Nervous | Aonung

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Ka'nu POV

I'm just teasing him. Aonungs never going to win this bet, I'll make sure of it. And I'll do whatever I have to.

"Who's winning?" I ask innocently.

"You haven't admitted it yet but, me," Aonung shrugs, smiling.

"Oh baby," I hold his face in my hands. "Your going to lose."

"Is that a promise?" He asks.

"Depends on whether or not your going to keep lying to yourself," I smile, leaning in to kiss him.

He hums into the kiss as he grips my waist a little tighter. I move one of my hands that was on his face to rest on his thigh.

I just teasingly brush my fingers across his loincloth, stretching tightly over his swelling bulge. That makes him swallow hard and blink a few times. He opens his mouth to speak again but finds himself short of words.

"What's wrong? Nervous?" I say into the kiss.

My hand leaves his crotch and moves up to his abs, much to Aonung's frustration, which I ignore, because I just want to enjoy touching the rest of his body. But even my thumb, gently caressing the area below his navel, is making him more impatient.

He groans into my mouth, seeking friction and pressing against my hips. I smile into the kiss, knowing I'm going to win.

I entwine my fingers into the hair at the back of his head, feeling his hands reach up to my hips and brush over my silhouette. I make myself a little lighter in his lap, giving his bulge space to grow even more. And I love to tease it with just a subtle grinding of my hips.

"When you give in," Aonung hesitantly pulls back from the kiss. "I'll make it worth your while for the whole week."

Tempting

"I can make it worth your while right now," I smirk, looking at him with siren eyes as I began to untie his loincloth.

I press my forehead to his, rolling him onto his back and straddling his waist. He's looking into my eyes, palms slowly sliding up my waist. A low hum rumbles in his chest, and he shifts in place, making himself comfortable. His gaze follows his palms as they cup both of my boobs and squeeze them gently, thumbs brushing over my nipples.

He reaches behind my neck and unclips the clasp that holds up my top, making it drop onto his chest and so I move it out of the way.

"I love your tits..." He whispers making eye contact with me.

Aonung

I lift my upper body, palms dragging over his smooth chest and stomach until I sit straight in his lap. I lean back, arching my body slightly and propping myself up on his knees, my tits perked up and ass slowly grinding on the base of his cock, causing his tip to jerk with arousal.

"Oh, great mother," Aonung breathes out, chuckling softly at the realization that he won't last long.

He places both of his palms on my hips, guiding my body to sway smoothly on top of him.

I enjoy watching his transfixed, flustered face. He's so pretty himself with his parted lips, heaving chest, and concentrated face. It makes me want to fuck his brain out.

He began untying my loincloth, quickly, and another twitch of his cock reminds me of how hard and thick he's grown, and that's the last straw.

"My Eywa, come here..." He grabs me by the small of my back and aligns his dick with my entrance, helping me to slowly sink onto his tip.