[ Gamora has always run a few degrees warmer than him, and it shows in moments like these. Her walls are hot and slick and tight around his cock, and he allows himself a few seconds to revel in how fucking good she feels.
It took him a while, after their first few times, to stop treating her like porcelain, to stop feeling the need to be gentle and careful. He knows Gamora is far more resilient than he could ever hope to be, but he still felt the overwhelming need to be careful, to take it slow. He never wanted to hurt her – still doesn't, in fact – and there was no greater chance of doing that than during sex, where the both of them were vulnerable and driven to wild emotional heights.
For as easy as sex felt, a lot of the time, it could be wildly complicated.
Eventually he got over that, though – probably around the first time she bit down on his shoulder hard enough to leave a mark that lasted for weeks. Probably around the first time she had growled in his ear, low and almost feral, Fuck me.
She asked for it rough, and Peter's pretty sure he'd do anything Gamora asked of him. The first few thrusts are hardly tentative, but they're slow, purposeful. A long slide out, a long slide in; once, twice, then three times. The fourth time he enters her is more forceful, hips snapping against her, and he lifts her thigh, encouraging her to wrap her leg around his back. ]
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It took him a while, after their first few times, to stop treating her like porcelain, to stop feeling the need to be gentle and careful. He knows Gamora is far more resilient than he could ever hope to be, but he still felt the overwhelming need to be careful, to take it slow. He never wanted to hurt her – still doesn't, in fact – and there was no greater chance of doing that than during sex, where the both of them were vulnerable and driven to wild emotional heights.
For as easy as sex felt, a lot of the time, it could be wildly complicated.
Eventually he got over that, though – probably around the first time she bit down on his shoulder hard enough to leave a mark that lasted for weeks. Probably around the first time she had growled in his ear, low and almost feral, Fuck me.
She asked for it rough, and Peter's pretty sure he'd do anything Gamora asked of him. The first few thrusts are hardly tentative, but they're slow, purposeful. A long slide out, a long slide in; once, twice, then three times. The fourth time he enters her is more forceful, hips snapping against her, and he lifts her thigh, encouraging her to wrap her leg around his back. ]