[ Well, now with Gamora bared, Peter's breath hitches, his heartbeat pounds inside his, and a rush of warmth straight to his stomach makes his cock twitch to attention.
(Fuck, she's gorgeous. She's perfect. And how does a fuck-up like him get lucky enough to land a girl like her?)
Maybe he wasn't in a rush before, stripping Gamora down like gift, but he's starting to feel it a little, now. Her hands warm against his skin, her fingers teasing along his hips, and Peter moves to help, thumbs hooking underneath the waistbands to move things along.
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(Fuck, she's gorgeous. She's perfect. And how does a fuck-up like him get lucky enough to land a girl like her?)
Maybe he wasn't in a rush before, stripping Gamora down like gift, but he's starting to feel it a little, now. Her hands warm against his skin, her fingers teasing along his hips, and Peter moves to help, thumbs hooking underneath the waistbands to move things along.
Patience has never been his strong suit. ]