It's better than he could have ever imagined. The feel of your skin under his fingers, and the scratch of your nails on his arms. Painful. Desperate. As if he'd somehow disappear if you let go for even a second.
Bodies moving in synch, his eyes roam the expanse of your naked chest, caressing the curve of your bouncing breasts and the arch of your back with his gaze as you take him so well. Beautiful. As if you could be anything but. He can't look away, at the sight only he is lucky enough to see.
The hitch in your breath, the way your moans take on a new pitch, higher and airy, Law can't help but groan. Everything about you, from the way your body was practically made to fit his cock, to your dreamy half-lidded gaze fixed on his face was a dream. In all the months of pining, of longing and wondering, nothing prepared him for the way you looked. A precious sight. A treasure.
He wants to prolong it, to make it last and savor this feeling of filling you, of feeling the way your walls clench and throb around his sensitive member, but he's so close. He's close and so are you, and no matter how much he wants to hold back, the electricity is building.
By the time he rouses from the tempestuous dream, sweaty and trembling from the phantom feeling of you still around his cock, he groans and rolls over onto his side.
His cabin is still dark, the thrum of the submarine's air circulator covering the noise of his strife. He shoves his face into his pillow, hand jerking downwards to give his cock the last 2 strokes it needs to spare it the painful teetering on the edge of orgasm. He cums with a strangled, choked whimper.
The realization that he'd have to clean the sheets is a dull afterthought in the blissful relief of ejaculation, feeling his muscles relax from being so wound up and tense. He's boneless, waiting for his own breath and heartbeat to catch up to his as the fog of sleep completely dissipates.
This was bad. His growing feelings for you had so far been held at bay, but with the rising frequency of these erotic dreams, he was finding it extremely difficult to look you in the face and pretend as if they hadn't happened. Flashes of your naked body, expression blown wide with lust...
Law shook his head, finally sitting up from the bed and huffing a breath. He'd have to face you in a few hours. Somehow. But before then, he really needed a shower.
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