Toying with the idea of Peter having a sensory overload while you’re fucking. He had been so careful around you, an arms length while his arachnid senses were haywire, promising it was only until he could find a way to handle the surge of emotions that overwhelmed his nervous system. A moment of weakness resulted in the current position, your palms splayed out across Peter’s ridged back as his hips drove into yours, groans rumbling through his heaving chest as you pulled him close, having missed this proximity in the few days he denied you. He had swallowed when you took cautious steps close to him, lip twitching at the familiar yet now unavoidable scent of your arousal clouding his judgement, letting you paw at his achingly hard cock and press open mouth kisses to the sensitive junction of his throat, skin on fire with each graze of your touch. Your pretty moans echo against his ear, pulsing to his cock with each sheathe of his hips, a sensation more pronounced than usual, every fiber of his being exposed to you, every scent and sound and touch tugging his mind in all different directions. He can feel it swallow him whole as he pushes to the hilt once again, a guttural groan shakily reverberating through his chest, vision darting to your bare skin, the sheen of sweat that gathered at your collar down to your tits.
“Peter?” You had feebly called, shaky breath catching on the last syllable as his deep black eyes swallowed you up, the vision of your languid body staring back at you. Your lips peeled into a yelp, palms pulling your knees to yank your body down underneath him, pressing your knees tight to your tits, contorting your body in half with a sharp punctuation of his hips slapping against yours. The taut muscle of your thighs stretched under the weight of his chest pressing you down, ankles bobbing up by his ears as he sunk into your pussy, aching cunt swallowing him whole at the new angle, a tinge of pain spiraling through your abdomen with the tip of his cock punching against your cervix. You cried out, helpless pants of his name as he drove into you relentlessly, unabiding strength keeping you completely at his mercy, snatching up your pawing hands as you pushing against his flexed abdomen for some sort of relief, “Don’t,” he rasped. “Don’t run from it. You wanted this—right? Then take it,” your toes curled as his thighs slapped against the back of your ass, fingers clawing into the stalky strain of his forearms holding your knees to your chest. “All that crying for what? Acting like you can’t take it,” his voice rumbled, pitch black eyes blinking down at your eager cunt swallowing him up over and over, “You’ll take what I give you. Isn’t that right? Whatever I want?”