Carol Danvers couldn't help but feel her cheeks flush when Spider-Man brought up her crush on him. She had been trying to hide it for so long, but the web-slinger had a way of getting under her skin.
"I mean, come on, Carol," he said, grinning beneath his mask. "It's pretty obvious. You can't stop staring at me whenever I'm around."
Carol crossed her arms over her chest, trying to play it cool. "I do not," she protested.
Spider-Man just laughed. "Yeah, okay. Keep telling yourself that."
Carol rolled her eyes, but she couldn't deny the flutter in her chest. He was strong, brave, and incredibly charming. And now, it seemed like he knew about her crush.
She tried to change the subject, but Spider-Man kept bringing it up, teasing her mercilessly. Carol could feel herself getting more and more worked up, her heart racing and her breath coming in short gasps.
Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. She lunged at Spider-Man, her hands balled into fists. "Fine, I admit it!" she shouted. "I have a crush on you, okay? Are you happy now?"
Spider-Man caught her wrists, pulling her close. "Oh, I'm more than happy, Carol," he said, his voice low and husky. "In fact, I've been wanting to do this for a long time."
Before Carol could react, Spider-Man leaned in and kissed her. It was a deep, passionate kiss, and Carol felt herself melting into it. She had never been kissed like this before, and she couldn't get enough.
She let out a soft moan as Spider-Man's tongue explored her mouth, tangling with hers. She could feel his hands on her body, touching her in all the right places. She gasped as he squeezed her ass, pulling her closer.
Spider-Man broke the kiss, grinning at her. "I've wanted to do that for so long," he said.
Carol blushed, looking down at the ground. "I-I've wanted you to do that for a long time too," she admitted.
Spider-Man chuckled, pulling her close again. "Good," he said. "Because I'm not done with you yet."
He started to undress her, his fingers deftly unfastening her costume and sliding it off her shoulders. Carol stood there, her breath coming in short gasps as she watched him. She had never felt so vulnerable, so exposed. But at the same time, she had never felt so alive.
Spider-Man pulled her close, his hands roaming over her body. He cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples until they were hard and sensitive. Carol moaned, arching her back as he pinched and twisted them.
"You like that, don't you, Carol?" Spider-Man whispered in her ear.
Carol nodded, unable to speak. She was beyond words, beyond thought. All she could feel was the pleasure coursing through her veins, the heat building between her legs.
Spider-Man kissed her again, his lips hot and demanding. He pushed her down onto the bed, his body covering hers. Carol could feel his hard cock pressing against her, and she moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist.
Spider-Man started to grind against her, his hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm. Carol could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
Suddenly, Spider-Man stopped. He looked down at her, his eyes dark and intense. "You're mine, Carol," he said, his voice low and commanding.
Carol nodded, unable to speak. She was his, completely and utterly. She would do anything he asked, anything he wanted.
Spider-Man smirked, his hand coming down hard on her ass. Carol yelped, her body jerking with the impact. She had never been spanked before, and the sensation was both shocking and incredibly arousing.
Spider-Man spanked her again, his hand coming down in a steady rhythm. Carol could feel herself getting wetter and wetter, her body trembling with pleasure. She had never felt so turned on, so alive.
Spider-Man stopped spanking her, his hand moving between her legs. He stroked her clit, his fingers teasing and tantalizing. Carol moaned, her body bucking with pleasure. She was so close, so close.
Spider-Man pulled his hand away, grinning at her. "Not yet, Carol," he said. "I want to make this last."
He leaned down, his mouth closing over her nipple. He sucked and bit, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. Carol moaned, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. Spider-Man moved to her other nipple, giving it the same treatment.
"Peter," she moaned, her voice husky with desire. "Please, I need you."
He smirked, enjoying the way she begged for him. He leaned down and bit her neck, hard enough to leave a mark but not hard enough to hurt her. She gasped, her back arching off the bed as she tried to get closer to him.
He ran his free hand down her body, feeling the curve of her waist and the flare of her hips. He stroked the soft skin of her thighs. She squirmed beneath him, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
He knew she was wet, knew she was ready for him. But he wanted to tease her, to make her beg for it. He spanked her again, hard, the sound echoing through the room. She cried out, her hips bucking up off the bed as she tried to get away from the stinging pain.
But he didn't let her go. Instead, he spanked her again, and again, until her ass was red and sore. She was writhing beneath him, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she begged him to stop. But he knew she didn't really want him to stop. She loved the way he made her feel, loved the way he pushed her to the edge and then pulled her back.
He finally relented, his hand gentle as he stroked her burning skin. She sighed, relaxing beneath him as he trailed kisses down her body, stopping to nip at her hard nipples.
She was beautiful, her skin flushed with desire, her nipples hard and pink. He leaned down and took one in his mouth, sucking hard as she moaned and writhed beneath him.
He moved lower, his tongue tracing a path down her stomach and between her legs. She was wet, so wet that he could feel it even through his Spider-Man suit. He slipped a finger inside her, feeling her tight walls clench around him as he stroked her from the inside.
She was moaning, her hips bucking up off the bed as she tried to get closer to him. He added a second finger, fucking her roughly as he licked and sucked at her clit. She was close, so close that he could feel her starting to tremble.
He pulled his fingers out of her, replacing them with his cock. She cried out as he entered her, her walls tight and hot around him. He started to move, fucking her roughly as she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him deeper inside her.
He was lost in her, lost in the feel of her body beneath him, the sound of her moans and cries as he fucked her harder and harder. He could feel himself getting close, could feel the familiar tension building in his balls.
He reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back as he thrust into her one last time. He came hard, his cock twitching inside her as he filled her with his seed.
She was still moaning, her body trembling as she came with him. He collapsed on top of her, his heart racing as he tried to catch his breath.
They lay there for a long moment, their bodies slick with sweat and cum. He knew they would need to clean up, to get dressed and face the world again. But for now, they were content to stay just like this, wrapped up in each other as they basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking.