[ It feels fucking amazing, and distantly, Gamora might realize she's mumbling something like that in between her gasps and moans, but she's also getting so wound up that it's hard for her to focus. ]
Peter—
[ His name comes out on a needier whine, and her hips shift and squirm on the bed, her knee pushing against Peter's ribs – not to necessarily move him, but for an outlet to the frantic energy bolting through her. Her noises aren't necessarily loud, but they're incessant, little sharp inhales, gasps, whines, as he just keeps teasing her. ]
You— You're enjoying this— [ A whimper. ] —way too much.
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Peter—
[ His name comes out on a needier whine, and her hips shift and squirm on the bed, her knee pushing against Peter's ribs – not to necessarily move him, but for an outlet to the frantic energy bolting through her. Her noises aren't necessarily loud, but they're incessant, little sharp inhales, gasps, whines, as he just keeps teasing her. ]
You— You're enjoying this— [ A whimper. ] —way too much.