[ Every filthy word of that promise leaves her body burning, and her heavy-lidded stare fixed on his, watching through her eyelashes as horny adoration parades across his expression, sparking desire in her just as effectively as the hard heat of his cock as he guides her hand away and shifts forward enough to only just delve past her entrance. Sanji keeps his eyes on her, and normally that might make her bristle over being so exposed, but right now, when there's nothing to do but relish in the presence of the most familiar face she's seen in a painfully long time. Later, she'll dwell on how this might have come across to him, but for now Nami's happy to get exactly what she wants. ]
Fuck me– [ She's repeating herself, but she's past the point of caring, her tongue dragging against his bottom lip as the slow way his cock sinks into her waiting heat leaves her keenly aware of every touch of lust that alights on her features, firm in the knowledge that he's watching all of it as closely as she's ended up watching him. The muscles of her inner thighs are already trembling by the time he's drawn to the hilt, his hips pressed against his, mirroring their parted lips as they both seem to get caught in a moment of reveling ]
Sanji…
[ His name seems to come from low in her chest, steeped in every ragged breath she takes, and the timbre of how deeply her affection for him runs. Both hands free to find his skin, her fingers run up Sanji's body, memorizing every inch of the landscape that moves under her palms before her palms curve, cradling the sides of his face as she kisses him, nodding in earnest agreement about how perfect this feels. One leg stays wrapped around his hips, as the other presses back against the edge of the table she's perched on, allowing Nami the leverage she wants to keep him pressed deep inside her while she grinds against his cock. ]
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Fuck me– [ She's repeating herself, but she's past the point of caring, her tongue dragging against his bottom lip as the slow way his cock sinks into her waiting heat leaves her keenly aware of every touch of lust that alights on her features, firm in the knowledge that he's watching all of it as closely as she's ended up watching him. The muscles of her inner thighs are already trembling by the time he's drawn to the hilt, his hips pressed against his, mirroring their parted lips as they both seem to get caught in a moment of reveling ]
Sanji…
[ His name seems to come from low in her chest, steeped in every ragged breath she takes, and the timbre of how deeply her affection for him runs. Both hands free to find his skin, her fingers run up Sanji's body, memorizing every inch of the landscape that moves under her palms before her palms curve, cradling the sides of his face as she kisses him, nodding in earnest agreement about how perfect this feels. One leg stays wrapped around his hips, as the other presses back against the edge of the table she's perched on, allowing Nami the leverage she wants to keep him pressed deep inside her while she grinds against his cock. ]