[ Patience may be a virtue, but it's not one of Gamora's.
And yet, even as Peter agonizingly takes his time, she doesn't complain. She lets him kiss and lick and nibble wherever he wants, without trying to clamp down on how she mewls for him, how she twists into the attention.
But then—
He really focuses.
Her cry is a little surprised, but she's immediately arching to press into his mouth, one hand grabbing at the sheets, the other burying fingers in his hair; she's not trying to pull, but there's a deeper pressure in the way she clings to him. He's primed her for the more focused attention with the way he's traced every inch of her tits before actually homing in on her nipples, and she feels extra tender, extra keyed up. ]
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And yet, even as Peter agonizingly takes his time, she doesn't complain. She lets him kiss and lick and nibble wherever he wants, without trying to clamp down on how she mewls for him, how she twists into the attention.
But then—
He really focuses.
Her cry is a little surprised, but she's immediately arching to press into his mouth, one hand grabbing at the sheets, the other burying fingers in his hair; she's not trying to pull, but there's a deeper pressure in the way she clings to him. He's primed her for the more focused attention with the way he's traced every inch of her tits before actually homing in on her nipples, and she feels extra tender, extra keyed up. ]
Fuck—