[ It takes Gamora time of her own to back away from the sheer drop of an orgasm, but it's easier when she focuses on matching her breathing to Peter's: in, out, in, out. It's like some odd form of meditation, where she's only aware of where they're joined and the sparks of pleasure that reach every nerve ending in her body. It's a strange juxtaposition to the way he'd been slamming into her mere moments before, and even with the way the transition makes her head spin, she revels in it.
Easing away from climax takes time, but she's better settled when Peter finally moves his thumb aside to kiss her. She's still so wound up, pulled taut like a string ready to snap, but the desperate urgency has inched back enough that she isn't clawing at him for relief. His body is an intoxicating line of heat, and she likes the weight of him, where he touches her, and—
She loves all of this. All of him.
She mumbles into the kiss, her arms coming up around his neck as she gently squeezes him with her legs. ]
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Easing away from climax takes time, but she's better settled when Peter finally moves his thumb aside to kiss her. She's still so wound up, pulled taut like a string ready to snap, but the desperate urgency has inched back enough that she isn't clawing at him for relief. His body is an intoxicating line of heat, and she likes the weight of him, where he touches her, and—
She loves all of this. All of him.
She mumbles into the kiss, her arms coming up around his neck as she gently squeezes him with her legs. ]