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the phone sex +
sexting meme

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[arachnobrat]

[He paused for a minute, fingers hooked around the band of her underwear.]

Thank you. I mean...

[He ducked his head, feeling the flush to his cheeks, but lifting up to meet her gaze regardless.]

For not being put off by it. And for... that. It was amazing. You were amazing. I'm... There is literally no one out there who had a better first time. I kind of... I just meant that I wanted to focus on you first. If that's okay?

[krasivyy]

[ That has her smiling, all genuine, softer than she might normally, the kind of smiles she reserves for Steve Rogers and the Hulk, once upon a time. Natasha licks over her mouth and gives him an easy nod, appreciating his honesty. ]

If you think it's not okay for you to go down on me, Peter... [ She holds his gaze as she slips her own hand down the front of her panties, teeth pressing into the fullness of her lower lip for a brief moment, and then shows him her wet fingers. ] Spoil me, then.

[arachnobrat]

[He sees her hand disappear, sees it show again with fingers that held a little glisten to them, and that ache in his pants had him sucking in a breath for a moment. Jesus. Jesus, she was wet and he hadn't even done anything. Was that good? Was that him?

His fingers dug under the band of her underwear, not actually processing that he'd snapped the bands on both sides until he tried to tug them down and the front flap of her ripped panties fell down.]

Oh. Shi-- I'm so sorry.

[krasivyy]

[ That smile shifts immediately into a grin, not looking completely surprised but very amused, not even flinching at the sound and feeling of the elastic snapping. Note to self, no elastic panties next time. ]

You can make it up to me by putting your mouth right here. [ She points between her thighs expectantly. ]

[arachnobrat]

Yes, ma'am.

[Daringly, he darts in and steals one more kiss from her lips, feeling the warmth of that soft skin against his before he shuffles his knees back, bending over and finding the right angle that let him slide his arms under her thighs, lifting her up so he could press a kiss to her inner thigh, looking up at her as he moved forward and drew his tongue over her folds. Wet, slick, sticky folds that he slid his tongue over, tasting that sweet muskiness that went right to his head, had his cock throbbing in his pants as pheromones assaulted his senses. She tasted good. He'd heard that some guys didn't like it, but for him? It was good. It was a little salty, a little different, but different in a good way. He licked again, eyes on her the entire time to gauge her response.]

[krasivyy]

[ He’s a novice but Peter’s making up for it with determination and enthusiasm, Natasha swallowing hard when he finally gets his mouth on her, wet and warm, almost experimental. She lifts a hand to drop down encouragingly into his hair, letting out a quiet hum of satisfaction to let him know he’s definitely on the right track, liking that secure grip on her thighs, the focus all on her. ]

[arachnobrat]

[If anyone had asked him a year ago, or even last month, if he'd ever be getting up close and naked with Natasha Romanoff's lady bits, he would have called them crazy. And then he would have thought about it in the privacy of his bedroom.

Now? Now he was licking through her folds, tongue finding the dip before her entrance, prodding at it lightly before he licked up in the search for what he'd heard was the elusive clitoris. Considering it was one of the only 'harder' things down there, he had no idea how finding it was hard. What to do with it, however... He drew the flat of his tongue over her, still watching.]

[krasivyy]

[ She knows this is all new for him, that this might be the first time he's ever gone down on a woman, catching that curious look in his eyes behind all of that arousal and when he licks up and over her clit, she tilts her hips down and towards his mouth, still biting down hard on her bottom lip. A newbie but it still feels good, taking a healthy grip of his hair in one hand and guiding him back up, taking a long breath before speaking. ]

You can use your fingers too, Peter. And-- right there is perfect. [ Because a little encouragement never hurt, either, flashing him a sideways smile. ]

[arachnobrat]

[He feels her fingers in his hair, feels the way she tugs and guides him, and he moves along easily to where she's directing. He hadn't actually thought of touching her with more than his mouth, and for a fraction of a second, he actually couldn't figure out what she meant.

And then it clicked into place and he let out a soft little groan against her folds, looking up at her with an almost pained look. He let go of her with his right hand, keeping his left gripping her with an almost intense need, like she'd wriggle away if he didn't, and started to slide his finger up along her inner thigh. He shifted a little where he knelt, feeling a slight bit of wet against his-- whoops. He forgot about the whole 'wet spot' problem from precome soaking into his boxers. As long as it didn't get through his pants, he'd be good. He had a bag he could carry in front of him. It was all good.]