[ That smile shouldn't do the things to her that it does. Nothing should send warmth singing through like this, so separate from need that builds with every slow rock of his hips. But all he has to do is look at her, smile at her, kiss her, and she's swept away by something she can't even name. Sweeter than any chocolate, better than any catchy song, more satisfying than a skillful victory – it's just Peter.
What the hell has he done to her?
She kisses him back, sweet and easy, breaking away only to gasp out a moan of approval as he settles into a rhythm, and it's— perfect. Far be it for Gamora to keep still, though, and she arches against him, presses into each slow thrust to undulate with every slide of his cock. Part of her had been concerned they might not be compatible, that something might not fit right, given their difference in species, but that concern has flown right out the window because he feels so damn good.
She lifts her head from the pillow, messy curls haphazardly framing her face, clinging to her cheeks, as she noses at Peter's jaw, kisses and nips higher to catch the spot behind his ear with a swipe of her tongue. ]
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What the hell has he done to her?
She kisses him back, sweet and easy, breaking away only to gasp out a moan of approval as he settles into a rhythm, and it's— perfect. Far be it for Gamora to keep still, though, and she arches against him, presses into each slow thrust to undulate with every slide of his cock. Part of her had been concerned they might not be compatible, that something might not fit right, given their difference in species, but that concern has flown right out the window because he feels so damn good.
She lifts her head from the pillow, messy curls haphazardly framing her face, clinging to her cheeks, as she noses at Peter's jaw, kisses and nips higher to catch the spot behind his ear with a swipe of her tongue. ]
Don't stop.
[ Don't ever stop. ]