[ God, Gamora is so hot. That thought spins in his own head with perfect clarity, and as she gasps, driving herself into his hand, he lets out a quiet groan against her shoulder. He hisses as her grip tightens in his hair, rocking himself against her back.
But he keeps most of his attention on her, on how she responds, and he thrusts his fingers in and out, with a little more purpose, a little faster, a little harder. His thumb presses against her clit in time with each thrust, and he pinches at her nipple again, twisting it the same way he had before. ]
God, you sound so good. You're so hot like this.
[ He breathes it against her skin, slick with the shower's water, and he noses at the line of her jaw. ]
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But he keeps most of his attention on her, on how she responds, and he thrusts his fingers in and out, with a little more purpose, a little faster, a little harder. His thumb presses against her clit in time with each thrust, and he pinches at her nipple again, twisting it the same way he had before. ]
God, you sound so good. You're so hot like this.
[ He breathes it against her skin, slick with the shower's water, and he noses at the line of her jaw. ]
Come for me.