"Peter, what are we doing here," Gwen said with shock as she glanced the fancy building they were entering, her eyes wide.
He turned to her with a teasing expression on his face. "I don't need to explain birds and the bees to you, do I?"
"Not that, jerk," Gwen answered with a slap to his arm, but his comment also earned a laugh that drained a part of her stress, so Peter counted it as a victory. "What are we doing in Four Seasons? This place is ridiculously expensive."
"We're here for our special date," he answered even as he sneaked his arm behind her and stoke a kiss on her cheek. Before she could say anything, they were at the reception, and Peter pushed his ID to the table, and the receptionist quickly worked on it while Gwen was busy trying not to faint under his subtle caresses, unseen behind the counter.
"Mr. Parker, the honeymoon suite is ready for you," the receptionist said with a huge smile reserved to the clients who were willing to pay a small fortune for a night's decadence. A financial commitment Peter wouldn't dare to enter a few days ago.
"Honeymoon suite?" Gwen asked in surprise after they were in the elevator.
"You deserve it," Peter said with a serious expression, then initiated another kiss. The elevator ride passed silent, other than occasional moans as Peter surveyed her body for sensitive spots. When the elevator ride was complete, Peter picked her up in a bridal hold and carried her to the room, with her giggling every step of the way, only to stop when Peter threw her on the rose-petal-covered bed and pinned her with his smoldering gaze. She fell silent, before whispering one very unwelcome word. "Stop." Peter did, despite not liking it one bit. The last thing he needed was Gwen getting cold feet at the last moment especially after he had spent all that money for the room, but no matter how unwelcome, no meant no.
But her next words, combined with her enthusiastic yet panicked expression was enough to put his fears to rest. "I need to prepare first," she said, her voice burning with a matching arousal, mixed with shyness.
"Of course, Gwen," he said, leaning down for one last kiss before pulling back with a smile. Gwen moved to the suite's bathroom, and Peter took a quick shower in the second one. Money might not buy happiness, Peter decided, but it could definitely buy convenience.
He was already sitting on the bed with only a towel around his waist, a sensual music playing in the background, when the lights dimmed. He raised his head in time to see Gwen stepping out of the bedroom, the view mystique. A few seconds passed in silence. Too silent, he noticed a while later, realizing that he had forgotten to breathe as he tried to devour the sight in front of him. Gwen stood in front of the bed, wearing nothing but a smile, her beauty magical under the cover of the flickering lights.
"Are you ready, Peter," she whispered. Peter just nodded, his tongue tied as he tried the process Gwen's naked glory. She stepped forward, trying to look confident, though Peter could see a bit of tremble, signaling that she was feeling jittery for their first time. Still, he didn't have much time considering that, as Gwen stepped on the bed, crawled towards him on her knees, and pulled the towel off with a hungry move. "Oh, my," she murmured as her gaze fell onto his shaft, rapidly growing thanks to her presence. And growing, and growing… "Is it supposed to be that big," she murmured in shock as she absentmindedly grabbed the base, her fingers not connecting.
Peter chuckled. "Let's just say I'm a lucky man in more than one way."
"I see," Gwen said, dragging her fingers on his shaft with a slightly dazed look. Apparently, Liz was right on that topic, he realized, barely holding back a chuckle. Every woman was a size queen.
"Why don't you give me a kiss," Peter said, calling her closer. She climbed into his lap, close enough that his shaft was pressing against her stomach, then their lips were connected in a lingering kiss. It didn't take long before Gwen's hand found his shaft, slowly exploring its expanse even as their kiss deepened even further. Peter had to admit, it was a much better kiss than the one he shared with Liz. It wasn't that Liz was unskilled. From a technical viewpoint, she was a much better kisser than Gwen, but with Gwen, there was an undeniable connection, amplifying the pleasure granted by her awkward attempts to dominate the kiss. The one he shared with Liz was pure passion. Enjoyable without a doubt, but pale against the avalanche of emotion Gwen's lips triggered.
The kiss lingered, so does her soft attention. Soon, her hips started moving, adding her core to the massage she was delivering across his length, slowly building up his desire, begging him to push her down and have his way with her like he did with Liz. But he held himself back, smart enough to realize that Liz and Gwen were different with the type of attention they required. So, instead of flipping her aggressively into a position conducive for rapid penetration, he wrapped his arms around her until she was in his tight envelope, then slowly turned, like they were engaged in a dance of tango. In a way, they were, wrapped in the purest version of the erotic dance.
Then, Peter pulled back, examining the view. He let his eyes devour the picture, the ruby color of the rose petals clashing with her pale skin, the light soft enough for a dream. He examined her long, smooth legs, kept in shape with hours of exercise, her untouched core glistening with anticipation, her globes rising repeatedly with aroused breathing. "You're beautiful," he murmured as he drank the beauty that lay in front of him. She looked at him with desire in her eyes, overcome with emotion, unable to utter a word.
Peter leaned forward once more until his lips hovering above hers. This time, however, instead of delving deeper into the kiss, he let his lips touch hers in a glancing caress before moving down, leaving the ghost of a touch on her chin, tracing the path her delicate neck outlined. His tongue darted out when he was hovering above her breasts, and started drawing a spiral, from fire, if her sudden moans were any indicator, starting from the border, invading her territory layer by layer until her nipple was between his teeth. He squeezed softly, earning a shocked gasp of her.
"Peter, that feels amazing," she moaned, informing him that he was on the right path. Technically, it wasn't needed, his power providing him with a real-time report, but such an enthusiastic confirmation never hurt.
His lips continued their journey, traversing her flat stomach, the skin burning with desire under his touch, and reached her perfectly shaped folds. His tongue involved in the massage once more, he drew the edges with lingering kisses, then his tongue started circling her most sensitive spot. Her cries rose in response. For a moment, Peter thought about slowing down until he made her beg for her release, but then he decided otherwise, as he had pushed her enough for last two days, and she deserved a reward. He quickened his beatings, and soon, Gwen was enjoying her orgasm, her legs trying to squeeze his torso hard enough to make him glad for his increased resistance.
"Did you enjoy your appetizer," Peter said as he climbed up again, caressing her hair gently as she tried to recover herself from the earlier exertion.
"It was amazing," she murmured, then stopped with an expression of shock on her face. "That was just an appetizer? But… It felt…" Peter let her explanation die out as he let his hands a free access to her body, teasing as appropriate in order to arouse her from her daze. Soon his fingers found her core, softly probing her entrance while checking to see if she had any objection.
She had not, not when she was busy fending the effects of his lips as they explored her neck in detail. "Of course, that was just an appetizer, my blond witch," he said, pulling back, only to catch her sight with his eyes. "Are you ready for the main event?"
Peter would have been disappointed if he had expected any fear or doubt in her part, but since he wasn't, he rewarded her with another smoldering kiss as he took a position above her, aligning his shaft with her entrance. For a moment, he was struck with the ridiculous romanticism of the moment, in a luxurious honeymoon suite, on a bed covered with rose petals, their lips locked in a sensitive kiss, and he was about to take her first time in a missionary position. A huge gap with his initial plan, which was making her angry and jealous enough that she fucked him in the park just to prove a point. Different, but definitely superior, if only he hadn't revealed his identity in the process as well…
He felt Gwen's legs settling around his waist, her fingers raking his back. "Hurry up, my spider," she moaned. "Don't keep me waiting." Peter decided to follow her advice, after all, she deserved more than his full attention at the moment, burning under him like a horny angel which looked forward to her fall from grace.
"Hold tight," Peter whispered and captured her lips as he started to slid inside her, extremely tight despite the teasing she received earlier. He didn't hurry up, knowing it wouldn't be welcome on their first night. It wasn't a bother since he had many other nights to properly educate her about rougher, passion-filled side of sex. This one was just a beginning.
Gwen gasped in a moment's pain, and Peter's waist stopped as he focused solely on the kiss instead. It took a while for her to properly adapt his girth, a moment he leveraged to properly stain her lips and cover her breasts with his mark. Then, she pulled off the kiss, nodding with a strained smile. Peter started pushing, her strained moans the best music he had ever heard. Minutes passed, as more and more of his shaft started disappearing inside, his pace picking up. Gwen's moans mirrored his rhythm, ringing louder and louder under his assault.
Peter could sense another climax was just around the corner, so he pulled out of the kiss. "Gwendolyne Stacy," he said with a serious tone. "You are mine!"
"I am yours, Peter Parker," she whispered back in a voice drowned in pleasure. "I'm yours!" she repeated, this time mixing into cries as the orgasm finally hit her, leaving her exhausted in its aftermath. "I love you, Peter," she murmured, as her arms squeezed around him, though Peter could feel the exhaustion in her body, evidenced by her eyes closing, followed by a soft, unconscious breathing.
"Damn it," Peter murmured, realizing the boost he received to his stamina and his sexual prowess had a drawback, one impossible to complain to other people, not without coming as a braggart, at least. Still, it didn't change the fact that once again, he was overcharged with no release while his partner was collapsed in exhaustion.
He decided to take a patrol, as there was no way he could ever fall asleep with her naked body pressing next to his, and he was sure that she wouldn't wake up, not after all the adrenaline and revelations she had experienced.
His mind turned to her last whisper as he swung between the buildings of New York. Her whisper, proclaiming love and devotion. It raised an interesting question, did he love her back. A few days ago, he would say yes, but the last few days allowed him to develop another perspective, making him question whether what he was feeling love or just lust. He wanted her next to him, not just for his bed, but other parts of his life as well. However, he still wanted to make Liz squeal under him with a merciless fucking. Moreover, he could too easily imagine himself in a huge bed, filled to the brim with naked women, some known, some faceless. What did it say for the intensity of his feelings if he could imagine himself with other women this easily?
It wasn't the kind of emotional angst he was expecting to find himself after he had finally managed to seduce Gwen. Which was why he was actually glad when he heard the gunshots ringing on the rooftops. He changed his direction, and a few seconds later, he was watching an interesting sight. Four gunmen with automatic weapons were attacking a very familiar figure, Black Cat, covering behind a pile of broken bricks, trying to avoid the gunfire, waiting for an opening to escape. One she didn't look like she was about to get, as the men attacking to her was true professionals, reloading in turn and pacing themselves, not giving Black Cat the opening she needed.
"Come out if you don't want to die," one of the gunmen shouted. "You've done a big mistake crossing Kingpin, but he's not without mercy. He'll come with a way to compensate his losses that don't require your death." From the creepy smile on his face, Peter imagined none of those ways would be fun for her, and her expression told him that she was perfectly aware of it as well. But she was still considering it, after all, death was final, and whatever twisted scheme Kingpin had come up with, was not.
Peter had no intention of allowing such a despicable event to occur. Not only he had shared an interesting rivalry with her, which qualified her as a friend, but also, he had no intention of allowing Kingpin to acquire a pawn as skilled as her. He was enough trouble with his incompetent henchmen. Not to mention that such a beauty would be wasted in the hands of a bumbling fatso.
He decided it was a good opportunity to test his new web-grenade, and swung one to the center of the group. The way their eyes grew as the grenade tumbled on the middle indicated surprise. Even more interestingly, the way they threw themselves on the ground, feet aligned towards the grenade told him that they were ex-military, likely special forces. Only training would bring such an instinctual response against the imminent threat. Just another evidence of Kingpin's dirty reach.
It was fun to watch their expression shift into elation after the grenade went off, only to cover them in a cover of webbing instead of filling them with heated pieces of sharapnel. A distinct aroma spreading from them told him that the fear of death managed to overcome their bodily control. An enhanced sense of smell wasn't always a bonus. "Don't forget to use the bathroom before trying to kill people, guys, it's just rude," he quipped as he swung on the opening, happy that his new invention was mostly a success. He needed to tweak a bit of course, mostly the blast radius and consistency, but still, a promising result for the first attempt.
"Thanks, Spider," Black Cat said as she stepped out of her cover, an unsettled expression on her face, a situation that she was trying to make light with her words. "I could have handled them, of course, but still, thanks for the help." Peter knew that she was trying to play off the situation, but he didn't call her on that. Criminal as she was, the skin-tight leather suit she was wearing, complete with the deep cleavage went a long way toward earning points in his horny state. Especially since he had noticed that her cleavage hadn't been that deep while she was under the assault, meaning it was a beauty present just for his eyes. "How could I repay you," she added, deliberately leaning towards to expose her cleavage even further.
Normally, Peter would have blown her off, but it seemed like an especially annoying prospect, with his arousal at a peak after being blue-balled -for a very loose interpretation of it, considering the girls fell unconscious under his assault- in two nights in a row. Two nights that he spent without a release after full-blown sex. He decided to take her on her offer. But he was going to deliver it his own way. She had been teasing him for months. He was curious how she was going to react to her own medicine.
Without saying anything, he created another web to swing, dashed towards her, and wrapped his arm around his waist, pressing her body tight on his, and jumped. "Oh my, how forward of you," she whispered directly into his ear, her tone most seductive ever. Then, she tried to caress his stomach, only to hit a very familiar presence. "Is this for me, Spider, how thoughtful," she gasped. Peter knew that she was normally more conservative with her flirting, but the near-death experience, combined with his forward behavior, had made her more forward.
Peter said nothing until they arrived another rooftop, one that couldn't be seen from the surrounding buildings, a fact that Black Cat realized as well. "You're quite interesting tonight, Spider. Did something interesting happened?" she whispered as she took a few steps away from him, her leather-clad ass bouncing with her every step, too provoking to be nothing but intentional.
Peter said nothing but sent four streams of web towards her, one for each limb. Surprised with the sudden turn of events, she was unable to react, and soon, she was immobilized, her arms and legs parted eagle, ready to serve his desires.
Author notes: Here is another chapter. Hope everyone enjoyed it. And just a reminder, you can find my original work in my P/at/reon page, Dirk Grey. And comments are always welcome, be it negative or positive.