[ For all the rendezvous he’d had back at the Baratie— not that many, all things considered, but more than enough— it feels almost like they might as well not have existing at all as he touches her, breath caught in his throat at the look on her face. It’s not nerves, or uncertainty, or anything of the sort that makes the comparison a moot point, but the raw fact of how every moment feels like something new, something private shared between just them. How anyone could want him like she seems to— could crave the touch of his fingers with such a fond, dreamy expression on her face as if there’s nothing else she wants more right now— eludes him, but he cannot help but delight in this discovery.

That soft, gentle smile on his face is reverent as his fingers acquiesce to her hips plea for more, teasing the sodden, soaked entrance to her cunt with a more substantial touch, slow, deliberate strokes that only grow faster with each touch. ] I can’t wait to feel it, Nami. I can’t wait to feel your cunt tight around my cock as we fuck. [ His voice is breathless as he steals another languid kiss, fingertips skating over her slit and settling on the stiff bud of her clit for a long moment, rubbing it in slow, lazy circles.

There’s no hurry to him— even though there should be, considering how his cock twitches and aches with each pump of her fist, hips greedily grinding the underside against her palm— just a greedy desire to savor everything about this, about her. Groaning her name softly, he looks at her with equal parts awe and fondness and desire, free hand smoothing over her forehead. ] Do you wanna feel it right now? [ It’s a low murmur against her mouth as he takes a half-step forward, hips flexing until the dripping tip of his cock hovers a bare inch from her entrance, fingers dipping down to spread her folds open. ] Wanna feel my cock inside you, right where it belongs, fucking your gorgeous cunt, right now?