Her turn
Peter breathed heavily as he recovered from the force of his orgasm. He looked back down at MJ who was still on her knees in front of him. After what she had just done for him, he was eager to return the favour. He reached down to help her to her feet before spinning them around and pushing her onto the couch.
If he used a touch more force than necessary, MJ not going to complain. A Peter Parker that could talk charge came with all sorts of interesting possibilities. Peter’s hands reached for the hem of her shirt and, after a brief moment of hesitation, he lifted the garment up and over her head, leaving her with only a bra to protect her modesty… for all of ten-twenty seconds.
Peter flipped her around so that she was lying, face down on the couch and she grinned into the cushion. What was he planning? She would have laughed if she could have seen inside his head as Peter did not have any fantasies about being dominant or anything like that in that moment; he simply wanted to be able to see her bra fastenings.
He’s heard too many jokes about guys struggling with a lady’s underthing’s in sitcoms and knew that he would have a better chance with it if he could actually see the damn thing.
He straddled her and, after a couple of seconds of awkward fumbling, he managed to unclasp it without embarrassing himself too badly and he couldn’t help but smile proudly.
MJ was about to say something when she felt his lips press against the top of her spine and all thought of speech escaped her. He kissed her skin again and then his hands descended to her shoulders, fingers and thumbs kneading into her and she groaned into the couch cushions as the massage increased in intensity.
“Does this feel good?” he whispered, echoing her words. All she could do was grunt wordlessly and nod her head up and down, really leaning into the massage. Finally, she managed to force out “Don’t ever stop.”
Peter laughed. “I might occasionally require meal and bathroom breaks.”
Still straddling her, his hands moved further northward until his fingers were entangled in her thick hair. She sighed in contentment as he massaged her scalp.
He leaned forward until he was almost lying on top of her. He kissed the space where her shoulders met her neck, his teeth grazing the skin, and he sucked just hard enough to leave a small mark.
“Do you want to turn over?” he asked, suddenly feeling a little nervous. He had undone her bra, but she was lying on her front, and he had not really seen anything yet. She raised herself up and shrugged her unclasped bra to the floor and turned around to face him. Peter found himself incapable of speech. She had to laugh at his dumbfounded expression. “What?” she asked coyly.
He reached deep inside himself and found his voice. “You’re beautiful.”
He reached for her and lowered his head until his lips captured her left nipple.
“Oh… ok-aaay,” she breathed. Suddenly, as his tongue flicked over the bud, her back arched and she found herself clutching at the back of his head, desperately trying to pull him lower. Slowly, his lips began to move across her chest, sucking, leaving a trail of marks until he reached her right breast. He repeated his previous actions there and, judging by the increasingly heavy breathy sounds she was making, he had to assume that he was doing something right.
His hands reached up and he kneaded her breasts, as he continued to suck on her nipples, alternating between the left and right. The combined motions making her start to toss back and forth. MJ was moving her hips against his body now, rocking against the leg that he had wedged between her thighs. His dick was starting to come back to life, but he put aside thoughts of his own pleasure. This was all about her.
As she writhed on the couch, he raised himself up and looked down at her. The nipples were glistening with his saliva, hard and pointed right up at the ceiling.
Making sure to keep his hands on her breasts, Peter began to move his kisses further downward, briefly pausing to kiss directly over her bellybutton. He dug his tongue in a little which produced a squeal from her before he continued his journey south.
He placed a small kiss on the front of her jeans, just over the zipper.
Peter looked up at her. “Is this okay?” he asked gently. Her throat was too dry with excitement to permit speech. She just nodded, hoping he would take the hint and get her damn pants off.
Which he did.
He undid her front buttons, pulled down the zipper, tucked his thumbs underneath the waistband, and pulled down. It was not until he got them down part the way that he realised he had put his thumbs behind her panties and had pulled them down along with her jeans. Given that it clearly did not bother MJ, Peter decided that it did not bother him, and he pulled off her jeans and panties both, leaving her completely naked. If seeing her topless had stunned him, seeing her in the nude left Peter feeling like he had been slugged in the face by Thor.
She was perfect.
She was perfect and he wanted this to be perfect and he was worried that he might goof up in some way. “I… I haven’t done this before, so I don’t know if I –”
“Peter,” she interrupted, “Put your fucking tongue inside me.”
Peter settled himself in between her legs and placed a kiss on one of her thighs. He kissed his way up her leg, teasing her with his tongue. MJ was practically sobbing, and she spread her legs to grant him easier access, too turned on to be feeling anything as silly as shyness. Her insides were on fire and there was only one way to quench it.
Peter looked between her spread legs. The black hair thinned between her legs to just wisps around labia that were as dark as her nipples. A small bit of pink peeked out from deep inside and moisture was all around in the form of little drops of dew at the edges and matted hair closer in. Peter leant in and kissed the top of her mound and then started licking around where her thighs and body met. Moving his mouth around her outer labia he enjoyed the scent of her, the juices that were leaking down towards her butt and the way her body rubbed against him as she rocked her hips.
The sensation of his mouth massaging her outer lips was as different from her fingers as night and day. She wanted to feel his tongue deeper, feel it parting her lips, feel it penetrating her.
“Please, Peter, more…” He thighs wrapped around his head tightly, as though trying to pull him into her. Peter placed his mouth on the dark lips of this woman and felt MJ reach down to squeeze his hand tightly. He kissed up and down slowly. Trying something, he flicked his tongue between the labia quickly. Wow. Wow. He licked again a little deeper. The taste was something he could have never guessed. A mixture of sour and sweet that was incredibly intense. The grip MJ’s thighs had on his head was growing stronger as his tongue moved.
So, this was what his MJ tasted like.
He moved his mouth completely against the opening. In the movies of this that he had seen, everything seemed really easy, but now that he was there, actually in between someone's legs, Peter could not see a thing. Having no idea exactly where his mouth was in relation to her, he just did the best he could.
With his mouth pressed against MJ, his tongue moved up and down in some very wet and soft area. He moved down towards where he remembered the pink colour and could feel MJ’s wetness entering his mouth, mingling with his own saliva. As he pushed his tongue inward, it felt like MJ was about to squeeze his head off.
Peter moved towards where he believed her tunnel to be, keeping his tongue moving. MJ was moaning now beneath him, just saying his name, almost chanting it. He kept his tongue moving.
If he could make her feel like that, he never wanted to stop.
Peter slid his arms under her thighs and pushed her up so that her core was upwards towards the ceiling and then he reached up so that his hands were full of her breasts. Playing roughly with her nipples, he sucked the outer labia of her lips into his mouth and nibbled gently before moving his mouth up to her clitoris and sucked the little bud into his mouth. MJ went wild beneath him, thrashing and crying out his name.
As he sucked hard MJ screamed and something in her broke. Waves of sensation whipped over her, heightening to peaks she’d never thought possible. When he bit down gently on the sensitive nub, his fingers still tugging at her nipples, she sobbed with the incredible stimulation as waves of ecstasy crashed over her, pounding at her body. She rode them out until she gasped and lay quiescent, Peter’s tongue lapping at the juices that had spilled from her.
But he was not quite finished.
Taking one hand from her breast, he brought it down and slid two fingers into her soaked hole. MJ gasped as she felt the penetration, her eyes flying open with shock as she stared down her body to see Peter still focused on her wet folds. Peter pumped his fingers gently back and forth, careful not to go too deep. He tried to imagine what it would feel like to have his dick encased in this warm, wet tunnel and, despite his own recent orgasm, the though almost made him fully hard again.
Gently rubbing his fingers inside her, he continued to lick and suck at her flesh around the hole he was penetrating. MJ’s hips began to move again, following the pumping rhythm of his fingers.
“God Peter… oh my god that feel so good…”
She writhed, her thighs tightening around him as an entirely new sensation began to build deep inside of her, a more powerful orgasm than the one she’d already experienced.
The first time he felt her close around his fingers, he was shocked, he hadn’t known she could do that! It seemed to feel good for her though because she kept doing it as he rubbed. Her movements got faster and faster against him, and he started sucking on her clitoris again. The two different kinds of simulation had MJ going off the wall with pleasure.
When she came, it was the hardest she ever had, absolutely screaming as the rapture overwhelmed her. Her body rocked as she rode out the entire intense orgasm, her fingers entwined in Peter’s hair as he finished her off, thoroughly enjoying watching her come apart for him.
Slowly her body began to relax again, nerve endings tingling as her breathing returned to normal. Peter withdrew his fingers from her, making her moan a little.
“Don’t touch me… everything’s tingling… I don’t think I could take it… I’ll need a moment before you…” She realised what she was about to say, paused herself and glanced down at him and his… obvious, growing interest.
She realised that she might have to do something about that.