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Peter Quill ([personal profile] nostalgiabomb) wrote 2019-10-09 07:19 am (UTC)

[ When she comes, it's practically a work of art.

He feels the tight clench of her walls around his fingers, feels the way she quivers and shudders beneath him as she rides out each golden wave of her orgasm. She's tense, rigid, and he works her through it, keeping up the rhythm of his hand, his tongue circling her clit over and over and over.

When her climax starts to fade, he slowly eases away, carefully and gently pulling his fingers out of her pussy. He had expected that tight grip in his hair, once she finally came, and he's hardly bothered. At her apology, he offers a small shake of his head to say, I don't mind.

He runs his hands along her thighs, pressing lingering, lazy kisses along her hips and legs as he waits for her to wind down. ]

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