The Ivy Witch

60

-At Home-

Arriving home, Me and Peter peek in the front door.

Peter-May?

I closed the door with my powers as we enter. His arms around my waist.

We check the living room, which looked empty do it seems no one is here

I felt a thrill of anticipation as Peter pulled me into his room, his lips capturing mine in a heated kiss.

The familiar feeling of his strong arms around my waist sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn't help but melt into his embrace.

As we stumbled backwards towards the bed, our kisses growing more passionate, I could sense a newfound confidence in Peter's touch.

Gone were the tentative, almost shy caresses I had grown accustomed to. In their place was a raw, almost primal hunger that had me aching for him.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling me down to straddle his lap. Our hips rocked together in a sensual rhythm, eliciting a soft gasp from my lips.

Y-Mm~Peter~

Peter-Such pretty sounds~

Y-Nngh~

Peter-Such a pretty girl...You are so pretty~

He murmured, his voice low and rich with desire. His hands gripped my hips firmly, guiding my movements.

Peter-But you look even better when I'm inside you.

I shuddered at his words, an overwhelming need pooling in the pit of my stomach.

Y-Then take me, Peter

I breathed, my fingers tangling in the soft curls at the nape of his neck.

Y-I'm all yours~and we're all alone~

His grip tightened, a flash of dominance flickering in his eyes.

Peter-That's right, princess~

He growled, his lips trailing scorching kisses along my jaw.

Peter-You're mine, and I'm going to ravish you until you're begging for mercy.

With a sudden, surprising show of strength, he flipped me onto my back, pinning me to the mattress.

I let out a surprised gasp, my heart racing with both arousal and a hint of trepidation.

This newfound assertiveness from Peter was intoxicating, yet slightly unnerving.

I couldn't believe it

His gaze burned into mine, his pupils blown wide with lust.

Peter-You've been such a good girl, staying by my side. Even when Mr.Stark doesn't believe in me...

He purred, his fingers deftly unbuttoning my shirt.

Peter-Now it's time for your reward.

I swallowed thickly, my breath hitching as he slowly peeled the fabric away, exposing my flushed skin to his hungry eyes.

Y-Peter~

I whimpered, arching up into his touch.

Peter-Shh

He whispered, pressing a finger to my lips.

Peter-Just let me take care of you, okay?

I nodded mutely, my entire body thrumming with anticipation.

Peter's lips crashed against mine in a searing kiss, his hands roaming possessively over my curves.

I melted into his embrace, my own hands clutching at his shoulders as I tried to pull him closer.