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She wakes to the feeling of warm fingers trailing down her stomach, tracing along the toned planes of her abdomen.
Sighing sleepily, Katara buries her face in her pillow, relishing in the feeling of the contrast of his burning skin against the coolness of her own. She feels him pressing his lips to her bare shoulder as his fingers continue making their journey downward, toying along her hips, his thumb leaving sparks in its wake. He chuckles behind her, the hand not traveling down her body palming at one of her breasts, hot hand kneading flesh as she releases a breathy moan.
Finally, his hand travels lower, his fingers reaching her curls towards her folds. His thumb circles her clit, teasing her senselessly, her breath catching in her throat.
“Zuko,” she moans, grinding her hips against him, feeling his length already stiff against her thigh.
“Shh, Katara,” he whispers against her ear, his fingers still making work of her sensitive bud. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you. Let me make you feel good.”
“You always make me feel good,” she replies, stifling another moan against her pillow, feeling the way Zuko’s hot fingers play her, plucking away like an instrument.
“Don’t hide your sounds from me, love,” he tells her gently, pressing his lips to the juncture of her neck. “Let me hear you.”
“Please, Zuko,” she begs, her own hand moving behind her to grab his thigh, fingers digging into his skin.
“Please, what?” he asks,his voice raspy. “Tell me what you want, love.”
“Touch me, Zuko, please,” she breathes, feeling him smirk against her neck.
Without saying anything, Zuko slides a finger between her folds, causing Katara to moan in pleasure, not even bothering to hide her sounds; Zuko wants to hear her. He’s always loved hearing her fall apart around him, loved hearing her calling out his name as he worships her.
He builds a steady pace, his thumb still rubbing her clit, his teeth nipping along the skin of her neck, definitely leaving marks in their wake. His cock teases from behind her, but Katara dares not move, knowing that Zuko will take care of her just like he always does.
“You’re so wet for me, Katara,” he says, adding another finger inside of her, pulling a mewl from Katara’s lips. “So ready for me to please you.”
Katara doesn’t reply, just moves her hips against his fingers, craving the friction they create.
His fingers curl inside her, hitting that spot inside her that almost causes her to scream.
“Please, Zuko, more,” she begs, bucking her hips against her fingers, squeezing her eyes shut as she feels the sensation coiling in her belly, white hot from within.
“Anything for you, love,” Zuko replies, kissing her temple before picking up the pace of his fingers, his thumb still massaging her clit.
She loves how she feels with him, how he takes his time with her while also bending to her every will. Though he is more dominant in bed, Zuko gives into Katara’s pleasure, never questioning what makes her feel good, what makes her fall apart faster.
Her back arches against him, her fingers digging into Zuko’s thigh so hard that her nails will be leaving marks against his pale skin.
“I’m so close, so close,” she cries, unable to focus on anything else besides Zuko’s fingers inside of her, his cock pressed into her thigh.
“Are you going to come for me?” he asks her, his voice husky with desire. “Are you going to come all over my fingers?”
“Yes, Zuko, yes,” she babbles, her hips rutting up against his fingers as he adds a third, pleasure running down her spine. “Oh, fuck, yes, right there, Zuko.”
“Come for me, love,” Zuko tells her.
Finally, Katara is shattering around him, her walls fluttering around his fingers as white spots dance in her vision. Her back arches further away from him as his fingers work her through her orgasm. Zuko whispers praises in her ear, his voice low and raspy, full with want.
When she comes down from her orgasm, Katara is breathing heavily as she settles against him. He slowly slides his fingers from her pussy, pressing another gentle kiss to her temple as he does.
“Well, good morning to you too,” she teases lightly, tilting her head up to face him fully.
He just smirks, leaning down to kiss her lips, his hand stroking up and down her thigh, his fingers still slick with her arousal.
As she stares up at him, she registers that his hand leaves her thigh, traveling up her body. With his eyes locked onto hers, he places his fingers in his mouth, lips curling around them, sucking gently.
“Fuck, love,” he groans, removing his fingers from his mouth, “you taste so good.”
Katara licks her lips, feeling the heat pooling in her belly as she watches him licking her slick from his fingers, his tongue darting between his lips sensually.
“Fuck,” she exclaims, turning her body so that she can climb on top of him, pushing his back against the mattress.
She presses a searing kiss to his lips, her tongue sweeping the seam of his lips, begging for entry. When he opens up to her, she tastes herself on his tongue. He swallows her moan, his hand flying to the back of her head, fingers curling in her hair and giving it a light tug. Katara straddles his hips, her knees pressing up against him as she trails her hands down his body, feeling the planes and ridges of his abdomen, the slight jut of his hips. His length digs into her, the tip weeping precum.
Katara pulls away from his lips, leaning down towards his scarred ear. “I want your cock inside me,” she whispers, grinding her hips down against him. “I want to ride you until I come apart on your cock. I want to milk every last drop from you.”
“Fuck, Katara,” Zuko whimpers, his grip in her hair tightening. “You can do whatever you want to me, love, take me however you need.”
Katara braces her hands on his shoulders, lifting herself up on her knees to line herself up with his cock. Zuko uses his hand to guide her, his head lolling against the pillow as Katara begins to slowly sink herself onto him, a moan escaping their lips in unison.
When she finally bottoms out, Katara throws her head back, her fingers finding purchase on Zuko’s shoulders. Both of his hands settle on her waist, fingers pressing deeply into her skin.
They take a minute to breathe together, Zuko staring up at Katara, his eyes blown with lust.
Slowly, Katara rolls her hips, feeling Zuko’s hot hands grip her harder. A hiss escapes from between his teeth, but he doesn’t say anything. Katara leans down, kissing along Zuko’s scar, feeling his breath against her neck.
“Move, Katara,” Zuko hisses, voice breaking.
Katara obliges, rolling her hips again, savoring the way Zuko’s cock stretches her pussy. She tightens around him, causing Zuko to groan, his head falling back against the pillow as he raises his hips to meet hers.
“I love how you fill me,” Katara exclaims, raising herself off of his cock before sliding down again. “Love how you move inside me.”
Suddenly, Zuko sits up, his cock shifting. She gasps at the new angle, wrapping her legs around his waist as she continues to roll her hips against him.
Zuko’s hot mouth is on her breast, teeth nipping the sensitive skin around her nipple. His hands travel up to her ribs, thumbs massaging circles against her sweat-slicked skin. Katara releases a wanton moan, relishing in the way his cock hits that spot inside her, his hips keeping up with the pace she set.
“Right there, right there,” she babbles, riding him faster, her hands gripping his biceps, nails digging into his skin. “Fuck, yes, Zuko. Right - oh, fuck.”
“You’re so fucking beautiful, love,” Zuko moans on her nipple, tongue swiping against the sensitive peak. “So beautiful on top of me. I wish you could see yourself, wish you could watch yourself fall apart on my cock.”
“Yes, Zuko yes,” Katara cries, throwing her head back as she picks up a more brutal pace, feeling her toes curling at the precipice of her orgasm. “I love your big cock, love the way you fill me up.”
Zuko switches to Katara’s opposite breast, repeating the motion of nipping and licking, his tongue leaving sparks on her skin.
Katara’s screaming his name when she comes, though Zuko continues to fuck her through her orgasm.
When she finishes, Katara suddenly finds herself on her back, her legs still wrapped around Zuko’s waist as he cages her head with his arms. He presses a fiery kiss to her lips, mostly teeth and tongue, as he pistons into her whispering dirty praises in her ear. Katara cries out, nails scraping against his back, tracing along old scars.
Finally he’s spilling deep inside her, her names on his lips. She tightens her legs around his waist, keeping them connected as he comes.
He presses his forehead against hers, their breaths intermingling as they breathe heavily, both of their chests heaving. Katara’s hands move down Zuko’s sweat-slicked body, fingers tracing his back, his hips, his ribs, his stomach. She removes her legs from around his waist, her legs boneless as they fall against the mattress.
Zuko is still inside her when he presses a light kiss to her forehead, one hand stroking down her cheek.
“Good morning,” he whispers against her, causing Katara to laugh.
He grins down at her, tucking a sweaty curl behind her ear before finally pulling out of her. Katara whimpers at the loss of contact, feeling his cum dripping down her leg.
He settles on the bed beside her, laying on his stomach and throwing an arm around Katara, pulling her close to him. Again, he kisses her temple, his lips warm.
“I think that was a nice surprise to wake up to,” Katara comments smugly, cuddling into him.
“Hmm,” Zuko agrees, his eyes falling closed as he smiles against her temple. “I just wanted to make sure you knew how appreciated you were as soon as you woke up.”
“Do you think we can lie in bed a little bit longer?”
“I think we can make that happen,” Zuko states, his thumb rubbing circles against her side.
Katara shuts her eyes, settling herself up against Zuko’s side, his warm body pressed against hers.