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Spider-Man Mayham (AU) Chapter 391: Beach Trip (9) *R18*
🕑 Added 2025-11-21 00:17:49 +0000 UTC[Third Person Pov]
Gwen's fingers trace along his still-hard cock, which glistens with their combined fluids. "You're still ready to go," she observes, her voice husky from the intensity of her climax. Peter exhales sharply as she grips him again, his hands sliding around to cup her ass and pull her close.
"I can't get enough of you," he admits, his thumb brushing over her lower lip as he leans in for another kiss. The taste of salt and sex between them, the heat of the afternoon sun beating down on their bare skin, the gentle sway of the jet ski all adding to the charged atmosphere.
Gwen moves closer, straddling Peter's lap as he settles back onto the seat. Her hands cradle his face as she kisses him deeply, tongues tangling in a slow, intimate dance. The heat of her bare pussy settles against Peter's stomach, still damp from both releases.
"You keep looking at me like that," Peter murmurs against her lips, "and I'm gonna have to take you right here again." His hands slide down to grip her ass, kneading the soft flesh as he pulls her even closer.
Gwen rolls her hips, grinding against him with deliberate slowness. The motion draws a groan from Peter's throat as he feels her slick folds sliding against his stomach, his cock stirring back to life with renewed interest. His hands tighten on her hips, guiding her movements as she rubs against him with slow, hypnotic rolls.
"Fuck, Gwen," he breathes, nipping at her shoulder. "You're trying to kill me." Gwen throws her head back with a soft laugh, the sound melodic and pleased as she increases the pace of her hips.
Her fingers toy with the hair at the nape of Peter's neck, her nails lightly scraping his scalp in a way she knows drives him crazy.
"Just giving you a little motivation." Peter's hands slide up to grip Gwen's waist as he lifts her slightly, positioning his cock at her entrance with a sharp thrust upward. She sinks down onto him with a satisfied sigh, her walls still sensitive but eager for more. His hips jerk upward instinctively, seating himself fully inside her again as Gwen's arms wrap around his shoulders for balance.
The jet ski shifts slightly beneath them as they move, the rhythm of the water around them almost matching their pace.
"That's it," Gwen encourages, her words breathless as Peter begins thrusting up into her. "Just like that." Her fingers tighten in his hair, guiding his head to her breast where he immediately closes his mouth around her nipple, sucking and teasing with his tongue. Peter's teeth graze her nipple, sending a sharp, sweet jolt of pleasure through her as he maintains the steady rhythm of his thrusts.
His hands grip her waist with possessive intensity, controlling her movements as he drives up into her with relentless purpose. The afternoon sun beats down on their bodies, making their skin glisten with perspiration as they move together in perfect harmony.
Gwen's breath comes in short gasps as Peter's cock hits that perfect spot deep inside her with every upward thrust. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, her hips rolling in time with his movements as she meets him stroke for stroke.
Peter feels Gwen's walls tighten around him, her breath coming in short, sharp pants against his ear. He grips her waist harder, holding her still as he slams up into her with more force, determined to push her over the edge again.
The sounds of the water sloshing around them and the occasional seagull calling in the distance fade into background noise as everything narrows to the intensity of Gwen's moans and the slick, perfect fit of her body around his cock.
"Want to try something crazy?," he questioned, his teeth grazing her collarbone as he thrusts up into her.
"Crazier than having sex in the middle of a ocean on a Jetski?" She panted with a soft chuckle, "Sure, let's hear it"
Gwen's breath catches as Peter suddenly kisses her with hungry intensity, his teeth grazing her lower lip before he tilts the jet ski to the side with a sharp motion. For a split second, there's a rush of adrenaline as the world tilts, then a splash as they both plunge into the warm ocean water. Peter keeps his arms locked around her as they sink beneath the surface, his cock still buried deep inside her. The sudden submersion sends fresh jolts of sensation through Gwen's body, the buoyant feeling combining with Peter's persistent thrusts to heighten every nerve ending.
The warm saltwater surges around them as Peter and Gwen kick their legs, maintaining their position beneath the surface. The pressure of the water compresses their skin together, intensifying every point of contact as Peter moves inside her. Bubbles escape Gwen's mouth as she lets out a muffled moan, her nails digging into Peter's back as he thrusts with measured precision, his hands gripping her ass to hold her close.
The strange underwater environment feels almost surreal—Gwen's breasts press against Peter's chest, the water resistance making her nipples pebble against him even more sensitively. Their gazes meet through the distorted view of the water, Peter's eyes dark with desire as he observes Gwen's parted lips releasing tiny bubbles.
Peter's eyes crinkle at the corners as he grins underwater, his mouth opening in a silent laugh that sends bubbles streaming upward. Gwen mirrors his expression, her eyes bright with amusement as she twists her body around him, using the buoyancy of the water to increase the friction between them.
The water makes their movements more fluid, more graceful as they move together like underwater dancers. Peter reaches up to trace a hand down Gwen's spine, the saltwater clinging to his fingers as he pulls her closer. Her legs wrap around his waist instinctively, the natural positioning of sex in gravity lessened by the floating ocean surrounding them. Water resistance adds a new dimension to every motion—the subtle pushback of the sea intensifying every shift of their bodies.
Gwen rolls her hips, exploring the different sensations as Peter moves inside her. The weightlessness makes it easy for her to adjust her angle, to test what feels best when the normal constraints of gravity are suspended.
Peter watches her face through the water, noting the subtle changes in her expression as he thrusts upward or rotates his hips. The ocean muffles their sounds, but he can feel Gwen's soft vibrations through the water as she moans around her own bubbles. Her hair floats around her face like pale sea foam, her eyes half-lidded as she studies him.
The sunlight streaming through the surface above makes the water around them glow, creating an ethereal, almost dreamlike atmosphere. Peter's thrusts take on a new tempo, more experimental as he discovers what movements work best in this strange environment.
Gwen gasps when he hits a particularly sensitive spot deep inside her, the water amplifying the jolt of pleasure as it ripples around them both. She closes her eyes momentarily, surrendering to the overwhelming sensations—the stretch of Peter's cock, the cool caress of the ocean currents against her overheated skin, the buoyancy allowing her to move in ways she never could on land.
Peter feels Gwen's body tense around him, her walls fluttering as another orgasm builds. He watches her face contort in silent ecstasy through the water, her lips forming a perfect 'O' as she lets out a bubbling cry.
The ocean becomes a playground for her pleasure—she floats around Peter, letting the currents and her own movements create delicious friction. Peter chases her across the water, his hands finding her hips as he pushes back inside.
The transparency of the water lets him watch every detail of her reaction—her pink nipples stiff against the cold, the way her inner muscles pulse around him.
Gwen's hands find Peter's shoulders, using them for leverage as she grinds against him. Peter holds her steady as she rides him, her breasts bobbing in the water as she moves. Her body arches slightly, offering her nipples to the ocean's gentle lapping as she chases her climax.
Peter ducks his head, taking one stiff peak into his mouth and sucking gently while flicking his tongue across it. The added coolness of the water against her heated skin makes Gwen whimper into her bubbles.
She looks down to watch Peter work at her breast through the distorted view of the water, his dark head bobbing beneath the surface. The combination of the mouth on her nipple and his cock hitting that sweet spot inside her overwhelms her senses.
Gwen's body tenses like a coiled spring, her nails digging into Peter's shoulders as her orgasm crashes through her. The water around them churns slightly with the force of her contractions, tiny bubbles escaping her nose as she moans against the pressure in her ears. Peter watches with fascination as her body jerks with pleasure, his hands steadying her hips as he thrusts upward into her pulsing heat.
She's so beautiful like this—eyes squeezed shut, lips parted around gasping breaths, the sunlight above turning the water golden around her floating form. He feels every spasm of her inner walls, the way they ripple and clutch at him desperately.
Peter thrusts harder, burying himself fully as he reaches his own peak. The pressure of the ocean intensifies every contraction of his cock, making this climax more powerful than any he's experienced on land. Gwen feels him swell inside her, watches through blurry vision as his face twists in ecstasy beneath the surface. The water around them grows cloudy with the release of tiny bubbles as he spills into her, his fingers digging into her hips possessively.
As the last pulses fade, Peter rises from the water, breaking the surface with a gasp.
Not long after both of them are staring at the sky in a daze as they float with their arms and legs spread.
A silence forms between them before it's broken by Peter, “Gwen, my love…”
“Hmm?” All she could do is hum in acknowledgement.
“There is something seriously wrong with us,” Peter sighed.
“...That I will not deny,” Gwen agreed.
Comments
Mordivandros
Damn . . .
Sin Vergil
Two Mayhem chapters back to back. Impossible!
