Ms Marvel wiped from the sweat from her brow as she caught her breath. That had been an intense mission. She leant forwards, hands on her knees as she panted to catch her breath.
She jumped as she felt a hand smack her rear. Kamala turned bright red and turned to face Miles who was grinning from ear to ear. He had taken off his mask so she could see the glee on his face.
"Couldn't resist," he shrugged cheekily. She scowled. "Oh come on," he said, lightly touching her shoulder. She turned away, still sulking. Both his hands were on her shoulders now, rubbing gently. "Don't pretend you didn't like it, Kamala," he teased. "Go away," she hissed.
Then she gasped as he reached round and grabbed her breasts, rubbing them through her costume. "Miles!" She yelped, squirming in his grasp. She heard him laugh.
"You know you want it, Kamala," he whispered in her ear. She could feel his breath on her neck, sending shivers down her spine. His hands were still on her breasts, kneading them gently. "Stop it, Miles," she moaned, but there was no conviction in her voice.
She turned to face him, looking into his eyes. They were full of desire and lust. She felt her own desire grow as she looked into them. Without thinking, she leaned in and kissed him.
He responded eagerly, his tongue exploring her mouth. His hands were still on her breasts, but now they were squeezing them roughly. She moaned into his mouth as he pinched her nipples through her costume.
He broke the kiss, looking down at her. "Take off your costume," he ordered. She hesitated for a moment, but then she reached down and started to unzip her costume. She shrugged it off, letting it fall to the ground.
She was now standing in front of him in just her underwear. He looked her up and down, his eyes devouring her body. "You're so fucking hot, Kamala," he growled.
He reached out and grabbed her, pulling her close. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her stomach. He ground his hips against her, making her moan.
He reached down and grabbed her ass, lifting her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding her pussy against his cock. He carried her over to the wall, pressing her up against it.
He reached down and started to finger her through her underwear. She moaned as he rubbed her clit, her hips bucking against his hand. He slipped a finger inside her, making her gasp.
He started to finger her roughly, his fingers fucking her hard and fast. She moaned, her head thrown back against the wall. She could feel herself getting close to orgasm.
He pulled his fingers out of her, making her whimper. He reached up and grabbed her wrists, pulling them above her head. He tied them together with the sash from her costume, leaving her helpless against the wall.
He reached down and pulled her underwear aside, exposing her pussy. He grinned as he looked at it, then he leaned in and started to lick her. She moaned as his tongue flicked against her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body.
He started to eat her out roughly, his tongue fucking her pussy. She moaned, her hips bucking against his mouth. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to orgasm.
Then she gasped as he stood up and pushed his cock inside her. She moaned as he started to fuck her, his hips thrusting roughly against hers. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to orgasm.
He reached up and grabbed her wrists, holding them above her head as he fucked her. She moaned, her head thrown back against the wall. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to orgasm.
Then she gasped as she came, her orgasm ripping through her body. She moaned, her hips bucking against his. He groaned as he felt her pussy tighten around his cock, then he came as well, his cum filling her pussy.
He pulled out of her, leaving her gasping for breath against the wall. He grinned as he looked at her, then he reached down and untied her wrists. "You're amazing, Kamala," he whispered in her ear. She smiled, her body still tingling from the orgasm.