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[ Moments of intimacy– just like this one– have always managed to peel back some of the facade that exists during less heated moments. Sanji's been basking in her affection for months, now, greedily accepting it in whatever form it comes. Fond looks, soft smiles, filthy promises that verge on too sweet for words– he'll take whatever she gives him.

His eyes– dark with the kind of boundless desire that she so evokes from him– are glued to her, watching every expression of pleasure that passes over her face. She's so damn slick and he loves that she is, loves the way her body responds so sweetly to everything he does. A soft, pleased little groan vibrates against the swollen folds of her dripping cunt as he draws the broad flat of his tongue over her faster. ]

Then I never will. Promise. Never gonna get enough of any of it.

[ As a hand rests its palm low on her belly and his thumb rubs her throbbing clit, Sanji seals it a heartbeat later by turning his head, mouthing a patch of tender skin of her thigh as he sucks and nips just hard enough to leave a mark. His mark. Unwilling to let the sting last too long, his tongue lathes over it, trying to soothe the hurt, before he brushes more than a few kisses to it. ]

Always gonna make your cunt feel so damn good. Gonna make you come for me, make you feel so perfect, you'll make a mess of my face.

[ It takes barely a few heartbeats before his mouth returns to where it belongs– worshipping her perfect cunt– because what he said really is true. He can't get enough of her, not now, not ever, and the way he tastes her, tongue fucking and licking into her cunt– desperate and needy and almost crazed with how badly he wants it– while his thumb strums over that swollen bud faster and faster is proof of that, just as the way he groans her name softly is. ]

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[ The steady pressure of Sanji's thumb as it circles over her clit, and the slick heat of his tongue licking into her, makes her want to hold out and greedily extract everything out of this moment that she can, even as her climax begins to build. ]

Don't stop, don't stop– [ Nami's voice rises in pitch as her hips lift slightly, trying to get closer to his touch as those tremors of pleasure eat away at her composure until she's almost grabbing the back of his head in an effort to keep his mouth working over her cunt. ] I'm gonna come, Sanji, I'm gonna come all over your tongue, please, please– [ Her words are a rush of horny babble at its most urgent, pleading with him for something though she really couldn't say what, the walls of her cunt tightening and quivering as every touch.

Her orgasm pulls a loud, ragged cry out of her, while Nami presses her shoulders back against the wall behind her, her fingers tightening roughly in his hair as a rush of fresh slickness catches his tongue and drips thickly down his chin. Nami dissolves into husky moans as she climaxes, until those sounds are lost to breathlessness as she rests against the wall, the hand in his hair relaxing as the muscles of her inner thighs twitch now and again against the sides of his face ] Mm, I already want to let you do that again.