The One That Got Away | Kataang

Chapter 25- Emotions

"uh Aan...Aang faster please" Katara pleaded as he pounded her in and out. "Har...harder" she moaned desperately. It was the day after the battle and the young couple decided to have some alone time, which led them to explore one another once again.

As Aang did as she commanded, a desperate moan escaped her lips. It wasn't just physical, it was the release of the pent-up fear and exhaustion from the battle. Aang understood, his own heart echoing the same need. He quickened his pace, his movements mirroring her growing urgency.

Their breaths mingled in a heated rhythm. "Uhhh yes Aang" Katara's voice, a whisper at first, grew stronger, a mix of need and surrender to let him do as he wished with her body. Aang's name tumbled from her lips once again, a desperate plea that resonated deep within him. He responded with a surge of raw emotion. His touch ignited a fire within her, driving her closer to the edge.

The world around them faded away, replaced by the frantic dance of their bodies, a symphony of unspoken desires. Aang's fingers danced across Katara's nipples, sending shivers down her spine. He trailed a path of heated kisses on her breasts, sucking them as if it was his life source. This made Katara go insane, and she was close to her climax.

Her moans fueled his own passion, and he knew he couldn't last any much longer. With one more movement, he exploded in her folds, filling her, and with this, Katara got to her climax too.

A satisfied sigh escaped Aang's lips as he pulled out of her and settled beside her. The lingering heat from their lovemaking painted a flush across his cheeks. He nuzzled closer, his arm wrapping protectively around her. "I needed that" he said, his voice a husky whisper against her skin.

Katara leaned into his touch, a content smile gracing her lips. The tension of the battle, the fear, and the uncertainty, all seemed to melt away with the warmth of his touch. "Well, happy to help Sweetie, I'm here for you as much as you need me too" she murmured, her voice soft and playful.

Aang chuckled, his voice still laced with the remnants of their passion. "I'll try to remember that my love" he gladly promised, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "You have to admit, your enthusiasm is... well, it's definitely motivating" he said out of the blue. Katara blushed, a hint of self-consciousness coloring her cheeks. "I just get so... caught up in the moment" she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. Aang leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "And I wouldn't have it any other way" he murmured, his breath sending shivers to her body.

A moment of comfortable silence followed, their bodies still entwined, the warmth of their lovemaking lingering in the air. Then, with a playful grin, Aang broke the quiet. "Though, next time" he teased, his voice barely a murmur, "maybe try not to scream so loud. Sokka or Tai might hear" he kept teasing her. "Who said there's gonna be a next time?" Katara asked annoyed by his comment.

Aang eyes widened, and he quickly turned her around so he could look in her eyes. "No, no, my love, I was joking! I love hearing you...like this...it reminds me that I'm the only one who can give you this much pleasure" he confessed with an apologetic tone. "Are you sure you're the only one?" Katara smirked as she teased him. it was her turn to annoy him.

Aang looked at her for a second and then launched himself on her neck, sucking her sweet spot, leaving a love mark, and making her moan in the process. "I think I'm sure" he mocked proudly of his job. "Yeah, yeah, whatever you say" Katara mumbled a bit embarrassed.

A knock on the door jolted the young couple out of their intimate bubble. Aang scrambled to his feet, quickly pulling on his pants, while Katara darted into the bathroom to dress, hastily closing the door behind her. Aang made his way towards the door, but before he could reach it, it swung open, revealing a familiar figure. "Well, I counted to ten, so I assume you're both dressed... not that it matters" Toph declared, striding into the room without an invitation.