, not be teased. But I knew if I said anything he would only tease more. I'd found out the hard way before if I wasn't careful, he would tease me for over an hour. If I cooperated, he'd tease, but not nearly as much.
"Nice and wet," he breathed in my ear, "You really want to feel me in you, don't you, baby?"
"Yes, sir," I moaned, my hips arching as he pressed a finger against me.
He slipped the finger inside me, curling it as he kissed my lips roughly, his tongue moving to spread my lips. I granted him entry, hoping for more fingers to be inside me soon. Or even something bigger and better. I felt another finger slide in and I whimpered happily into the kiss. He pulled away, scissoring his fingers, rubbing his thumb over my clit.
"You're so wet, baby," he whispered in my ear.
"Only for you, sir," I replied, loving his touch.
Peter moved back, removing his fingers, making me whimper at him. I looked up, hating that he'd left me, only to see him pushing down his sweatpants. His cock sprang up and hit his chest, precum already gathered at the tip.
"Look at what you do to me, baby," he smirked.
When hard, he was about seven inches. The tip was slightly red, and the entire thing covered with light veins.
"Please, sir, I want to feel you inside me," I whined at him.
"You look so sexy, babe. Your legs spread wide for me, your cheeks flushed, your pussy glistening. I love you so much," he said, stalling.
He took his cock in his hand and stroked it a few times, watching me closely, waiting for me to breakdown and beg. He knew it wouldn't take much. I was too desperate.
"Please, sir, please! I want you so bad. I want to feel you inside me. No, I need to feel you inside me! I need to take your load, make me yours, sir!" I begged, "I need you so bad. Please, take me. Please!"
"I dunno," he teased, moving to slide his cock over my entrance.
"Please, sir! I'm yours. Take me. I need you so bad, sir!" I whined.
Peter grinned, knowing that I really did need to feel him, and he finally relented. He slid inside of me easily, having been inside me enough to know the exact right angle he needed. I felt my pussy stretch to accept his cock, and I moaned happily. Peter breathed heavily in my ear, glad to be back where he belonged.
"Oh, fuck," he groaned in my ear, "I swear you were made for me."
I wrapped my legs around him, allowing him to slide fully into me. He buried his cock inside me, not being gentle. Peter grunted with pleasure as he rammed himself in and out of my pussy, and I clung tighter to him, raking my nails down his back.
"That feels so good, sir!" I moaned out, "I love you!"
"I love you too, baby," he growled in my ear, nipping at my neck.
His cock slid in and out easily with how wet I was. One hand held my hips while the other moved to my clit, sliding his thumb over it and making me whine. He was hungry to have my body, to make me feel good, and achieve his own pleasure as well. I let out a little squeak that made my cheeks flush with embarrassment as he rubbed over my g-spot, making a wave of pleasure crash over me.
"I love how fucking amazing you sound and feel," he panted, nipping more roughly at my neck, "You're doing so good baby, taking it so well."
I knew I wasn't going to be able to control myself very long, and I could tell he was losing control as well. His movements were getting more rushed and desperate, his moans getting louder.
"Come on baby, cum for me!" he choked into my ear, trying to keep his own orgasm back.
I obeyed him, letting myself fall over the edge, and cum on his cock. My pussy throbbed around his cock, and he buried his face into my neck this time, letting out a sound of utter pleasure, as he came inside me. I could feel every strand inside me, shooting over and over, filling me up. It felt like a fountain had been turned on. When he came, it was always a lot. I couldn't help wondering if it was how he always had been or if there was some weird connection to his altered DNA.
Peter held himself up over me, catching his breath. He pressed his lips to mine as he slid out of me, making me whine. I hated this part, where I felt empty again.
"Don't be such a baby, I'm not done with you yet," Peter said.
He pushed himself down lower, settling his head between my legs. He stared for a moment at the sight of his cum mixed with mine leaking out of me, before he swiped his tongue over me, going from my wet hole to my sensitive clit.
"I always wondered what we'd taste like together," he admitted.
His tongue slid into my pussy, and I instinctively grabbed the back of his head, my fingers gripping his messy hair.
"That feels so good, sir!" I cried, lavishing the feeling.
His thumb rubbed over my clit as he tongued my pussy, searching for every drop of our cum. He was a talented man in bed, always turning me into a mess of pleasure and joy. His tongue swirled and lapped it all, making me mewl like a kitten. I felt myself reaching another orgasm quickly, and my breath became more ragged again. I gripped his hair tighter, pushing his face further into me. Peter got the message and licked deeper, rubbed harder.
"I-I'm going to cum, sir!" I gasped.
I fell over the edge again, this time cumming on his tongue. Peter continued to slide his tongue in and out, gathering it all, moaning softly as he did.
"God, baby, you taste amazing," he said as I finally released him.
He gave me a gentle kiss, and I could taste both of us on his lips, but I didn't care. I loved it, because it was him.
"Now, I'm going to go order some pizza," he said, grinning.