[ Gamora feels amazing, and his eyes go half-lidded with the feel of her walls tightening around him, slick and hot. It punches the breath from him, and the air escapes him on a small, almost wounded noise. His hips continue to rock against her with little involuntary shifts. ]
“Not yet”?
[ And he repeats it back a little breathlessly, a little wryly. The corner of his mouth quirks up a little. His gaze flicks down to her mouth, watches as her teeth skim over the pad of his thumb. He brushes his thumb along her lower lip after that. ]
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“Not yet”?
[ And he repeats it back a little breathlessly, a little wryly. The corner of his mouth quirks up a little. His gaze flicks down to her mouth, watches as her teeth skim over the pad of his thumb. He brushes his thumb along her lower lip after that. ]
What happened to “don’t stop”?