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244. Peter Quill 8

~You really had to give credit where it was due - Peter was trying really hard to be romantic. He’d brought you flowers, taken you out on a lovely date night... He was trying so hard to be a romantic gentleman for you.
You could tell it was difficult for him, though. He was definitely a ‘make love first, ask questions later’ sort of guy. To be honest, you would have been absolutely fine with that, but if he insisted on trying to woo you first... well, you weren’t going to complain. After all, you’d been sleeping with him for a while now, on a regular basis, but this was the first time he’d actually taken you on a date.
It had been a nice night, you mused as you stumbled onto the ship, your mouth firmly glued to Peter’s. Unfortunately, it was very difficult for you to keep your hands off him.
You tossed your sweater to the floor, your hands in his hair as he kissed you hungrily. He broke the kiss temporarily to remove his jacket and throw it with more force than necessary. He unzipped your dress, pulled it off you, and lay you down on the nearest surface - one of the large benches in the main room of the ship.
“What happened to romance?” you teased, the cool surface of the bench soothing your burning skin.
“Fuck it,” Peter practically growled, stripping his clothes off and moving to hover over you. He deftly unclasped your bra, leaving kisses on your throat, collarbones, and swollen lips as he squeezed and massaged your breasts.
He left kisses down your belly and on your thighs, pressing light kisses closer and closer to your core whilst you squirmed beneath him. His eyes were filled with lust as he stripped off your lace panties and practically threw your legs over his shoulders.
When he slowly licked up your slit, you arched your back and let out a breathy moan. He lapped at you greedily, his tongue finding all the right spots and then some. Your eyes were squeezed firmly shut from the pleasure of it all, your hands raking through his hair, guiding his movements. Not that he needed much guidance. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he was making your pussy ache for him in better ways.
His stubble tickled as his tongue made slow circles on your clit, bringing you to a climax as he slowly pumped two fingers in and out of you.
You moaned his name as you rode it out.
Slowly, he removed his fingers from you and licked them clean. A rush of heat ran straight to your cheeks and pooled between your thighs.
It was always like this, you mused as he lay beside you and you sat up. He had the uncanny ability to make you entirely insatiable. You stroked his hard, thick length almost lovingly at first, then you lowered your mouth to him.
“Shit,” he groaned as you licked up his length then began to suck slowly, working your tongue on the tip. Your hand pumped him gently in time with your mouth’s ministrations.
He groaned again, tugging your hair to get your attention.
Peter was much bigger and stronger than you, so it was easy for him to roll on top of you. You were immensely satisfied by the look of pure lust in his eyes as he parted your thighs and entered you.
He was capable of being slow and gentle, when he wanted, usually if he wanted to go for hours. This wasn’t one of those times.
He sucked a mark on your neck as you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside you. His thrusts were hard, deep, and fast as he pounded into you whilst you moaned and whined, kissing him passionately.
“Oh my god, Peter!” you cried as he hit the sweet spot deep inside you, over and over, “Yes, like that... yes, oh, yes! Fuck me like that.... oh god, Peter... like that! Oh, yes... right there... oh, Peter!!!”
His hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he thrust harder. He was close, you guessed, but you were closer.
“Cum for me, baby,” he murmured in your ear.
That did it. You practically screamed his name as your inner walls tightened around him, bringing him to his own climax.
“Fuck,” he groaned, “just like that... that’s absolutely perfect, baby...”
You could feel both your juices and his dripping down your thighs.
“I need a shower,” you told Peter when you caught your breath.
“Think I’ll join you,” he said with a smirk that told you he most certainly wasn’t done with you yet.
 

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