[ it's only when she's already said the words out loud that something in her begins to wonder how they could have possibly slipped out from her so easily. tifa isn't in the habit of saying such lewd phrases, or to even fall into such sultry pleas, mostly because her sexual experiences prior to her stay at the resort hadn't exactly been anything thrilling enough to even keep to memory. but there's something inspiring in the way that sanji looks at her with those stormy eyes, those previously soft blues now swirling with a thunderous lust, colliding his mouth to hers with an impatient desperation that would leave an outsider to question which of them is caught under this heat, how he utters so deeply about her cunt, about how wet she is. the words sink beneath her skin, making her hotter still, like the filthy language from his lips alone could coax out another overwhelming wave of slick from between her legs.
but it isn't words alone that he gives her, not when his fingers provide a fierce relentless grind, providing her a firm serving hand to buck against, a solid weight pressed to her skin, thick fingers massaging the length of her folds. between that and his dirty phrases, her own whimper out without filter, moans bouncing against the elevator's walls as she begs for more.
it's difficult to say much else, while her world seems to be spinning, while she's so dizzy with the pleasure he's giving her that she'd waited such a long stretch across the resort for, all the way from the cardinal. especially as his lips continue to chase her like a messy dance, not entirely coordinated but entirely caring either, like any grazing pass of their mouths is enough to sate for a second before another kiss is needed. she can feel the swelling of her own lips, the lipstick likely plenty smudged by now, but all her care is solely on the sensation of his invasive tongue as she tries to lap at it with her own whenever he thrusts it into her mouth, swallowing the endless withdrawal of moans from her throat.
and then he takes her hand down to the front of his pants and she gasps a soft sound as she feels the thick bulging press of his erection nudging against her palm.
between his dirty confessions (wanna fuck you that badly) and the sudden penetration from a triple set of fingers directly into her cunt, tifa isn't sure what draws out the louder moan, her other hand clutching tight to the back of his neck as she rolls her hips against that desired stimulation, trying to figure out how to even straighten her own thoughts while he's fucking her with his fingers. ]
Sanji, Iβ I'mβ [ it isn't a gentle massage or maybe she's supposed to be a better tease about it, but there's a shamelessness in the way her hand begins to rub over his crotch, fingers wrapping to map out its outline with ease, tracing the shape with firm strokes. ] I want your cock, Sanji, I wantβ fuck, I want it in me. [ her voice is shaky on nearly every word, trying to breathe it out while she's being stretched by his fingers. but she has enough coordination for her to reach up, blindly trying to figure out how to work open his pants with a single hand before bringing down the other to hastily join the task, her eyes peering up and down between her working fingers and the dark hunger of his gaze. ] I want to feel how you want me. [ an honest thought, with such a strangeness that she doesn't understand, to feel this burst of hungry, erotic curiosity around this man she barely knows. giving a forceful tug to pry open his pants once the zipper is lowered, she looks to his eyes, half in apology, half in affirmation for his allowance as she reaches in past the layers, feeling for the bare fullness of his shaft to guide out his cock.
she swallows, the squeeze of her soaking cunt around his pressed fingers signaling the insatiable desire that rises in holding that thickness in her hand, thumb rubbing to feel that beading smear of precum at the tip of its head. ] You're soβ you're so hard. [ she presses her mouth to his again, with needy desperation in the chase of it. ] Tell me again, please? Tell me you're so hard because of me. Tell me you want me wet like this around your cock. I wantβ want to feel you hard like this inside me.
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but it isn't words alone that he gives her, not when his fingers provide a fierce relentless grind, providing her a firm serving hand to buck against, a solid weight pressed to her skin, thick fingers massaging the length of her folds. between that and his dirty phrases, her own whimper out without filter, moans bouncing against the elevator's walls as she begs for more.
it's difficult to say much else, while her world seems to be spinning, while she's so dizzy with the pleasure he's giving her that she'd waited such a long stretch across the resort for, all the way from the cardinal. especially as his lips continue to chase her like a messy dance, not entirely coordinated but entirely caring either, like any grazing pass of their mouths is enough to sate for a second before another kiss is needed. she can feel the swelling of her own lips, the lipstick likely plenty smudged by now, but all her care is solely on the sensation of his invasive tongue as she tries to lap at it with her own whenever he thrusts it into her mouth, swallowing the endless withdrawal of moans from her throat.
and then he takes her hand down to the front of his pants and she gasps a soft sound as she feels the thick bulging press of his erection nudging against her palm.
between his dirty confessions (wanna fuck you that badly) and the sudden penetration from a triple set of fingers directly into her cunt, tifa isn't sure what draws out the louder moan, her other hand clutching tight to the back of his neck as she rolls her hips against that desired stimulation, trying to figure out how to even straighten her own thoughts while he's fucking her with his fingers. ]
Sanji, Iβ I'mβ [ it isn't a gentle massage or maybe she's supposed to be a better tease about it, but there's a shamelessness in the way her hand begins to rub over his crotch, fingers wrapping to map out its outline with ease, tracing the shape with firm strokes. ] I want your cock, Sanji, I wantβ fuck, I want it in me. [ her voice is shaky on nearly every word, trying to breathe it out while she's being stretched by his fingers. but she has enough coordination for her to reach up, blindly trying to figure out how to work open his pants with a single hand before bringing down the other to hastily join the task, her eyes peering up and down between her working fingers and the dark hunger of his gaze. ] I want to feel how you want me. [ an honest thought, with such a strangeness that she doesn't understand, to feel this burst of hungry, erotic curiosity around this man she barely knows. giving a forceful tug to pry open his pants once the zipper is lowered, she looks to his eyes, half in apology, half in affirmation for his allowance as she reaches in past the layers, feeling for the bare fullness of his shaft to guide out his cock.
she swallows, the squeeze of her soaking cunt around his pressed fingers signaling the insatiable desire that rises in holding that thickness in her hand, thumb rubbing to feel that beading smear of precum at the tip of its head. ] You're soβ you're so hard. [ she presses her mouth to his again, with needy desperation in the chase of it. ] Tell me again, please? Tell me you're so hard because of me. Tell me you want me wet like this around your cock. I wantβ want to feel you hard like this inside me.