[Third Person Pov]
Peter let out a long, theatrical groan as he collapsed onto Gwen’s bed, sprawling out like he’d just fought an entire army of villains. His arms stretched wide across the mattress, legs dangling off the edge. “Ughhh… What a long day,” he muttered, voice muffled against the pillow. The scent of her lavender shampoo clung to the sheets, instantly soothing some of the tension in his shoulders.
Gwen leaned back against her closed bedroom door, arms crossed under her chest, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. She wore a soft, cropped sweater that hugged her torso and left a tantalizing strip of smooth, pale skin exposed above her low-slung pants. The dim lamplight cast a warm glow across her features, highlighting the mischievous sparkle in her blue eyes.
“Oh?” she purred, tilting her head. “Does that mean you’re tired? Perhaps too tired for the special late-night plans I had prepared for us…”
Peter’s exhaustion vanished in an instant. He pushed himself up onto one elbow, his messy brown hair falling into his eyes as he grinned at her. “Oh baby, never that. I would never be too tired to satisfy my lovely queen.” His voice dropped into that warm, adoring tone he reserved only for her—the one that always made her heart flutter.
Satisfied with his answer, Gwen sauntered over, her hips swaying with deliberate grace. She climbed onto the bed and straddled his waist, settling her weight against him. The heat of her body pressed down through the thin fabric separating them. “Good,” she whispered, leaning forward so her hair curtained around their faces. “Because tonight, Peter… I’m going to completely rock your world.”
“I’m already liking where this is going…” Peter murmured, sitting up straighter. His large hands slid naturally to her exposed waist, thumbs tracing slow circles over her soft, warm skin. He could feel the subtle shiver that ran through her at his touch.
Gwen’s smile turned sultry. “Oh Peter, baby… trust me. You haven’t seen anything yet.” Her voice was low and velvet-smooth. She dragged her nails gently along his jawline, then down the side of his neck, watching with satisfaction as his pulse jumped beneath her fingertips.
“After all… you’ve been such a good boy recently~” she whispered huskily against his ear.
Peter made a strangled, surprised noise in the back of his throat at the praise. Gwen giggled softly, the sound light and affectionate, before capturing his lips in a deep, lingering kiss. Her mouth moved against his with practiced hunger, tasting the faint salt of his skin and the lingering sweetness of the soda he’d had earlier.
Her hands slipped beneath the hem of his t-shirt, palms gliding over the hard ridges of his abs. She explored every defined line, feeling the way his muscles tensed and relaxed under her touch. With a swift tug, she pulled the shirt up and over his head, tossing it aside. “Yummy~” she teased seductively, licking her lips as her gaze roamed hungrily over his sculpted chest and shoulders.
Peter chuckled, the sound low and warm. “Says the one carrying all that cake.” His hands boldly slid down to squeeze her ass possessively, fingers digging into the soft, full curves with just the right amount of pressure.
“Ahhh~!” Gwen moaned, the sound louder and needier than she’d intended. Her hips jerked forward involuntarily at the firm grip.
Peter raised an eyebrow, a cocky smirk spreading across his face. “Well, someone’s clearly feeling sensitive and eager tonight.”
Rather than deny it, Gwen leaned in and began kissing along his neck, her breath hot against his skin. She nipped at his earlobe, sending a visible shiver racing down his spine. “More than you could possibly know,” she breathed. Her hips started a slow, deliberate grind against the growing bulge in his pants, drawing a low groan from deep in his chest.
She guided his left hand back to her ass, keeping it there. “Nightstand,” she panted softly. “Second drawer.”
Peter glanced over in mild confusion, but with his right hand, he flicked his wrist, shooting a thin strand of webbing that yanked the drawer open. His eyes widened comically as he spotted the contents. Another quick web-shot pulled out a sleek bottle of lube. He held it up between them, jaw literally hanging open in shock.
Gwen burst into soft giggles at his expression. She reached up and gently closed his mouth with her fingers, only for it to drop open again. Her laughter grew louder, bright and full of affection.
“Remember at the beach?” she asked, still smiling that sultry, knowing smile. One manicured nail traced slowly down her own sternum, drawing his eyes along with it. “When we were playing volleyball? Well… let’s just say I’m a woman of my word.”
She returned to kissing his neck and shoulders, her lips soft and insistent. “Not to mention you’ve been very good to me lately. So I want to be very good to you too~”
“Gulp” Peter said, the sound comically loud. Gwen laughed again and cupped his face in both hands, peppering his lips with a flurry of sweet, teasing pecks.
“There’s one more thing…” she said, pulling back. She gracefully slid off his lap and stood before him, confidence radiating from every movement.
With deliberate slowness, she unhooked the button of her pants and dragged the zipper down, the metallic sound cutting through the charged silence. Her eyebrows rose suggestively as she turned around, giving him her back. She gathered her long blonde hair and lifted it high on her head, exposing the elegant line of her neck and shoulders. Glancing back at him over one shoulder, she whispered, “Go on, Peter… Do the honors.”
Peter swallowed hard again, feeling like a kid on Christmas morning staring at the biggest present under the tree. His hands trembled slightly with excitement as he reached forward and hooked his fingers into the waistband of her pants. He began sliding them down her hips with reverent care. Gwen helped by swaying her hips side to side in a slow, hypnotic rhythm, the fabric gliding down her smooth thighs until it pooled at her ankles.
Peter blinked slowly, his brain short-circuiting as Gwen stood before him in delicate purple lingerie. The sheer, lacy fabric hugged her body like a second skin, accentuating every curve—the swell of her breasts, the narrow dip of her waist, and the generous flare of her hips. The color looked stunning against her fair skin, glowing softly in the warm lamplight.
“The lingerie isn’t the show, Peter babe,” Gwen said with a coy smile. She kicked her pants aside with one foot, still holding most of her long blonde hair up with one hand. Her other hand reached behind her, boldly pulling one firm cheek aside as she shifted her stance, legs slightly parted.
Peter’s eyes widened. She was visibly wet—her arousal glistening on her inner thighs, a slick trail slowly running down her smooth skin. But that wasn’t what stole his breath. Nestled between her cheeks, catching the light with every tiny movement, was a bright, sparkling crystal butt plug, firmly wedged inside her tightest hole.
A hand flew up to cover his mouth as he stared in pure disbelief. An involuntary, high-pitched noise escaped him—half squeak, half whimper.
Gwen glanced back over her shoulder, catching his stunned expression, and let out a soft, amused chuckle. “Like what you see?”
“Mmhmm,” Peter nodded rapidly, his voice still comically high-pitched.
“Gwen, honey, baby…” he started cautiously, eyes still glued to the glittering crystal. “Be honest with me. Did you have that in all day today?”
Gwen released her cheeks and let her hair fall, a faint blush creeping across her cheeks. She turned slightly toward him, suddenly looking a little shy. “Maybe… The reason I took so long getting ready was because I had to do research and… prepare myself properly.”
Peter’s lips trembled behind his hand. “Yeah, I get that part, but what I really want to know is—”
“Please,” Gwen pleaded, her voice small and embarrassed. “I beg of you, don’t ask.”
The dam broke. Peter burst into genuine, wheezing laughter, doubling over and clutching his stomach as tears of mirth gathered in his eyes. He tried to stop, but every time he looked at her blushing face, another wave hit him.
“You’re killing my mood, Pete!” Gwen protested, crossing her arms under her breasts and shooting him a half-hearted glare, though the corners of her mouth twitched with reluctant amusement.
“I’m sorry— I’m sorry!” Peter gasped between laughs, wiping his eyes. He finally straightened up and closed the distance, wrapping his strong arms around her waist from behind and pulling her back against his chest. “It was just… the mental image was too funny.”
He pressed soft, apologetic kisses along the side of her neck, deliberately sucking little marks into her skin that would bloom into hickeys by morning. Gwen’s breath hitched, growing heavier as she tilted her head to give him better access, one hand reaching up to cradle the back of his head.
“You better be sorry,” she murmured, though her voice had already gone breathy. “I worked really hard to get everything ready… and you almost ruined the moment.”
“Oh baby, there’s no way I’m letting such a beautiful, perfect mood get ruined,” Peter whispered huskily against her ear. His hands began to roam—slow, sensual strokes up and down her body, savoring the contrast between the delicate lace and her warm, smooth skin.
He kissed the sensitive spot at the back of her neck, making her bite her lip hard. One of his hands dipped lower, sliding past the waistband of her purple panties and into her soaked slit. His fingers found her slick folds and immediately sought out her swollen clit, rubbing slow, firm circles. At the same time, his other hand slipped up under her cropped sweater, pushing beneath her bra to cup and squeeze one of her breasts roughly, rolling the stiff nipple between his fingers.
“Ugh—!” Gwen groaned breathlessly, her hips bucking forward into his hand as pleasure sparked through her. “Fuck…”
Peter’s fingers moved faster, matching the increasing rhythm of her rolling hips as she chased the building sensation. Her panties grew drenched, the slick sounds of his fingers working her echoing softly in the room. Her juices coated his hand and continued to run down her trembling thighs, glistening under the light.
“Don’t stop, Pete— don’t stop,” Gwen moaned desperately, grabbing the hand that was kneading her breast and holding it tighter against her. “I’m so close…”
She threw her head back against his shoulder, body going rigid as the orgasm crashed over her. Waves of intense pleasure rippled through every nerve, her thighs shaking uncontrollably. Her pussy clenched rhythmically around nothing, aching to be filled, while her anus pulsed and tightened hard around the unyielding crystal plug, sending sparks of overwhelming sensation radiating outward. Her entire body trembled in his arms as she rode it out, a broken moan spilling from her lips.
Gwen panted heavily afterward, forehead shiny with a light sheen of sweat. She turned her head just enough to kiss his cheek, her lips soft and grateful. “Good God… that was perfect,” she moaned, still catching her breath. Her eyes sparkled with promise as she looked at him. “And the night is just getting started.”
Peter held her close, his own arousal throbbing insistently against her as he pressed a tender kiss to her temple. The playful laughter from earlier had melted away completely, replaced by raw hunger and deep affection. Whatever she had planned next, he was more than ready to follow her lead.