The next morning Gwen woke up naked, her hair a mess and her head on Peter's chest. She looked up and saw Peter smiling at her.
"Hey." He said, running a hand through her hair.
"Hi." She replied.
"I think I love you." He said softly.
Gwen beamed. "I love you too."
They lay there for a moment before Peter said "We should probably clean up the mess."
Gwen burst out laughing. "Later." She said, climbing on top of Peter and kissing him. Peter kissed back and grabbed Gwen's ass, squeezing it firmly.
"Mmm…" Gwen sighed into the kiss. Reaching down, she grabbed Peter's morning wood and began stroking it, causing Peter to moan against her lips. Once Peter's cock reached full size, Gwen stopped. Leaning down, she nipped at his earlobe and whispered "I was gonna suck you off, but right now I need you inside me."
"Oh." Peter blinked. "I don't know what to say to that."
Gwen bit her lip. "You don't mind?"
Peter shook his head. "Fuck me Gwen Stacy."
Unable to hold back, Gwen impaled herself on Peter's morning wood.
"Peter!" She yelped.
"Gwen!" Peter moaned.
With Peter balls-deep inside her, Gwen leaned forward, kissed down his neck to his chest, and gave him three hickies in a vertical line over his heart before sitting back up.
"What was that fo-" Peter stopped when he noticed the scar over Gwen's heart from her surgery. "Oh."
Gwen bit her lip. "Yeah."
They gazed into each other's eyes for several seconds before Peter realized he was still inside her.
"Are you gonna, um…?"
Gwen blinked and shook her head to clear it. "Right, my bad." She started riding him.
Unlike the steamy, awkward, passionate sex they'd had the night before, this was slow and romantic. Thanks to the slow pace and their superpower-enhanced stamina, it was nearly eight minutes before either of them was close to an orgasm.
"Peter." Gwen moaned and looked into his eyes. "I'm gonna cum."
"Me too." Peter moaned, meeting her gaze.
"Peter." Gwen kept up her slow pace. "Cum with me."
Peter nodded. "Gwen…" he gasped, taking her hands in his and maintaining eye contact.
"Almost." Gwen moaned, her voice shaking as she gripped Peter's hands tightly. "I'm so close."
"Tell me when." Peter said, visibly struggling to delay his orgasm.
Gwen bit her lip, and a moment later she gasped "I'm cumming Peter!"
Because they were still looking into each other's eyes, Peter saw the tears of joy rolling down Gwen's cheeks as they came together. Gwen collapsed on top of Peter, crying with a smile on her face.
"Hey, you okay?" Peter asked, concerned.
Gwen's quiet crying turned to quiet laughter. "I'm fine." She replied, taking a deep breath. "I'm pretty sure that was the most intimate experience I've ever had."
Peter rubbed her back. "I think it was mine too."
Gwen kissed his cheek. "Now we should clean up the mess."
Peter sighed. "Yeah."