[ The sounds are small by almost any measure, except that Gamora knows they're monumental for Peter. She knows how much any kind of noise or display of affect might be a show of weakness, but Peter is trusting her with this, this small thing.
The part of her that isn't swept away by the pleasure racing through her is basking in what Peter is sharing.
Her own moans and whimpers are lost in the kiss, a groan that she can't contain as she's held close, as she keeps fucking herself on his cock, again and again and again—
She breaks away to pant against Peter's mouth, the noises needy and pleading, almost, as she gets that much closer to yet another orgasm. It feels farther off, less of a concern, because what really matters is seeing Peter come again, feeling it, feeling him. ]
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The part of her that isn't swept away by the pleasure racing through her is basking in what Peter is sharing.
Her own moans and whimpers are lost in the kiss, a groan that she can't contain as she's held close, as she keeps fucking herself on his cock, again and again and again—
She breaks away to pant against Peter's mouth, the noises needy and pleading, almost, as she gets that much closer to yet another orgasm. It feels farther off, less of a concern, because what really matters is seeing Peter come again, feeling it, feeling him. ]