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He watches her, sitting against the tree trunk, while the lights of the fireworks illuminate her face. Red, blue, yellow… the bright colors reflect in her hazel eyes.
He always thought it would be nice to see himself reflected in her eyes.
The top of the kimono slips off my shoulders due to the movement, and the contact with the air tickles my skin pleasantly. I struggle to swallow, because my breathing is becoming heavy: I think I'm in the same situation as the man in front of me and who is observing my face in silence, as if he were looking for the slightest sign of hesitation, or repentance, to be able to stop everything.
I breathe heavily, waiting for him to move, but he seems to be in a trance and still shows no signs of moving. I'm a little perplexed by his behavior, but also curious: I can't help it, because until a few seconds before he was kissing me and then he stopped as soon as he managed to untie the fabric that kept my blue kimono closed. Is that why he stopped?
The heavy sleeves make it difficult for me to lift my arms, but I manage to do what I want and trace, with my fingertips, the plasters that the man still has on his face, which cover the marks that the recent battle has left on his skin. One on the forehead, one on the cheek… my index finger stops just before touching the oldest scar, the thin line that marks his cheekbone under his left eye.
I've always liked this scar.
Finally I touch it, and Luffy's eyes close at my touch. I feel his hands stiffen against the skin of my belly, where they had stopped several minutes before. He opens them again when both my hands are on his cheeks.
This touch seems to give him the courage he was lacking and he begins, slowly, to caress my belly, going up and moving until he touches the lower part of my breast. I tremble, biting my lower lip. I don't take my eyes off his face, and neither does he.
“Are you cold?” Luffy asks me.
I shake my head.
The boy swallows, unable to seem to connect my silent response with what my body is transmitting to him. He moves his hands, thumbs brushing the sides of my breasts as he squeezes my ribcage. The shaking doesn't stop, and Luffy finally seems to understand that it's not the temperature that's causing it, the room is warm after all... but him. And I understand it too. It's his touch that makes me tremble.
He leans in to kiss me again and immediately finds my mouth, engaging it demandingly while his thumbs tickle the sensitive tips of my breasts. I moan against his lips, moving my hands and grasping the short locks at the nape of his neck; his touch took me by surprise, even though I was expecting it at the same time. I was just wondering when he was going to do it… and just as he started to do it, his hands move to my back and he holds me tight, forcing me to press against his chest as he continues to kiss me. He pulls away just a little, his breath hitting my lips an instant before his tongue grazes them, as if asking permission to enter. Who am I to deny him? I open them slightly, allowing him to enter my mouth.
I gasp in surprise when I feel his teeth bite my lower lip before his tongue licks the spot he's targeting. My head is spinning and I'm forced to hold on to his hair harder than before, even though Luffy is holding me so tightly that I could never fall. His arms are hot, resting there on my back, and the fact that I'm still wearing my kimono doesn't help. And he's still wearing his.
I lean my face in, forcing him to tilt his head back, and this allows me to slip my hands under the heavy fabric to touch his shoulders. I dig my fingers in and try to free them from the clothes that, at this moment, are bothering me greatly.
He bites my lip, again, and at the same time kneels down to make me get off his lap. His arms still on my back, he slides me backwards, towards the floor, but his gestures are gentle, almost delicate. He accompanies my descent without stopping kissing me, until I feel something soft against my head and back.
As I lie there, I feel him moving away.
Breathing shallowly, I open my eyes only to find his face inches from mine, his dark eyes staring at me with great intensity. It almost intimidates me, so much so that I feel my cheeks burning even more than before. Luffy raises a hand and places it against my cheek, his thumb brushing it tenderly.
“You look so cute when you blush” he murmurs.
This makes me blush more than before. Since when does he notice certain things?
“Am I just cute?” I ask him, almost mockingly.
“More than cute” he replies.
He leans down to kiss my cheekbone in the exact spot where his thumb had been moments before, and does the same thing on the other one. He watches me, attentive to my reactions, remaining suspended over my face at such a short distance that I can feel his agitated breathing against my skin. His nose brushes mine, our lips barely touching and he seems to be doing it on purpose to keep them suspended at such a ridiculous distance. I can't hold back and I lift myself up just enough to capture them in a new kiss. The wet smacking sound I make rings in my ears, and from the sound escaping his throat I think it has the same effect on him.
Luffy pulls his head away after my assault and even though I try to hold him tight, to cling to his neck once more, he prevents me. He challenges me from above with his gaze, with such intensity that it almost intimidates me. His lips part, as his eyes move from my face and down, following the line of my neck to go further.
It's when I notice that in addition to his eyes he has also started to move his head that I remember that my body is exposed. I'm naked under the kimono, I have nothing else on. Not even underwear. It's a bad habit that I've developed in the last year, at least. But he doesn't seem to mind, judging by the blush that appears on his cheeks.
Mine are on fire too, also because his gaze is so insistent that it's almost annoying. If we were in a different situation, god, I would have punched him already. But now… damn, even though I feel a little ashamed, I never want him to stop looking at me the way he's looking at me. I swallow, a sigh that comes out louder than the others when I see him descend on me again, but not to kiss me on the mouth. He kisses me on my sternum, with his mouth open, so much so that I feel his saliva leaving a wet trail on my skin. It moves further down, moving towards my left breast. I get chills and can't stop watching what he does, especially when he looks up at me to make eye contact.
“Ah” I moan as his tongue licks my nipple.
“That’s right” he says, a hint of amusement in his voice as he kisses him, a quick touch before trapping him between his lips.
I close my eyes, leaning my head back as another moan escapes my lips. Luffy has taken a rhythm of his own, he doesn't hurt me, on the contrary, his is a delicious torture. It's almost unbearable, it forces me to rub my thighs together to seek some relief from the grip that's squeezing my stomach. While he continues to play with his mouth on my left breast, his hand has grabbed the other one and he is caressing it, scratching it lightly, titillating the nipple with his fingers.
Mine are between my teeth, instead, I bite them in a desperate attempt to slow down my breathing and the noises that his touch makes in me. I don't have the courage to stop him, because even though he's driving me crazy I love what he's doing. He's so good, damn it! I have no idea where he learned to move on a woman's body like this… maybe he learned to do it on the Island of Women?
The thought makes me shiver, and not with pleasure this time. Does this mean that Luffy had a chance to “practice” with someone during the time we were separated? Did he have anyone who taught him how to please a woman? Has… has he made love to anyone?
“Hey” his whisper reaches my ears and distracts me from my thoughts. I look at him, confused, and realize that he has stopped touching me. When did he stop doing that? Was I so absent that I didn't even realize it? “What’s wrong?” he asks me, a slight raise of his eyebrows indicating his concern.
Yes: what's wrong?
Am I that stupid to worry about something like this at a time like this? Shouldn't I, instead, let it go and find out for myself if there is any truth in what I thought?
I shake my head, deciding to keep my doubts and thoughts hidden from him. While I would really like to know something about what he experienced on Kuja Island, this is definitely not the right time to ask. Maybe I'll ask him after I find out if it's just experience accumulated over time, or if it's all instinct.
With some annoyance I push myself up, sliding my arms outside the sleeves of my kimono. I leave him behind, on the floor, as I kneel in front of him, in his exact same position. I move closer, placing my hands on his thighs to kiss him again. I move my lips against his, wet them with my tongue, and begin to move my hands up to his covered hips, where I can feel the fabric stretched by what's underneath. He's excited, damn excited. I don't linger long, but my little hesitation is enough to make him moan against my lips. I move on, stopping my hands on the yellow band that holds his kimono closed.
“Luffy” I whisper, breaking the kiss for a second, “you’re too dressed up” I laugh, and start to untie the knot.
He laughs too. “I was waiting for you to do it” he admits bluntly.
“You could have told me, couldn't you?” This amuses and shocks me at the same time.
Luffy doesn't answer me, though. He kisses me again. I return the kiss, as I finish untying the band and push it away from his body almost angrily, because it's her fault if I've been with this man's body on me all this time without being able to feel his skin in contact with mine. But the anger seems to vanish as soon as I imitate his gestures from a moment ago. I place my fingertips in the opening that has been created on his sculpted, bandaged abdomen before moving forward and wrapping my arms around him. The fabric caresses my arms as it falls down to the floor, keeping my kimono company. I wasn't the one who made him fall… it was Luffy?
Maybe so, judging by the way he grabs my hips to jerk me up onto his thighs again. I scream, surprised, and have to remind myself that I don't have to do it if I don't want someone to come and see what caused it. It's the middle of the night, after all. The palace is silent, asleep after the revelry of the party. Maybe, Luffy and I are the only ones still awake…
And I don't want anyone to interrupt us. Not now, no.
“Why are you yelling?” Luffy scolds me.
As if he didn't know.
I hit him on the shoulder, sure I didn't hurt him. “It's your fault!” I hiss.
“Mine? Why?”
“Don't play dumb!”
“Why?” he asks again.
I'm sure he's doing this on purpose.
I snort, causing him to give a barely stifled laugh. His eyes are locked on mine as he moves closer, our foreheads colliding in an intimate gesture, more intimate than normal. I hug him, delighting in his gesture. My heart is pounding, I can feel it thundering in my ribcage and ears and, I'm sure, he can hear it too thanks to his senses, which have become so developed by now. I wish I could have them too, just to know what it feels like... the only way I have to feel his heartbeat, at the moment, is to press the palm of my hand against his chest, right at the level of his heart. And it beats so fast, at least as fast as mine, if not faster.
If only I think that it stopped beating when…
I shiver in his embrace and feel tears welling up in my eyes. I hold them tightly, blinking rapidly to try to hold them back, because I don't want to cry right now. I don't want to remember right now that I was one step away from losing him forever. I sigh again, and keep my hand against his heart as I place my lips on his again. Luffy immediately responds to the kiss, maybe he was waiting for nothing else. I, at least, can't wait any longer.
I touch his cheek, deepening the kiss, while he slides his hands lower and lower on my back until they rest on my ass. He grabs my buttocks, squeezing them so hard that it sends a jolt of pleasure through me.
“Oh,” I sigh, pulling away from his mouth. I stay like that, just a few millimeters from his lips, following his movements.
Luffy adjusts his legs better so that I can straddle him, my knees pressed to the floor on either side of his thighs. He pulls my hair, without hurting me, making me tilt my face up so he can kiss my neck. I close my eyes, enthralled by his mouth and his touch, by the little jolts they cause that run down my spine. It feels so good that I want more, I want to feel it more. I press myself against him vehemently, seeking further contact between our bodies. I begin to rock my hips against his until I find his erection. I flinch at the little bite Luffy gave my throat after I moved, so I tease him by moving a little faster against him. I tease him, yes, but I want him so much.
It’s desire that makes me press my pussy against his cock, and that is when I begin to slide over it. I have to bite my lip to keep from screaming as I slide my hips back and forth over his length, the pleasure coming in waves as my clit is tickled by the movement.
“It-it feels so good,” I stammer, hanging my head. The only thing I can see when I do this is Luffy's hair, since he has his forehead resting against my sternum and seems to want to hide from me, but from the way he squeezes my ribs and sighs into my breasts he is just enjoying the sensations of what I am doing. I kiss them, moaning again before sliding backwards with my back and arms. I place my hands on his thighs for more support as I continue to move my hips. The new position also allows me to see better what I'm doing, and I see Luffy imitating me.
The room is dark, lit only by moonlight, and we've been here long enough to be used to the dim light we can see well. My eyes are cast downward, where I can see the tip of his dick peeking out every now and then, wet with the juices I leave on him every time I rock my pussy back and forth. I lick my lips, enchanted by what I see and by the desire I feel to go further. My lips surround him, which is not to be underestimated given his size, and leaning a little more I move forward, making sure that now only the tip of his cock and my clit are touching. Luffy grabs my hips and pushes me onto him, moaning, helping me move faster.
“Oh, God,” I exclaim because of the jolts his tip is causing me. "Oh, damn it!"
“Don’t stop,” he almost orders me, his head tilted upwards.
“I don’t want to stop,” I say. How can I even think about doing that? I’d have to be crazy to stop the sweet torture I’ve trapped both of us.
But he is the crazy one, because not only does he block me and prevent me from continuing to masturbate both of us, but he also makes me fall backwards. He has the presence of mind to at least grab me before I hurt myself, and above all to cover my mouth with one hand to prevent me from screaming.
“Are you out of your mind!” I gasp when I find myself lying back on my kimono and he frees my mouth. “Why did you do that? I was—”
“You?” he asks slyly.
I blush: what was I about to say? Oh, he knows that very well.
“You look beautiful when you’re on top of me,” he murmurs, his thumb pressing against my lips and caressing them lasciviously. “But there’s something I want to try, and I need you here.”
“What?” I say, stunned, but he quickly moves away.
He's so fast that he doesn't give me time to understand what he wants to do, and I only realize it when he's already with his head between my legs while holding them open with his hands.
“Luffy,” I manage to say before I feel his tongue against my lips.
A strangled scream escapes me, and I have to cover my mouth with my hands to stop myself from doing it again. I get the shivers, and my legs start to shake, as if Luffy has found a spot on my body that is capable of automatically starting the tremor. I arch my back, stifling another moan in my throat. I don't think I've ever felt anything like this before... and I'm stupid for thinking that, since Luffy is the first and only person who has ever tried to give me oral sex.
I lower my hands to prop myself up on my elbows, eager to watch what he's doing to my body, even if I run the serious risk of being too loud. I press my lips together, hard, and lock eyes with Luffy's: they're closed, so he doesn't notice that I'm watching him pleasure me, his hands tight on my skin as he circles my hips and ass to hold me still against his mouth. I can hardly move my hips, and I really want to because he's sucking my clit so hard it's almost unbearable to feel. He runs his tongue over it, causing my hips to jerk involuntarily.
“L-luffy!” I almost cry, falling back onto my back.
I can almost hear him laughing against the sensitive skin of my groin, before placing a light kiss. His movements are quick, and he immediately goes back to pleasuring me with his mouth. Damn him, I think, my shortness of breath because of him and his tongue.
He's slow, he seems to want to enjoy every moment and take all the time he needs to continue, but if he continues like this I don't think I can resist for much longer. The tingling sensation in my lower abdomen increases and I moan, longing to feel it grow even more. I arch my neck, fingers starting to play with my nipples to release some tension. A louder cry escapes my throat, because Luffy has joined his fingers to his mouth now, and brings me closer to orgasm. I can feel it now, and it is so close. So close…
“Please, Luffy,” I beg, staring at him. I swing my hips, but he holds me still with one hand and doesn't let me move, he holds me down without giving me the chance to move as I want. But Luffy doesn't stop stimulating me. He slides a finger inside me, pressing the fingertip upwards, and continues to lick my clit. It’s too much now, and it’s this combination that sends me over the edge.
I can't speak, or moan, I can only think about the spot he's found and is stimulating so insistently that it makes me come, literally, on his mouth. I grip the cloth tightly in my hands as an electric shock runs through my body and my pussy. I can't hear anything anymore, not even my own voice. I don't know if I'm screaming too loud. I'm almost afraid to find out, but I have no intention of missing out on the pleasure that comes in waves and makes me tremble all the way to my toes. It feels so good, damn it.
When I come to, I'm out of breath as if I've been running for miles and my heart is pounding, so hard that I have to put my hand on it to make sure it doesn't jump out of my chest. I move my head slightly to the side, and a breath hits my forehead. I open my eyes slightly, finding Luffy's face a short distance from mine. I didn't feel him move, I thought he was still between my legs... but he's still there, or at least his hand is still on my cunt and moving slowly, as if he didn't want to let me go after giving me the best orgasm of my life. I haven't had many, but this was definitely the best.
I moan, feeling something uncomfortable now that the pleasure is gone and the sensitivity has increased. I bring my hand down to stop his, but I don’t push it away: I move it slightly, placing it on my pubic hair. I bring the other one behind his neck to bring him closer to me.
Luffy lets himself be guided, now that he is no longer busy giving me pleasure, and lets himself be kissed: a simple touch of lips, nothing too demanding or exciting, but just feeling my taste on him is enough to make my lower abdomen feel tight again.
How can I want more, now that I don't have the strength to do anything else?
I roll over, lay on my side, and try to push him down to try to lay on top of him. It's not easy, because he seems to be resisting. Why is he doing this?
I succeed after a few more attempts and a few deep kisses, when I stick my tongue in his mouth and his arms can't hold it any longer. He's just leaning back on his elbows, sighing against my lips, when I press myself against his body and caress his shoulders, slowly moving down his chest and abdomen. My fingertips slip just below the edge of the bandages covering his abdomen.
He’s covered in bandages, wraps and plasters: in addition to these and the plasters on his face, there are also those covering his forearms and calves. I'd love to rip them off, but I'm sure if I did, Chopper would be mad at Luffy tomorrow morning for taking them off before he gave him permission. It almost makes me laugh, because Chopper couldn't possibly imagine that I could have done this. But I decide to avoid it, and not to risk triggering an early morning tragedy in Wano.
I pull away from Luffy's mouth, causing him to sigh in frustration that makes me smile. I don't stop kissing him, though, and I start tracing a path with my lips towards his chin, along his neck. I go down on the collarbone, on the pectorals covered by the large scar and on the abs. I take a little longer to kiss the edge of the bandages.
Luffy trembles beneath me, his hands gently touching my hair and shoulders. My hands, instead, caress the line of his hips, follow the ‘v’ that forms the lower part of his abdomen and move down, stopping on his throbbing erection. A guttural sound escapes him as he leans his head back when my hand tightens around his cock. I also let out a groan, because now it seems even bigger than before.
I sit up, watching the grimaces of pleasure that cross his face when I begin to move my hand on him, slowly, reveling in what I manage to provoke in him. My lips are parted, mesmerized by how beautiful he is. My hand stops moving up and down his dick to circle the tip, moving it in circles a couple of times over it before letting my thumb slide over it, where there are already a few drops of his pleasure.
“Fuck,” he growls, bucking his hips against my hand.
The fact that he swears makes me even more excited. I press my thighs together, feeling something wet dripping from my cunt. I'm almost ashamed of the need I feel to experience pleasure again, but I try to ignore it as much as possible. It's hard, but I try.
I follow the movement of his hips and hold him a little tighter, pressing my breasts against his chest. The hard tips touching his hot skin send me into ecstasy. I bite his chin, sucking the sore spot immediately afterwards. Luffy lowers his head abruptly and gives me a rough kiss, made only of tongue and saliva, holding me by the nape of the neck as if he's afraid I might push me away from him. I pull away, short of breath, to look at him again, his eyes half closed with pleasure. His hair is plastered to his forehead with sweat, and I brush it away with my fingers, pressing my lips to it.
“Nami,” he mutters, grabbing my hips. “Stop,” he adds, though his movements seem to contradict his words.
“Why, don’t you like it?” I ask, lasciviously, next to his ear.
“You know-damn it,” he says, his voice strangled and his breathing rapid.
“No, I don’t know,” I play again, licking the delicate skin between his ear and his neck. I press my lips to it and start sucking, simultaneously increasing the speed with which I move my hand on his cock.
This is where he stops me.
He grabs my wrist and squeezes it firmly, not hurting me, but making me understand that I have to stop giving him pleasure. He stares at me with half-closed eyes and open mouth, his chest moving wildly and colliding with mine with every breath. He’s the picture of lust, and I don't understand why he wanted to stop everything. Especially because his cock is still tight in my hand and I can feel it pulsating with pent-up pleasure... I let go and he relaxes before my eyes, closing his eyelids.
I’m worried now. I wonder what's wrong: maybe I was going too fast? Or did he not like what I was doing? But he was literally melting in my hands… again, I don’t understand. But I'm really afraid I hurt him.
I cup his cheek, letting my thumb caress the scar under his eye. “Did-did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you?”
His eyes widen again. “No, Nami. You weren’t hurting me at all,” he murmurs.
"But then, why did you want to stop?"
He smiles crookedly, looking down slightly. “I was afraid I’d end it too soon… before before I can go further, with you,” he admits.
Go further?
“Oh.”
That's what he was worrying about. And I was having a lot of mental worries...
“You… you want to make love with me?” I ask him softly. I smile at him, too, completely touched by the way he’s trying to avoid looking at my face. Maybe I should feel hurt by the way he’s acting, but in reality I feel the exact opposite… I’m happy.
He nods, barely glancing at my face, and straightens up when he sees me smiling at him. “I just… I’ve never done this before. I don’t know how—”
“Never?” I interrupt him before he can say anything else.
He shakes his head. “Is that a problem for you?”
His question throws me off. “No, Luffy, no. It’s just, you know… I thought that there, with the Kuja…” I trail off, my cheeks feeling hot. Here is the answer I was looking for and waiting for, and it is the opposite of what I thought. Again.
“Ah,” he says. He starts scratching the top of his head. "Not that there wasn't a chance... I mean, they were pretty explicit, and Hancock was always asking me to marry her, but I always said no. And Rayleigh kept kicking them off the island where I was training, so, you know..." he's a raging river now, cheekbones red as a pepper.
“Are you telling me that Rayleigh-san saved you from the Amazons’ assault?” I laugh, imagining the scene. Of course, it probably wasn’t that funny to him.
"Why are you laughing?" he asks me, a little piqued.
"It's just that I'm imagining the situation... Luffy, have you ever told Sanji? Maybe he would have wanted to be in your place!"
And now he laughs too, the tension of the moment going away as quickly as it came. “Oh, you’re right! He would have liked that,” he says almost to himself, as if his answer didn’t concern me. He hugs me tightly, placing his palms against my lower back to bring me closer to him. He becomes serious again, suddenly nervous, perhaps because of what he revealed to me earlier. He brushes his lips against my shoulder, just above the pinwheel tattoo, and leaves a kiss that feels like a caress. “You… have you ever been with anyone?”
Now it's my turn to blush again. I'd like to do as he does and bury my face in his neck so as not to show him my expressions, but the position doesn't allow it. I can only lower my gaze so as not to meet his eyes, which I see peering up at me as he waits for me to say something. I nod slightly. “It was before I met you,” I whisper, in the vain hope that he doesn’t hear me.
Luffy doesn't say anything, he stays still and the only thing that tells me he hasn't fallen asleep is the light touch of his fingers brushing my back. He seems to be weighing my answer.
I'm not very proud of what I did in my late teens, when I wandered around the East Blue alone, constantly looking for people to rob to raise money for Arlong. I've never sold myself for money, no, but I've still managed to fleece a couple of poor guys after sleeping with them. I also admit that the little sexual experience I have accumulated was done out of pure, simple curiosity about the act… in short, I wanted to know what it felt like to be with a man. But it didn't take me long to realize that I didn't like sleeping with strangers just for sex. I didn't try again after admitting it to myself.
“You didn’t do it again after that?” he asks me again.
I bite my bottom lip, and shake my head. “I didn’t want to do… this, with someone I didn’t trust,” I say simply.
Now that he knows, that he also knows this part of my past, I let my eyes meet his, which are still staring at me attentively and inquiringly. Luffy blinks a couple of times and leans in, putting his face at my height to brush his lips against mine. I close my eyes at the contact, inhaling sharply through my nose.
“Do you trust me, Nami?” he asks me, and I almost want to punch him because, obviously, he already knows my answer.
He literally saved me, freed my village and myself from Arlong's tyranny, and even climbed a mountain with his bare hands to save my life when I fell ill. I have given my life into his hands: how can I not trust him? We wouldn't be here, naked and wrapped in each other's arms, if I didn't trust him.
I nod, kissing him back on the lips. I give him another, just to let him know that I now trust him for the rest of my existence.
I cling to his shoulders as the kiss grows in intensity, quickly finding myself short of breath and seriously wanting to feel him better against my body. Luffy seems to feel the same way, judging by the way he holds me and the sounds that escape his lips during the kiss. I stop breathing and my eyes widen when, with his tongue, he starts to mimic the act of penetration using my mouth.
Instinct, pure instinct. Luffy has never made love to a woman, but he knows which buttons to push to make her fall at his feet. And I, I suddenly realize, am the woman he chose to share this moment with. Not the Empress of the Amazons, not a girl of her people: but me.
Nami, his Navigator.
He turns me around slightly until my back is parallel to the floor and gently, without stopping kissing me, he lowers me down. Luffy lies on top of me when I'm on the ground and places one hand next to my face, squeezing my breast with the other. I hug him, my hands sliding over his shoulder blades and my nails lightly scratching his skin. He pulls away from my face, from the kiss, panting with his mouth open as he grinds against me. I feel his cock press against my belly and something snaps inside me, so much so that I have to lift my hips to find relief, but relief doesn't come.
My thighs squeeze his hips and I manage to stop him for a tiny moment, just enough to lift my hips a little and let his sex touch mine. We both groan when this happens.
Luffy continues to move, his tip now rubbing against my clit and making me feel that pleasurable sensation again. I'm so wet that it slides easily, giving him the ability to move faster. My eyes close by themselves and I have to force myself to keep them open because the moment is too intense again to even think about losing it. I swallow, stifling another sound in my throat, and reach between our bodies to grab his cock. He’s the one making strangled moans now as I stroke him, slowly, and he presses his forehead against mine.
“I can’t resist,” he tells me.
“Me neither,” I admit, the desire to feel him enter me that has gone well beyond the threshold of endurance.
I arch my back slightly so that his tip is against my slit, and even though I can’t wait for him to enter me, I feel nervous. It’s been a long time since I’ve done this, and to be honest, the size of his cock scares me a little. Could it hurt?
“Luffy?” He looks at me without saying anything, waiting for me to say more. “Can you… can you go slow?” I ask him in a whisper.
He nods, his eyes locked on mine, leaning down to kiss me. He brings a hand to the side of my face and gently encircles it, just as sweet is the kiss he involves me in as, slowly, I feel him making his way inside me.
I wait, a little tense, with my hand still resting next to the point where our bodies are joining, and I squeeze my eyes shut for the sensation of fullness that I can slowly feel growing. Luffy's movement is slow and gentle, and he goes slowly just as I asked him to. He huffs into my face, trying to keep from going too fast. I arch my back even more and throw my head back, keeping myself from moaning again. I don’t feel any pain, not at all. But it's so… oh, I can't define it.
Luffy stops when he's fully inside me, eyes closed to savor the moment. He leans his body almost completely on mine, covering me but not crushing me with his weight. It’s incredible how much gentleness and attention he’s showing me, he who is usually so impulsive and careless about kindnesses and affectionate gestures. He doesn’t seem like the same person. I have my hands on his shoulders and I caress them, with slow and affectionate gestures, feeling him tremble under my touch. A drop of saliva hangs from his lower lip and I lick it off, before kissing him softly.
“Oh my God, Nami,” he croaks, between snorts.
“Are you okay?”
“It’s… perfect,” he says nothing else, just that. He opens his eyes. “How are you?”
In response I place my hands on his hips, then moving to touch the small dimples on his lower back, just above his butt. What do they call them? Venus dimples? I’ve always wanted to touch them so badly… I sigh, pressing my hands on that spot to invite him to push his hips against mine, and I’m reciprocated by the most arousing sound I’ve ever heard.
“Try moving,” I suggest.
He doesn’t have to be told twice.
Luffy begins to rock his hips, just barely moving out of me and then immediately coming back forward. After doing it a couple of times, he seems to have understood how to do it and how to move and becomes more confident in his movements, propping himself up with his hands next to my head to push better. He's a quick learner, Luffy, he's always been that way: damn receptive, when it comes to something that interests him. He looks at me, every now and then, when he can keep his eyes open.
“Ah,” he moans.
I think I'm out of words to describe him now. I just stare at him with half-closed eyes, my teeth clenching my lower lip in a desperate attempt to not let out anything louder than a sigh, but it's a losing proposition from the start. I've even stopped helping him manage his pushing, because he's gotten into his own rhythm and seems to have gained control of everything, including myself. I understand it when, suddenly, he buries himself completely inside me and starts moving his hips in circles, stimulating my clit with the base of his cock.
“Shit!” I exclaim, jerking up against him. I cling to his torso, my mouth wide open and pressed against his chest. I pant against his skin, my eyes squeezed shut to absorb all the pleasure.
“Don’t scream!” he scolds me.
Damn him. “This is all your fault! You—” I can’t continue, my brain switching off as soon as he starts thrusting again.
I fall back down, my arms no longer seeming to have the strength to hold on to him. But I continue to touch his chest and scratch him, finding myself wanting to feel him again: more, above all, I want to feel him more.
Luffy obliges me, lowering himself with his arms to lie back on top of me, in the same position he was in when he started to penetrate me, and he grazes my head with the tips of his fingers. His breathing is rapid, right against my lips, and I can't resist raising my head to steal another kiss. I tighten my grip on his biceps, the skin giving way beneath my fingers and sagging just a little from being made of rubber. I am always amazed at how his body can be so solid and soft at the same time. Gomu Gomu… what a strange Devil Fruit.
And he had to eat it, of all people?
I tighten my grip on his arms and arch my back to better meet his thrusts, but Luffy chooses this very moment to stop. I open my eyes, annoyed. My breathing is fast and I can't say anything at the moment, so I try to understand something by looking at his face, but he seems to have put on a mask. He's breathing rapidly, too, with little frown lines on his forehead and between his eyebrows, the only signs that let me know he's a little tense. More than a little.
He stops while he's buried completely inside me, and I feel him so much and so good that it would already be enough to drive me crazy… but I want more. It feels better when he’s moving. I wish he would start again right away, but he doesn't.
“Luffy,” I whine, rocking my hips against his to feel him more, and just as a small jolt of pleasure shoots through my pussy, he presses his hips against mine, preventing me from trying again.
He stops me from doing anything, and it's frustrating. I move my legs, pressing my feet against his ass to invite him to move. It's no use, because he's solid as a rock. I want to kick him… if only I could. I groan, suddenly as capricious as a child who has had her favorite toy taken away.
Bad allusion, Nami.
“I hate you!” I let him know.
Luffy bursts out laughing, pressing his lips to the tip of my nose. “You’re so horny, Nami. Don’t you like it?” he teases me.
"What do you think?"
“I like it a lot. I want to stay like this for a while.”
Okay, he's gone crazy.
No way I'm going to stay with his dick in my cunt doing nothing.
I moan, terribly frustrated, feeling the desire and need to continue making love to him growing by the second. I could also give myself pleasure, just reach my clit with my fingers… but Luffy is pressed so hard against me that I can’t do it. I raise my eyebrows, desperately trying to find a solution to my problem.
And then I get there…
I can already hear myself singing in victory as I meet his gaze once more. I try not to let him know anything, I just wrap my arms around his shoulders and bring my lips to his for another kiss. Nothing too daring, even though the temptation is strong, because I want to keep the surprise effect. I make a louder than usual smack when I kiss his upper lip, just for fun, and as I do so I tighten my muscles around his cock.
The reaction comes immediately: Luffy jolts in my arms, abruptly pulling away from my lips.
That's exactly what I wanted, and it was beautiful. I don't even give him time to recover before I start to tighten rhythmically around him again. My eyes close, new tremors run through my lower abdomen and little shivers make goosebumps appear on my arms. It's not quite the same, but it feels good. More than good. And Luffy seems to like it, too, judging by the little sighs I feel against my cheek.
“Don’t stop. Keep going… keep going,” he breathes, before kissing me.
I do as he tells me, trying to increase the pace a little too. But it gets difficult after a while, and it doesn't satisfy me anymore. I really need him to push again, and I try to make him understand that by pressing my feet back into his butt. This time he feels me and obliges, starting to move in small strokes. Sharp, repeated, and rather intense. I moan loudly every time he does it, so much so that he is forced to silence me with another kiss.
Soon he speeds up his movements and his mouth is no longer enough to keep me quiet: I place a hand over my mouth, biting the skin of my palm and rolling my eyes at every thrust after he lifts himself up and straightens his back to tower over me. He stops thrusting for a second, just long enough to lift me off the floor so I'm better aligned against his pelvis, then he starts moving again, keeping his hands tight on my hips. In this position, I feel him rubbing a very specific spot and it's beautiful.
“Don’t stop,” I pant, before covering my mouth again so I don’t scream. Sweat is running down my back, from my neck to my nape, and even though I’m uncomfortable, I want him to continue. I want him to continue stimulating that delicious spot he’s found inside me…
But Luffy doesn't seem to hear my pleas: he looks absent, his eyes closed and his head slightly tilted towards the ceiling. He moans softly, his mouth slightly open, his facial features distorted and relaxed at the same time as he moves jerkily inside me. I feel him hold me tighter, his fingers digging into the flesh of my hips and ass and hurting a little, but all I feel in the end is more excitement. I'll definitely have bruises on those spots tomorrow, but I don't care. I can't stop looking at his face in the throes of the peak of pleasure that I'm almost sure he's about to reach.
A hoarse gurgle escapes his throat, followed by a tremor that shakes his body and makes him almost stagger; his hands pin me against his pelvis as he continues to thrust like a madman, and I feel something warming my insides. I still have my eyes fixed on his face as this all happens, amazed by the sight of Luffy reaching orgasm… while his hair and eyebrows suddenly turn white. Luffy lowers his head, shaking, hips moving slightly as his peak fades. He hides his face from me, making all I can see is his hair. They're strange, they wave like flames and… is it possible? They also appear longer.
The tightness in my chest tells me that I stopped breathing I don’t know how long ago, because of what I saw. I start breathing again, and the next moment Luffy collapses on top of me, his cheek pressed against my chest as he tries to regulate his breathing. Against my ribcage, I can feel his heart beating at a strange rhythm. I don’t move, afraid to do something.
I've seen this kind of thing in him before, and it was last week, during the Onigashima raid.
It was right after that beast of Kaido announced to all of us still fighting that Luffy had been killed, and he was the one who did it. But, apparently, he was just lying: he was just lying, because Marco and the others were able to perceive his life energy again and the fight between the two of them resumed. And suddenly, among the debris of the ceiling that was falling on us, his figure appeared: completely dressed in white, with equally white hair that was waving in the air just as it continues to do even now.
But there’s no wind here, I think, shocked and amazed at the way his hair has looked. They're right in front of my eyes, and some strands even touch my chin. The fear of being burned is banished as quickly as it came: although they look like flames, they don’t burn. It’s… it’s all very strange indeed. Carefully, I raise a hand and dip it into the white locks, and in doing so I also discover that they have a different consistency than normal hair should have. They are still hair, yes, but they are so light. And they slip between my fingers when I try to hold them, as if they had a life of their own.
What the hell did he do?
A light touch on the tip of my breast, maybe a kiss, lets me know that Luffy has recovered enough from the orgasm he just had; he moves on me, lazily, caressing my waist, while he turns his head and lifts it slightly to rest his chin against my sternum. He looks at me, smiling blissfully, his eyes a different color than the usual, familiar black I’ve known for almost three years.
Are they… red?
I am about to ask him what this new look of his means when everything disappears in a flash. The white turns back to black, his eyes are no longer red and his hair falls down, on his forehead, returning to its usual mess and its usual length.
Luffy's face returns to the same as always, that of my silly Captain, and not that of… well, I don't know for sure. But I’m glad to be able to touch his hair again without having to wonder what’s weird about it. My light touch makes him close his eyes again and tilt his face slightly, resting his cheek against my breast. I hug him, placing a light kiss on the spot where my fingers had been a moment before.
I look at his face, his closed eyes and his barely parted lips as he sleeps. His face is turned toward me, one arm outstretched as a pillow and the other wrapped around my waist.
He's been sleeping for a while, ever since we stopped making love, and tiredness almost immediately got the better of him. He's always so charged, so full of energy that I didn't think he could collapse so easily. It's funny, on the one hand, knowing that having sex with me completely drains his energy, much more than what happens during a battle. But maybe, I remember, he got so tired because of the fight against Kaido. He only regained consciousness this morning, after all… maybe it's still too early. Maybe he needs to rest more.
Mindful of this, I watch him sleep without trying to move, or make even the slightest noise that might disturb his sleep. I could sleep too, it’s still the dead of night after all, and the dark sky I see outside the window tells me that there are still several hours left before morning comes. I'm a little sleepy, but I don't want to sleep yet. I've discovered something I enjoy doing more than just sleeping, and that's watching Luffy sleep.
I smile slightly, settling myself better against his arm; the movement doesn't seem to bother him, and this pushes me to dare a little more to go and place my hand on his chest, on the X-shaped scar of the burn, where I can feel his heart beating at a regular, normal rhythm, and no longer with that strange drum-like sound that I heard before. Not even this gesture bothers him. He really is a heavy sleeper… or, again, it’s just tiredness that has made him collapse more than usual.
Before falling asleep, however, he stayed to keep me company just long enough to give me a new orgasm: somehow, between his strange transformation and the moment he returned to normal, he realized that I had not been able to come like him and he made an effort to ensure that I too would reach that pleasant peak again. I, to be honest, wasn't even thinking about it, but I'd be a hypocrite if I said I didn't appreciate the effort he put into getting me back there. I loved it. And I loved the gestures, the ways he addressed me, my body, the gentleness with which he touched me… I felt precious, and fragile in his hands.
It was almost like… he loved me. Even though I don’t know how a man in love behaves.
Luffy moves his head slightly and takes a deep breath, stretching his arms, and I curse myself for doing anything to disturb him from his sleep. He opens one eye, his left one, and looks at me. He notices that I'm awake, and that I'm staring back at him.
“Why aren’t you sleeping?” he asks me with a thick voice. “Are you sick, Nami?”
I shake my head, smiling at him to reassure him.
I'm sorry to have disturbed him, but now that he's awake I can move as I want and the first thing I do is to hug him, going to put one hand on his arm and the other on his chest.
He hugs me in a rush, almost curling up against me, to the point that he wedges his legs between mine. It's a very intimate position, and I've never been hugged like this by a man who didn't have ulterior motives as a goal. Luffy doesn't seem to have any, other than going back to sleep. Or cuddle me. He lazily strokes my back and sighs, his eyes half-closed and a light smile on his lips as he looks at me. He looks like a boy who wants to get up to mischief, which is his usual everyday expression, and he’s never seemed so cute as he does now. He’s handsome, I dare say.
I wonder if that’s the way the Empress of the Amazons looks at him.
I caress his smile with my thumb, feeling his light breathing tickle my fingertip. I have a terrible desire to kiss him, again and again, until I wear out his lips. I don't do it, though, remembering what I was thinking until a moment ago: he's tired, he still has the after-effects of the battle in his body and he needs to rest. My needs can very well wait until tomorrow morning.
But a kiss can't hurt that much, right?
And so I approach him, giving him a kiss on the lips that warms my belly and my heart. Just this, a small contact that helps me remember again what there was between us tonight.
For all I know, tomorrow morning everything between us could change: we could want to continue being together, as close as we are now, or the opposite could happen and we would want to forget everything, as if nothing had ever happened. I might regret joining my Captain, making love to him… I might, but I don’t now. I'm happy to be here with him, and I'm happy to be able to feel him against my body as he slowly falls back asleep.
Luffy kisses my forehead, muttering something indistinct as he drifts back to sleep, and by the way he tightens his grip on my back, his fingers tangling with mine, he doesn’t want to, has no intention of letting me go either. He won’t leave me alone when he wakes up tomorrow morning.
My eyes bask in his peaceful expression for the last time before closing, lulled by the rhythm of his breathing and the warmth of his embrace, longing to find myself here again when I wake up in a few hours.
I find myself longing for more nights like this.