How to mate a spider

The legs of Natasha are tangled over Peter's shoulders, the toy pressed against his transparent underwear as the machine hums and vibrates her clitoris. Both know she won't come this way, but the warm pain in her vagina makes her twist and moan. Her hands are stuck to the bedposts and Peter watches attentively while holding the toy firmly against her pussy until she bites her lip and her legs start trembling. He removes the toy, presses his mouth on her underwear and blows hot air through the fabric to her clitoris. She shudders when his mouth closes over the area, licking it through the fabric, and it's maddening how close he is but not close enough. She lifts her hips and turns her body while trying to exert more pressure. He steps back, smiling. Look at you, you're so wet. You've ruined your underwear, he warns lightly, making a snapping sound. If it were anyone else, Natasha wouldn't let them talk to her this way, but this is Peter. It's the same man who looks on in amazement when she teaches him new moves during training, seeks his opinion and judgment on missions, and jokes with her about spiders sticking together. She knows he sees her as an equal, and that's why she feels comfortable enough with him to let him take control sometimes. Other times, she has the control and he's always just as eager and willing. He adores her and she'd lie if she said she didn't feel the same way about him. He pulls down her underwear and throws it out of bed, kissing her stomach. He makes his way to her clitoris and finally, finally lames it without the fabric separating them. She breathes deeply, enjoying the sensation of his mouth on her; so warm and wet. He moves his mouth lower, licking the juices that escape from her and submerging his tongue. inside her. She moans and throws her head back in pleasure. He puts his tongue inside her a few more times before returning to her clitoris, pressing his tongue against it with a long movement before moving his tongue faster, firmer, again and again until Natasha moans and moans. 'Close, very close, Peter', she sobs, and Peter moves away. Almost screaming in frustration, he pulls on the straps to try to free his hands. The sheets beneath her are soaked and she gasps with frustration. 'Peter, damn it', she curses him, and he smiles. 'Are you using your safe word?' he asks with a challenge in his voice. Natasha furrows her brow and shakes her head. She's a trained assassin. There's no way she'll let him win this. He bends his head again and buries his face in her pussy to smell her excitement. It's intoxicating, which makes her senses speed up, and he seals his lips over her clitoris, moving his tongue once more. She lets out a shuddering moan, her heels digging into her back as she pushes her pelvis towards his face, pursuing her own pleasure. He closes his lips over her clitoris and sucks, and she screams, arching off the bed. The heat coils in her belly, so close, and she tilts her head back to drown in the wave of liberation when his mouth disappears suddenly.Natasha practically sob, frustrated and so close that she wants to turn around and sit on his face, rubbing against his lips until her orgasm takes hold of him. However, the networks prevent it and Peter's mocking glint in his eyes is driving her crazy. She curses in Russian and Peter laughs. Once her breathing has slowed down, he sucks her clitoris once more. She screams loudly and he slides two fingers inside her soaked hole. He finds no resistance, and the sound of his wet and slapping fingers moving inside her is frankly obscene. She can feel the heat spreading again, threatening to consume her as his fingers curve slightly inside her. Yes, please, damn it, Peter, she sobs. I'm so close. After that, a Russian murmur comes out while he sucks her clitoris again, his finger moves quickly inside her and her thighs tense around his head, almost crushing him between them. Her back is arched and she's very close. The damned thing is about to break. Peter feels her tensing up and immediately removes his mouth and fingers, but it's too late. Even with the loss of contact, her orgasm invades her like a tsunami, her vagina pulsating as her back arches incredibly far from the bed. Her legs tremble uncontrollably and she practically sobs with relief. Then she relaxes on the bed, taking a moment to catch her breath before looking at Peter, who has an eyebrow raised. You were supposed to wait for me, he says with a fake pout. You broke the rules, Nat. You should be punished. She represses a groan at the promise and suddenly her legs fall onto his shoulders as he aligns himself with her dripping hole. He slides easily inside her and she gasps at the fullness. You feel so damn good. It's like you were made to take my cock, he says without breath, and she loves that he looks Affected as she is. He begins to push inside her and she gasps intermittently. The angle hits a point inside her that's almost painful but feels very good at the same time. She can feel his cock all the way up to her stomach, and he stretches her deliciously while touching bottom with each thrust. He beats her mercilessly and it's overwhelming. She tries to free herself from the trap again, but doesn't move. She licks her fingers and lowers two to caress her clitoris. She gasps with a high-pitched tone as her sensitive knot is overstimulated. He's fucking her senselessly and her clitoris is red and swollen, and it's really too much. She's about to use her safety word when he says: What perfect, love. I can't believe you've had so much luck. His voice is almost reverent, and she stifles a sob as another orgasm washes over her, her body trembling violently as he holds her legs in place. Her vagina has spasms around his cock, and he keeps fucking her roughly and rubbing her clitoris while she waits for her release. It's like she loses control of her muscles because they contract and pant, and suddenly she's squirting. A clear liquid flows out of her like a hose, soaking them both, and it seems to last an eternity but she can't stop it. Peter groans, unable even to get up while he squirms inside her and fills her with his semen. When they finally come down from their euphoria, they take a moment to breathe deeply. Peter lowers his legs and slides out while reclining beside her and taking her in his arms. She's still trembling and he kisses her softly, helping her relax. When she feels recovered, he gets up and pours the solvent solution over the membranes and uses a wet towel to clean his body as best he can. When they first got together, Natasha never would have imagined that she'd also love this part; She has always been independent and never needed anyone else, but her gentle care makes her feel cared for in a way that no one had made her feel before. Peter can't do anything with the damp area of the sheets because he doesn't want to move her yet, so he grabs a towel and lifts her hips easily to put her underneath her so she won't be lying on the saturated fabric. He gets into bed beside her again and covers them with a sheet before maneuvering her against his chest, his arms wrapping around her waist and back. He kisses the top of her head and she closes her eyes, feeling happy and satisfied as she falls asleep.