[ There was a point where he thought Gamora was too loud, too vocal, but at this exact moment? He's pleased for it, drinking in every mewl and groan, memorizing the eager, wanting pitch of her voice. She sounds perfect like this, and he wants to wring every noise of pleasure from her.
He drives into her, feeling the way she stutters, the way her walls clench around him. He's not entirely sure just yet, doesn't quite know the signs that betray her next climax, but he thinks he may be on the right track. Her breaths are ragged against his lips, damn and hot, threaded with the occasional groan and whimper. He can feel himself getting close, too, feels himself getting herded to that sweet edge. ]
Fuck, Gamora—
[ Whispered against her lips, and his hand tightens on the nape of her neck, on the curve of her hip, as he fucks her.
And suddenly he's falling, coming apart, and he groans against her mouth, her name on his lips, followed by a few quiet oaths and swears. ]
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He drives into her, feeling the way she stutters, the way her walls clench around him. He's not entirely sure just yet, doesn't quite know the signs that betray her next climax, but he thinks he may be on the right track. Her breaths are ragged against his lips, damn and hot, threaded with the occasional groan and whimper. He can feel himself getting close, too, feels himself getting herded to that sweet edge. ]
Fuck, Gamora—
[ Whispered against her lips, and his hand tightens on the nape of her neck, on the curve of her hip, as he fucks her.
And suddenly he's falling, coming apart, and he groans against her mouth, her name on his lips, followed by a few quiet oaths and swears. ]