Ragged, muffled moans emanated from Zoro’s bedroom, but so lost in the throes of passion, neither of you cared if the crew happened to overhear.
Your whole body shook, the frantic assault on your clit by Zoro’s tongue sending pleasurable sparks through your nervous system. Knees weak, barely holding you up from either side of his shoulders, you tried your best to focus any remaining brain power on lavishing his length with equal attention.
You’re rewarded with a groan, low in Zoro’s throat, as you take him deeper. His hips push upwards, seeking more in an effort to reach orgasm. Your hand pumps his base, lips sucking and tongue swirling around his tip every time you lift your head up, only to drop back down and do it again and again.
The room felt a hundred degrees, skin slicked with sweat. The bed creaked with every shift of your hips on Zoro’s face, wanting so desperately to reach your peak. You were both so close, on the verge of sweet bliss.
A particularly sharp intake of breath through Zoro’s nose, and the frantic way he began thrusting upwards into your mouth made you aware that he was teetering right on the precipice of ecstasy, yourself not far behind. And when he began circling your clit with his thumb in addition to his tongue, you found yourself hurtling rapidly to the same destination. Your moans hike in volume, his own just as debauched.
Your mind goes blank as your orgasm hits, thighs and arms shaking as the pleasure wracks through your body, your lover’s tongue lapping up all he can of your flowing juices. Zoro’s fingers tighten around your ass as he stills, spilling himself into your warm and awaiting mouth. The salty taste is pleasant, but the sheer amount nearly makes you gag. There’s so much…
You release him from your mouth and Zoro’s head falls back to the bed. The room goes silent, save for your panting breaths to recover the air you needed to fill your lungs.
Zoro helps you to shift yourself around so that he can kiss you, your tastes mixing in your mouths. It’s slow and adoring, too tired to be much more than an exhausted comfort. No words are exchanged, both of you too tired. An exchange of gentle gazes is enough to communicate all you need to say.
Heavy eyelids quickly take you both into a lull, followed soon after by a heavy sleep, the warmth from your naked bodies negating the need for a blanket.
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