Zutara mini series

Chapter Eleven (contains smut)

Katara stirred from her restful sleep. Her head was resting on something hard that rose and fell more rapidly. Whatever it was, it was warm under her cheek and she nuzzled in it trying to get more comfortable. Her body ached in weird places and she felt content in her bones and tired. She didn't want to move. The cold from outside didn't seem to touch her. Her eyes opened and she tried to make sense of her surroundings. That was when her gaze landed on him. Zuko. Naked. Her brain was trying to make sense of the scene portrayed in front of her.

Suddenly the ache between her legs made sense. She drew the sheets around her body as she heaved herself upright. They were simply staring at each other, like deers caught in headlights. He shyly smiled at her. Her eyes trailed his body and she noticed an unusual lump in the sheets somewhere around the area of his lap. That was all the confirmation she needed. She climbed on top of him.

His eyes comically widened and his breathing started to stutter. She smirked at him before letting the sheets fall from around her body and pool in her hips. Zuko drew in a sharp breath. The light illuminated her body and she seemed to glow with radiance. He was growing impossibly hard beneath her and there was no way she couldn't notice now. He waited for her to make the first move. To initiate what was going to happen. He needed her confirmation that this was going to happen and that she chose to let their relationship change forever.

She rocked her hips against his and his eyes flew close as his hands grasped her hips. Her already bruised hips. Looking at him slyly, she lifted her hips and then guided herself right above his cock letting only his tip enter her. Letting herself slowly fall, filling herself to the hilt and slightly moving to get more comfortable as groans and moans escaped her open mouth and grunts left him. His hands tightened on her hips, holding her steady as she started rolling them and grinding. Her hands found homage on his pecs, pushing there just enough so her body would lift and then drop back in place.

His nails burrowed into her soft skin, leaving little crescent shapes. his eyes were glued to where he disappeared inside her with each bounce and thrust. The wet squelching noises were squalid, and most times he couldn’t hear much else. Only when his view was obstructed by her face did he pull his eyes up to meet hers. She flattened herself against him; her stomach on his, and her breasts resting on his chest. To Zuko the feeling of skin-on-skin contact was worth more than words. It was the only thing that could bring him back to this planet after she overworked him.

Zuko was overwhelmed; She was on top of him, giving him so many sensations, so many things to touch or relish in. He couldn’t choose. She leaned down to darken the fading hickey right at the base of his neck, having given him one in that spot a few days ago. She simply didn’t see a point in letting it fade. He might as well have gotten it tattooed if he wasn’t so afraid of breaking the royal code.

Her hips rocked against his, not even pulling up anymore. She just loved the way his tip grazed her cervix—like scratching an itch only he could get—and how her swollen clit ground against his lower abdomen.

“Zuko, please. More, give me more.” She whined and she swore she saw something behind his eyes malfunction. His cock twitched inside her as he grasped at her hips, unintentionally taking control for just a few seconds so he could move her back and forth, his dick slapping against her spongy walls. Her fingers pressed into his shoulders as she clung around him like a vice.

The quiet sound of their skin slapping was echoing in the room mingled with their quiet moans. They were both getting impossibly close and without warning he came inside of her as he muttered her name over and over like a broken mantra. When he came down from his high he helped her lift her hips and drop them down in place, chasing her orgasm and overstimulating himself in the process.

She took a peek down at where the two of them connected, and a thin, white-ish ring was formed at the base of his length. Each time she lifted herself up, strings of milky white liquid kept another physical attachment with him. The build up was definitely worth it in its own way, but the release was divine. as always, though. Zuko, even when he may not be completely all there in the moment, always knew how to send her hurtling toward what she swears is the best orgasm each time. Later he would definitely fight her before for who had the better orgasm, ending in round twos all the way to round fives. How the two of them managed to make it that far was a damn mystery as well as a miracle. But for the moment she chose to bask in his presence as she fell on top of him and they cuddled.

They had a lot of things to discuss…