On her knees
MJ and Peter had been dating for well over a year and, during that time, they had gotten increasingly closer in almost every way.
Almost is the word that’s doing a lot of the heavy lifting here.
To put it bluntly, they were yet to have sex. In fact, they were yet to get anywhere close to having sex. If it had been up to MJ, this wouldn’t have been the case at all. Had it been up to her, they would have gotten that out of the way after the first couple of months.
However, Peter wasn’t ready, and she never pressed him. He said that due to the sheer intensity of everything else in his life, he just wanted to know that their relationship wouldn’t be at that same quick pace. He’d had to grow up so quickly in every other aspect of his life and just wanted to take his time with the parts of his life that were within his control.
MJ respected it even if it meant having to deal with certain… frustrations herself on a somewhat regular basis.
Now, they did talk about it now and then, both to make sure they were on the same page as well as simply talking about things that they may like to do once they started. But that is all it had been until then: talk.
But, one rainy Sunday morning, they were curled up on the couch, under a thick blanket, watching something utterly forgettable on the TV, when he turned to her and kissed her. It was a serious type of kiss, the kind that lingers and promises something more.
“Is everything okay?” MJ asked gently.
“I know we haven’t…” Peter broke off and looked away for a moment. “Sorry, I know we haven’t… you know… and, well, I think…”
MJ was reasonably certain she knew what he was talking about but was in no mood to make it easy for him after all the waiting she had done. “Yes?”
“Do you think we could talk about us having sex?” Peter blurted, immediately looking mortified. MJ’s eye widened and she grinned at his nervousness. He was so lucky that she found him cute. “I know I’ve been… slow on this. I mean, I knew I loved you from back in Venice and I wanted you from about the same time but I-I just wasn’t ready.”
MJ wanted to tease him but he was clearly so nervous and being so wholly honest that she just couldn’t find it in her to do so. “It’s okay,” she said gently before frowning slightly. “I never wanted to press you but has anything ever happened to you to make you so nervous about this?”
“No, nothing like that,” he said, emphatically shaking his head. “I just, well, you know how I’ve almost died a few… well, a lot of times. I just sometimes find the idea of being that physically vulnerable to be a little uncomfortable. But I love you and, more importantly, I trust you, and I think I’m in a place where we can talk about… you know. Sorry, I know I’m really bad at this.”
MJ kissed him gently. “I get it,” she said kindly. “So…” she said, dragging the word out a bit more than its single syllable, “Are you thinking now?”
He smiled a little shakily. “Y-yeah,” he said, “I mean, only if you w–” Anything else he was going to say was cut off as she practically tackled him, locking her lips onto his.
MJ straddled him, her fingers getting lost in his hair while he kissed her back, his hands staying locked at his side as though he were unsure as what to do with them.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, “I don’t really know what I’m supposed to be doing.”
“I haven’t done this before either, Pete,” she said, “Just do what feels right.”
“I want to make you feel good,” he said, “What do you want?”
She gripped his hands in hers. “I want you to put your hands on my body.” Her voice was quiet yet thrilling. And then she pulled his hands up towards her, leaving them resting on her chest.
Peter’s hands perfectly cupped her breasts and he squeezed, causing her to release a soft exhale. He squeezed slightly harder as he leant up to explore her mouth with his. As his fingers moved about her, he found himself increasingly away that he was now able to feel MJ’s nipples, erect and pointed through her shirt and bra. “I love you,” he whispered in between kisses.
MJ moved her hand down his body, trailing her fingers over his chest, lower and lower, until she let it rest over the bulge developing under his jeans. She didn’t have to move her hand at all, just it being there was clearly having an effect on him going by the surprised yelp it drew from him.
“Does this feel good?” she asked seriously. All he could do was nod stupidly.
“MJ,” he gasped, “I’m not gonna be able to–”
“Shh,” she cut him off, "Don't worry. I'll take care of you first.” He looked confused. “It’s your first time. I know that you might be worried about you being quick.”
“Oh.” He could feel himself blushing.
She reached for his fly buttons, undoing them, before pulling down the zipper. When his dick sprung free, MJ gasped a little under her breath. It seemed very large, she took it in her hand and wrapped her fingers around it, pumping a little.
Finding the angle awkward, she slid down his body and off the couch, resting down on her knees.
The sight of Michelle Jones on her knees with his dick almost touching her cheek nearly made Peter explode then and there but he held back with a force of supreme effort.
Trying to ignore the sensations between her legs that made her want to concentrate on her own needs, MJ leaned forward and flicked her tongue against the head of his dick. It was a little strange, and she was feeling a little hesitant, but she also liked the way he gasped and shuddered as her tongue licked at him; it gave her an incredible feeling of control.
Peter groaned as MJ finally got up the courage to press her lips at the tip of his dick and slowly open them and sliding down; he couldn't believe how spectacular she looked with her lips sealed tightly around his shaft. With just the head in her mouth, he jerked with sudden sensation as her tongue laved over it, caressing the pee slit and rubbing against the underside of the tip. Ever so slowly her head started to descend, and his grip on her boobs became like suction cups as he kneaded and massaged them in response to the incredible wet sensation of her mouth as it enveloped him. Very lightly her teeth would graze against him, but not at all painfully; his favourite sensation was the way her tongue rippled against him as she allowed him to press farther and farther into her mouth.
"That feels so fucking good," he gasped, and MJ would have grinned at his cursing had her mouth not been full.
"Hmm," she agreed around his cock, trying to move her head faster.
MJ opened her mouth wider and took him deeper. She paused before bobbing her head much faster before spluttering slightly and pulling away for a moment. She took a deep breath and swallowed before diving right back in before Peter could ask if she needed to stop.
Eventually she couldn't take him anymore, her gag reflex just couldn't handle it, and so she wrapped her hand around the part his dick that she couldn't fit into her mouth. Bobbing her head up and down, she found a rhythm with her hand that allowed her to move both at once. Of course the part of him that was in her mouth felt the best, but this was still the most exciting thing that had ever happened to his dick. It felt wonderful, wet and soft and he could feel all of her mouth just moving against him as she bobbed up and down. He wished that he could fit all the way in, but even without that he was incredibly happy.
The sight of MJ on her knees in front of him, her lips wrapped securely around him as she bobbed up and down and her tits jiggled, that in and of itself was enough to start his balls boiling. Moaning loudly, he instinctively lowered his hands to the back of her head. She didn't seem to mind and he let them rest there, feeling her head moving beneath them. MJ made loud, wet slurping sounds as she sucked harder than before, and his legs trembled as she worked her lips along his shaft.
With every stroke she became more and more competent at finding what felt the best, her free hand started to massage his balls gently as she continued to stroke. The unevenness of her inexperienced bobbing just added to the sensations. When she tugged gently on his ball sack he clutched at the back of her harder than ever and groaned loudly. It took every inch of willpower he had to resist the urge to push her head down his shaft but he managed. He loved her and wanted her to do it at her pace.
Smiling at this obvious success, MJ started tugging again, still gently but also a little harder than she had the first time. Peter starting jerking and writhing in the couch as she pushed herself even further onto his dick, trying to ignore her gag reflex.
Thoughtfully, he gasped, "MJ, I'm gonna cum..." To his shock, instead of pulling away, her efforts redoubled.
She wanted to try to swallow his cum!
That was enough to send him into immediate orgasm, her mouth as far down on his dick as she could get it as she frantically continued to bob her head. MJ made a loud gurgling noise and squealed around Peter’s cock as it erupted in her mouth. She continued to suck, and he whimpered as each suck caused a long spurt of cum to squirt into her mouth.
MJ opened her mouth slightly as his limp dick slid out of it and displayed the generous cum load Peter had just deposited there. Then, she tilted her head back and swallowed it all, though her brow furrowed with some disgust and a slight cough as she did so.
“I may need more practice with that,” she said, looking up at him from the floor. “Was I okay?”
"You were incredible." He looked down at her, awed. MJ just smiled shyly back up at him.
“So,” she said carefully, “My turn?”