Two days later Gwen and Peter were out shopping. Gwen was looking back and forth between two button-up shirts when she got a weird look on her face.

"Hey, what's up?" Peter asked.

Gwen bit her lip. "Remember the other day when I said that sometimes I want you to ravish me even when we're not alone?"

Peter blinked. "Um, yeah. Are you getting that feeling now?"

Gwen nodded and took a deep breath, then looked him in the eye. "Right now I would let you rip my clothes off and take me right here on the floor in the middle of the store."

Peter licked his lips. "Really?" He asked, looking back into her eyes.

"Really." Gwen replied, maintaining eye contact. "You could give me a quick, sweet, romantic kiss and I would be able to restrain myself." She whispered, her voice full of lust. "But if the kiss became even remotely sexual, if you so much as licked my lips so you could French me, I wouldn't be able to stop myself."

Peter chuckled. "Is that so?"

Gwen nodded.

"Let's test that." Peter cupped her face and kissed her softly. Gwen kissed back, and a moment later Peter pulled away.

"Anything?" He asked, studying her face.

Gwen shook her head. "That was really sweet."

"Thanks." Peter looked around and saw that nobody else was near them. Looking back at Gwen, he smiled and reached out to grab her left breast. Gwen caught his wrist, stopping his hand mere inches from second base.

"If you do that," Gwen said quietly, "It means you intend to take me on the floor where we're standing right now."

Peter considered this. "Okay."

Gwen licked her lips. "If you'd rather get down and dirty somewhere a little more private, there are gender neutral changing rooms behind you."

Peter looked behind him, then back at Gwen. "Saved from potentially getting arrested by progressive society." He lowered his hand and held it out. Gwen grabbed the shirts she had been deciding between and took his hand, and he led her down the hall and into the last changing room. Gwen hung the shirts up on a hook on the wall, then locked the door. As soon as she turned around Peter rammed his tongue down her throat and grabbed her breasts through her shirt, squeezing them firmly.

"Mmm…" Gwen moaned against Peter's lips as her will to resist vanished in an instant.

After a long moment, Peter broke the kiss and released her breasts. "Anything?"

Smiling widely, Gwen hopped up onto the ledge in the corner and removed her shirt and shoes. "Neither of us is leaving this room until you fuck me."

"You read my mind." Peter grinned and pulled his shirt off. "You're not supposed to sit on that."

"The bench is too low." Gwen unhooked her bra and threw it to the floor. "Put your hands on me Peter. Be rough with me."

Chuckling, Peter took off his shoes and stepped closer. "You say that like there was any other possibility." Grabbing Gwen's breasts, he looked into her eyes and squeezed them hard. Gwen failed to hold back a loud moan as she met his gaze.

"You like that huh?" Peter asked teasingly, rubbing her nipples with his thumbs and pressing down firmly.

"You're damn right I do." Gwen gasped. "Ugh! How are you so good at this?"

Peter shrugged as he continued roughly feeling up his girlfriend. "Natural talent I guess. It helps that I get to practice fairly often." He pinched her nipples.

Gwen bit her lip to muffle a shriek, then spread her legs. "I can't wait." She admitted. "I need you so badly."

"Music to my ears." Peter unzipped Gwen's shorts and yanked them and her panties down. He bit his lip and took a moment to admire Gwen's naked body.

Gwen blinked hard. "Can I tell you a secret?"

Peter looked at her. "Of course."

Gwen took a deep breath. "That look you just got? That shit makes me feel more attractive and appealing than all the compliments in the world. My self-esteem could be at an all time low, and one look like that from you would make me feel like the definition of beauty."

Peter blushed. "I can't help it. Every time I see you naked it's the first time all over again."

Gwen giggled, and Peter looked into her eyes. "Can I tell you a secret?" He asked.

Gwen nodded.

"When you spread your legs for me, it doesn't matter if you're naked or fully clothed, it makes me feel more wanted than anything else has ever made me feel." Peter said, pushing down his shorts and underwear.

Gwen bit her lip and spread her legs as wide as she could without it hurting. "I tell you what. You show me how attractive you find me and I'll show you how exactly how wanted you are."

"You got yourself a deal." Peter shoved his cock into Gwen, who clung to him tightly and cried out as he fucked her harder and more roughly than ever before. Neither of them could concentrate enough to speak, but the moans, gasps, grunts, whimpers, and shrieks said more than enough. Two and a half minutes later Gwen crashed her lips to Peter's to muffle her scream and his shouting as they came together. They stayed where they were, holding each other and panting. After five minutes Peter finally pulled out and stepped back.

"That was the best sex and orgasm I've ever had." Peter said as he started getting dressed.

"Ditto." Gwen smiled and hopped down. "If you were still hard I'd be on my knees thanking you."

Peter chuckled. "I think we're even right now."

Gwen pulled up her shorts. "I have more shopping I wanna do but we should probably go in case someone heard us. We can come back tomorrow."