Calm Before The Storm, Jake Sully

039, Late Night Talking!

♯┆calm before the storm  .ᐟ
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The mangrove-like jungle behind them became their private place to have a conversation. It was secluded compared to the ocean surrounding Awa'atlu. Behind the beach, the place their Ikran's rested. The humidity was strong and sticky, a heat that was unbearable for most. But, it was a settling and pleasant place for Denahi and Jake to have private conversations.

Denahi visited the jungle often to see to the Ikran, wanting to mount Riti but knowing it would not impress the Metkayina. Instead, she settled for dipping her feet into a little pond that had been buried within, "You can tell me anything, Ma'Jake. You know I am not here to judge any of you."

Jake sighed. A sigh full of disappointment towards himself. He thought adapting would have been much easier for him because he had done this before. Jake learnt the differences between humans and Na'vi's. Why couldn't he learn this?

"I know that you are struggling..." Denahi mentioned before Jake sat beside her. He took her hands into his, him revelling the soft skin against his rough hands. "I am Toruk Makto. I should be able to do anything," He began to explain to Denahi.

Her ears twitched, announcing to Jake that she was hearing him out. "I feel... I'm..." But, he couldn't put it into words because he didn't know how to explain it. Finding it hard to show his emotions. And Denahi knew that, Denahi knew him. "Practice makes perfect..." Not everyone can be perfect at first attempt.

He smiled up at her. All he had to do was give himself more time. Time to correct and adjust. "I see you," Jake whispered against her ear. "I see you," He lifted her head with his fingertips, meeting those golden eyes.

Jake leaned his head close to hers, attaching their lips together. It wasn't rushed. Compassionate and desperate. Like he needed this, he needed her. Denahi breathed in his scent, noticing the salt water had started to attach to his flesh. But, to Jake, Denahi still smelt the same as the forest. His hands pulled her atop of him. Digging fingertips into her plush thighs.

And when she settled on one of his thighs, a gasp escaped her throat. Stimulation began as Jake rocked her hips against his thigh.

Oh, he was desperate. Desperate to feel her again, to hear her moan into his ear. To feel how good he can make her feel. Jake pulled back, witnessing how Denahi fastened her eyes shut— palms moving to rest against his shoulders for some support.

Jake felt the craving within her movements. Denahi placing full pressure onto the thick of his thigh, her hips rocking frantically. Denahi's teeth biting back whimpers and moans. And Jake wasn't happy when he noticed that, he leaned back against the ground before deciding to bounce his thigh.

"Fuck..." Denahi whispered. Jake smiled at the profanity— knowing she had learned the particular word from him. And, when her humping became more ragged, Jake knew that she was close to cumming.

He desired her. Desired to feel her around him. But, for the moment, Jake would allow Denahi to have her fun. He leaned forwards, tongue licking down her neck before nibbling on her smooth flesh. Jake glanced down at his slick-covered thigh, how her rough loincloth created more friction, "Feels... Feels so good, Ma'Jake... So good."

And when she become more sloppy, his leg stopped bouncing. Denahi whimpered at the missing friction, begging him to move again. However, Jake had a different plan in mind. Both palms lifted her up from his thigh, one hand skilfully removing her loincloth.

Jake was intoxicated. Teasing her entrance with the tip of his dick. He was sensitive, too sensitive. Hissing at the feeling.

And then he sank her down. Jake didn't waste another second, filling her up immediately. Denahi gasped at the sudden fullness, knowing he hadn't been patient.

She chocked on quiet sobs, Jake holding her still to allow her to adjust. But, he couldn't wait. It felt sinful to wait. Denahi was too warm, too velvety around his dick. A slickness that only he could feel, his hips snapped up and Denahi cried out.

Jake slammed his hips into hers, the rough motion making her bounce on him. Denahi's eyes tightened shut, her jaw hung low.

He was thankful nobody surrounded them as he was sure the volume of Denahi's squeals would be heard. His fingers pulled at her hair, snapping her head back. Jake noticed Denahi's eyes full of desire— lust.

That alone was enough to break him, "Fuck... Gonna cum. Gonna make me cum, baby." When he let go of her hair, Denahi's head landed on his shoulder, pathetic coos and whimpers leaving her mouth. "Jake!" She begged when his thumb rubbed circles against her clit, overstimulating her to the edge. Denahi shattered around him, stars painting behind her eyes, teeth digging into Jake's shoulder. He watched her struggle to escape his pounding, the overstimulation being too much for her to handle.

"Please, please..." Her words trembled and her hips jolted atop of his thighs. Denahi's begging sent him over the edge, filling her hole deep with his warm cum. Jake's breathing hitched in his chest, frantically pumping the last seed into her womb.

He grunted, chocked and rasped out a small whimper. Jake's head lifted to meet her. Denahi's ears twitched from the constant ringing, her lips red and plump. Flesh covered in thick sweat. She looked beautiful. Denahi looked fucked out.

He reached his hand out to her cheek, feeling how warm her skin was beneath his hand. "So pretty. Pretty mama..." He whispered. She squirmed at the petname, purring once realising he was still deep inside of her, "Should do this more often. This. Our 'late night talking' shit," He murmured.

But she was too fucked out to respond. Head falling to his chest, throat burning and chest heaving, "Mhm..." Was all she could say.