[ Gamora is starting to catch onto Peter – in that, she isn't surprised when he doesn't immediately set into eating her out. She might have honestly been shocked if he jumped into it quickly enough to satisfy Gamora's impatience.
His fingers, however, at least offer something more, light and not enough to get her off anytime soon, but it's more.
And that's enough of a change that she'll gladly take it all.
She doesn't keep tugging at Peter's hair, but her fingers comb restlessly back through the mess she's already made of it as she fitfully clenches and unclenches her grip on the blankets. ]
God, yes...
[ Her hips give short, half-bucks as she tries to find that shallow rhythm, though it mostly just keeps her trying to wriggle without displacing Peter. ]
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His fingers, however, at least offer something more, light and not enough to get her off anytime soon, but it's more.
And that's enough of a change that she'll gladly take it all.
She doesn't keep tugging at Peter's hair, but her fingers comb restlessly back through the mess she's already made of it as she fitfully clenches and unclenches her grip on the blankets. ]
God, yes...
[ Her hips give short, half-bucks as she tries to find that shallow rhythm, though it mostly just keeps her trying to wriggle without displacing Peter. ]