[ Nothing could ever matter as much as the heat and weight in the way he looks at her. The expression on his face is all it takes to keep her from thinking about anything beyond the present, all the pragmatism she leans so heavily on, out of reach. Just that is a change. It takes a lot for Nami to forsake practicality completely, and while the casino has lit a fire inside that drove her to interesting choices on more than one occasion, the earnest way she collides with Sanji is something else entirely.
She's overjoyed, the loneliness she's quietly dealt with shed like a heavy overcoat in a warm room. When the dust settles, and the way things have changed between them all become glaringly apparent, that he's trapped her right along with her is going to feel like a horrible price to have to pay, but here and now, she can't remember a time she's been happier to be with anybody.
His name repeats in breaths and whimpers while his hand palms over her breast, the jolts of pleasure moving through her sharpening as he tugs and teases the stuff peak of her nipple, making her fingertips press hard against his shoulders, clinging to him while relishing the sensation of his muscles working beneath his skin. By the time his mouth claims hers again, she can't roll her hips against his without trembling, the drenched walls of her cunt tight, undulating around the thick swell of his cock as it drags against her walls and leaves her even wetter. ]
I'm– Fuck, Sanji, I can't– [ Nami almost sounds apologetic, regretful that she can't hold out and prolong the delicious anticipation hanging in every second. The tension building through her tightens a fraction further before it unravels, leaving Nami moaning against his mouth as her hands and thighs both seem to almost scramble to hold onto more him as her cunt flutters around him, slicking him up further with a rush of wet as she comes. ]
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She's overjoyed, the loneliness she's quietly dealt with shed like a heavy overcoat in a warm room. When the dust settles, and the way things have changed between them all become glaringly apparent, that he's trapped her right along with her is going to feel like a horrible price to have to pay, but here and now, she can't remember a time she's been happier to be with anybody.
His name repeats in breaths and whimpers while his hand palms over her breast, the jolts of pleasure moving through her sharpening as he tugs and teases the stuff peak of her nipple, making her fingertips press hard against his shoulders, clinging to him while relishing the sensation of his muscles working beneath his skin. By the time his mouth claims hers again, she can't roll her hips against his without trembling, the drenched walls of her cunt tight, undulating around the thick swell of his cock as it drags against her walls and leaves her even wetter. ]
I'm– Fuck, Sanji, I can't– [ Nami almost sounds apologetic, regretful that she can't hold out and prolong the delicious anticipation hanging in every second. The tension building through her tightens a fraction further before it unravels, leaving Nami moaning against his mouth as her hands and thighs both seem to almost scramble to hold onto more him as her cunt flutters around him, slicking him up further with a rush of wet as she comes. ]