[ He's cursing and he's saying her name, and it's intoxicating. It's still quiet, but it's more, and that deep groan that follows, every word on his lips, is music to her ears. She wants to listen to him on repeat, wants to do every damn thing to push him to this point and more.
They'll have time later.
Plenty of time.
Gamora is still shaking over him, panting for breath, trembling with the sensations rocketing through her. She didn't hit that peak again, but after everything, that's not a concern; watching Peter get to that second orgasm was perfect.
She pants raggedly for air, her arm shaking as she keeps herself propped up, finally opening her eyes to look down at him. The smile tugging at her lips is so warm, so sweet, so real, and she rests her forehead against his, so blissed out. ]
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They'll have time later.
Plenty of time.
Gamora is still shaking over him, panting for breath, trembling with the sensations rocketing through her. She didn't hit that peak again, but after everything, that's not a concern; watching Peter get to that second orgasm was perfect.
She pants raggedly for air, her arm shaking as she keeps herself propped up, finally opening her eyes to look down at him. The smile tugging at her lips is so warm, so sweet, so real, and she rests her forehead against his, so blissed out. ]