( zoro has an eager way about him, that anyone else might not recognize — luckily nami has a front row seat, can see the flush of excitement spread up his neck, the glimmer in his eyes that hints more at a daunting challenge than sexual frustration. it makes nami smile, girlish and giggly, because she knows she's going easy on him, and knows he wouldn't thank her for it. besides, there's no shame in him admitting defeat. this is a man who has set himself on the path of becoming the world's best swordsman — you don't get there without practice, and nami doesn't imagine she'd mind what practice would look like in this context. )
Just hit the headboard if you need to breathe.
( the first flick of his tongue has a shuddering gasp wrenched from nami's mouth, her body automatically bouncing away from him, overstimulated, shocked by pleasure. nothing she can't overcome though, with another breathless laugh, sinking a hand in the hair at the top of zoro's head and sitting back down, grinding her cunt on the runway his tongue makes. she still shivers and gasps like a ship on choppy water, but she doesn't pull away once she knocks against his nose, clit grinding on the squashed tip. she feels it building up in her core, an eruption bubbling in her belly. if she pulled back far enough to get fingers in her cunt, she could squirt all over him, could instruct him to lap it up like the hungry little kitten she knows he is.
she doesn't, though. the bigger part of nami wants to give him her orgasm, wants him to earn it and enjoy the reward. her body works in a rocking motion, throat raw from moaning and whining and gasping as she grinds down on his chin, letting his neck support her weight as she keens into him, back bending and arching, chasing after his tongue. )
God — yes, Zoro, please. That's perfect, you're — you're a good boy, my good fucking kitty.
( the orgasm sneaks up and punches her in the gut, wrenching a moan out from her, hands in her own hair, on her breasts, in zoro's hair, until they finally settle on grasping his, the bars of the headboard squashed between their sweaty palms. her body moves more on instinct, rutting against his mouth, chasing the last tendrils of her orgasm until she's exhausted by it, body hot and floating on clouds as she comes down. languidly, with all the effort of a sleep-infected house cat, she dislodges from his neck, sinking down on his body until she's cupped beside him, overheated skin cooling against his. a happy sound leaves her throat, leg tossed over his hips, arm draped around his chest, eyes shut while she gives a very good impression of falling asleep.
luckily, she doesn't. nami's eyes open after a moment and, smiling at him, she reaches up to undo the belt around his wrists, wrapping her hands around them instead, squeezing the barely there bruises. )
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Date: 2024-05-06 12:16 am (UTC)Just hit the headboard if you need to breathe.
( the first flick of his tongue has a shuddering gasp wrenched from nami's mouth, her body automatically bouncing away from him, overstimulated, shocked by pleasure. nothing she can't overcome though, with another breathless laugh, sinking a hand in the hair at the top of zoro's head and sitting back down, grinding her cunt on the runway his tongue makes. she still shivers and gasps like a ship on choppy water, but she doesn't pull away once she knocks against his nose, clit grinding on the squashed tip. she feels it building up in her core, an eruption bubbling in her belly. if she pulled back far enough to get fingers in her cunt, she could squirt all over him, could instruct him to lap it up like the hungry little kitten she knows he is.
she doesn't, though. the bigger part of nami wants to give him her orgasm, wants him to earn it and enjoy the reward. her body works in a rocking motion, throat raw from moaning and whining and gasping as she grinds down on his chin, letting his neck support her weight as she keens into him, back bending and arching, chasing after his tongue. )
God — yes, Zoro, please. That's perfect, you're — you're a good boy, my good fucking kitty.
( the orgasm sneaks up and punches her in the gut, wrenching a moan out from her, hands in her own hair, on her breasts, in zoro's hair, until they finally settle on grasping his, the bars of the headboard squashed between their sweaty palms. her body moves more on instinct, rutting against his mouth, chasing the last tendrils of her orgasm until she's exhausted by it, body hot and floating on clouds as she comes down. languidly, with all the effort of a sleep-infected house cat, she dislodges from his neck, sinking down on his body until she's cupped beside him, overheated skin cooling against his. a happy sound leaves her throat, leg tossed over his hips, arm draped around his chest, eyes shut while she gives a very good impression of falling asleep.
luckily, she doesn't. nami's eyes open after a moment and, smiling at him, she reaches up to undo the belt around his wrists, wrapping her hands around them instead, squeezing the barely there bruises. )
How do you feel? Okay? You want water?