Kitty woke hazily from dozing. She was having that wonderful dream again, where she and the spaceman were finally together. Physically. She snuggled down into the sheets for a moment before she realized that she had her arms wrapped tightly around his bare chest, and he had one thick, muscled arm wrapped around her, his hand lazily palming her breast.

That's right. She recalled, she had rescued him from Mister Knife-his father, actually-and then they had jetted quickly back to his home, or, at least, his ship. Now, here they were, holding one another, Peter's face buried in her mess of wavy hair. Peter sniffled, and Kitty realized he was most definitely smelling her hair. She stifled a giggle, and shifted a little to alert him to the fact that she was awake.

Peter pulled his face from her hair a little sheepishly. She just smelled so good. So there. He smiled at her. "Hey there. Good catnap?"

She yawned a little and nodded. "Yeah." She blushed, "for a second, I thought I had just...dreamed everything."

He laughed warmly. "No dream. If this were a dream, I'd be majorly disappointed. And also probably dead? But mainly disappointed."

She rolled her eyes tenderly.

"Was it a good dream, at least?" He asked.

"The best." She untangled from the sheet he had apparently thrown on top of them, and propped herself on her elbows to give him a kiss. It was only supposed to be a light, tender, short kiss, but Peter held her by the small of her back and stroked her cheek softly and suddenly a short kiss was the last thing either of them wanted.

Kitty's legs were still locked around one of his own, the same position she had settled in to after he made her come three times, he thought, a smirk crawling over his puckered lips. Her hips moved subtly against his leg until he felt a renewed blossom of wetness between her thighs. His smirk turned into a big grin as he pulled away from their kiss.

"My, my, I though cats hated water?" Kitty rolled her eyes and punched his chest lightly.

"Don't start making bad Hello Kitty jokes now, too." He raised his eyebrows as if to say 'who, me?'

"What's Hello Kitty?" He asked with a smirk, as his hand rested on her ass, palming it.

"Don't feign innocence. I know you only like music from the 70s, but you at least have a cursory knowledge of modern pop culture. Anyway, Hello Kitty has been around since the early 70s, so you have no excuse." And it was at that moment that Kitty felt his newly hard dick flop and rub against the side of her hip and her mindset changed completely. "We'll table this discussion for later."

"Dually noted," Peter said with a smirk.

He guided her legs to straddle him again, this time, though, hovering over his hips. She rocked slightly, spreading her wetness over the length of his shaft, feeling it harden and grow beneath her lips. She must have come again in her sleep, or maybe that conversation had...well, Kitty was easy to excite with a little touching and intellectual conversation (about pop culture), she guessed. Or maybe it was just the Peter effect. No, no, the Quill effect. It was Peter Quill who was doing this to her, after all.

She had made his cock slick and painfully hard. He fumbled over to his bedside table, groping for a moment before he located the foil-wrapped package he was looking for.

"Is that a space-condom?" Kitty quipped.

"Mm," he blushed. "Actually, an Earth condom. Space condoms are...not always intended for my anatomy."

Kitty laughed softly and took the package from him, ripping it open. "Good, at least I'll know how to use it." She slid bare against him for a moment more, savoring the skin-to-skin, before pulling herself away and gripping his cock, gracefully slipping the condom down over him, squeezing as she went. Peter shivered at her touch and his dick swelled once more, in Kitty's hand.

His hands held her hips, watching intently as she slid the head of his cock over her pussy, her labia, between the wet lips. He could feel her tensing, her entrance pulsing, but he sat patiently, painfully still, waiting for her to slip him into her.

She probed herself with him teasingly, watching his hungry eyes, waiting to see who could hold out longer. Apparently, Peter could, because she lost her patience and dragged herself down onto his cock after a few moments. Even with only the fat head inside of her, she moaned warmly and gripped his hands.

She slowly moved down, Peter fighting the urge to forcefully buck into her. Slick with her juices, he watched his cock slowly being devoured by Kitty's beautiful pussy; the swollen pink lips encasing his thick girth, the neat, trimmed pubic hair resting dark and curly above, it was all a very nice picture. He had to resist the urge to speed it to the point where his balls would slap against her tight ass.

Finally, Kitty rested gently at the base of his dick, her insides pulsing and squeezing against his own rhythmically beating cock. They both closed their eyes in a moment of pure bliss, and then it got even better as Kitty started to pull up and then slide back down, a little quicker since she had coated him with her slick wetness.

She quickened her pace, and Peter finally, gleefully, joined her, thrusting him hips up to meet her as she came down on him. Grunting warmly, he sat back and enjoyed the show: Kitty, head thrown back, mouth open, bouncing on his shaft, her small, glorious tits jiggling up and down to the rhythm of the sex. Love-making. She let out cute moans, and leaned forward over him.

He took a tit with one hand, bringing it to his mouth to suckle. Her moans grew as he nipped and pulled her pointed nipple with his teeth before sucking it into his mouth and letting his tongue circle it. He opened his mouth, breathing in puffs on the nipple as he flicked it with his tongue.

Meanwhile, his other hand slid down her hip to rub her clit, thumbing the little pink nub just so. Her hips circled, cock inside of her, as he rubbed away at and thrust into her. Her felt her clinch onto him, walls mercilessly tight around his throbbing dick, and suddenly she pulled away from his activities with her breasts, he was just starting in on the other one, and bent backward, almost resting on his legs.

His eyes widened at her athleticism-she had said she was a dancer-and then again as she came, gripping his thighs, the clear wetness pouring out of her as she cried out happily.

He gripped her hips and urged her to spin around on top of him, and for a moment, his only view was her amazing ass and her flowing hair, and then he brought himself to his knees, with some struggle, and coaxed her on to all fours.

This was an ideal position to make her come again, he thought gleefully as he smacked her ass before he began to pound into her. Kitty almost instantly double over, cheek pressed into the bed sheets so she could tilt her face to look up at Peter's frantic work. He slapped her ass again, and she groaned, pushing into him, putting up a resistance. His tightened balls slapped into her underside, and each time his cock pulled out of her pussy, Peter spanked her. They weren't hard spanks, and they didn't hurt, but the change in pressure caused Kitty and Peter both to shudder pleasantly.

He circled his hips, mimicking Kitty's previous motion. It had felt good when she did it, and just as good when he did it. His cock head pressed against her elusive g spot, causing her to jolt and bite her lip. Kitty concentrated on not phasing for a moment, she didn't want him to loose his spot there. He rubbed against her spot again and Kitty's eyelashes flutter. He grinned broadly and hit the spot again and again, abandoning his spanking for the sake of her pure pleasure.

He held on to her hip with one hand, steadying himself on her spot, while the other snuck under to her belly, tickling down to tease her clit again. Kitty's eyes rolled back in her head and he felt the tell-tale tense before his cock and balls and thighs were coated again with her clear come. Strings clung between their bodies as his body slowed to a stop.

He rolled Kitty to her back gently, trying carefully not to remove himself from inside of her, and settled on top of her. Old fashioned and mundane as it was, he wanted to finish while staring into her eyes. Though it had been a heroic feat to not come thus far, her pulsing tightness teasing him even now, he wasn't sure he could hold on all the much longer.

He brushed her hair out of her face and slowly pumped his hips in and out of her. They kissed deeply, tongues invading one another's mouths. Her hands raked up her back, clutching at his shoulder blades while she pretzeled her legs tightly around his torso. His thrusts deepened, and her moans grew louder. He panted, eyes shut tight, willing himself not to come yet. He at least at to hit four tonight. He could try for half a dozen tomorrow. He edged her into another orgasm, slower and less frantic than the others, just their bodies moving in sweaty harmony.

He brought the speed back up, still thrusting deeply. His breath became short pants, "I want to try...for...same time..." he wheezed softly.

She adjusted herself slightly, and he felt her insides pulse against him. She bit her lip, squinting one eye, and let one of her hands travel to his ass, squeezing it, slapping it, pulling it, her finger almost invading...

Peter let out a loud grunt and clutched her close to his body, lips on her mouth. Kitty's nails dug into his flesh, and she bit his lips just slightly, coming, screaming his name into his own mouth. Moments later, Peter followed her, grunted out "Kitty!" as he filled her with his warm seed.

He collapsed on top of her, still inside her, sweating and spent. The two held each other tight, flopping so they were both on their sides, face-to-face. Peter kissed Kitty's forehead and they rested in a tight, mutual embrace.

Peter was quiet for a long while before his mouth quirked into a wide smile. Quietly, he spoke: "I can't stop this feeling."

Kitty looked up at him quizzically. "Peter?"

"Deep inside of me," he was singing now. "Girl, you just don't realize what you do to me..."

Kitty giggled and shook her head. "Spaceman..."

"When you hold me, in your arms so tight, you let me know everything's all right." Peter belted out loudly; "I-I-I'm...hooked on a feeling, I'm high on believing that you're in love with m-"

A loud banging on the wall cut him off. "I AM GROOT."

Rocket's shrill voice followed. "Yeah, SHUT THE FLARK UP! Flerkin' Earthers!"

Kitty and Peter looked at one another before collapsing into a fit of giggles.