Sokka nuzzled his face into Suki’s neck, breathing in the sweet scent of her skin. As his lips pressed against her, Suki sighed contentedly and asked in a sort of hazy voice, “Haven’t you had enough, boomerang boy?”
“What kind of boomerang boy would I be if I didn’t keep coming back?” He’d kissed his way up her neck. He nibbled at her earlobe before just barely whispering, “Plus I could never get enough of you, fan girl.”
Suki giggled as she turned to face her lover. They stared at each other, noses touching, eyes roaming from cheeks to lips to eyes to lips, taking in every little feature. She pressed her forehead against his and proposed a game: they couldn’t look at each other’s lips. First to look lost and had to run the bath.
“No problem. I could do this all day,” Sokka boasted, eyes already straining to stay in place.
“Are you saying you aren’t tempted to look at my—what did you call them earlier—‘soft, begging to be kissed lips’?” Suki teased.
“Nope. You completely misheard. I said they are rough and begging for water.”
Suki’s eyes squinted into a glare for a second before opening with a twinkle. “Begging for water or begging for water tribe?”
Sokka couldn’t resist any longer, his eyes flickered down to Suki’s lovely mouth. “Definitely water tribe,” he answered with a kiss.
“Definitely,” Suki said, pulling back a little, “You lost. So about that bath..”
“I’ll get right on that. Right after this,” he promised as he kissed her passionately, sliding his hand from her waist up to the back of her neck. He rolled on top of her and pushed a leg between hers, his muscular thigh pressed against her warm pussy. While breaking their lip lock to kiss his way down her jawline, he slowly started moving his hips, her sensitive folds wetting his thigh and his cock making a line of precum across her hip.
“I guess the bath can wait,” Suki moaned. She tried to move her hands to Sokka’s chest, but he pinned them out to the side and continued kissing down her neck to her chest, lingering at breasts and teasing her nipples. He peppered her toned stomach with light kisses, tickling her bellybutton with his tongue.
As he got closer to her pussy, a grin spread across his face. “Maybe I should go get the bath star-“
Suki yanked her arms free from Sokka’s strong hands and grabbed hold of his retreating head. “Don’t you even think about it,” she commanded.
“Yes, ma’am,” Sokka laughed before letting his teasing lips and tongue resume their work. They just barely touched her sex and then suddenly they were tasting her right inner thigh. A quick kiss on her clit and Suki’s left inner thigh was treated to their expert work. Finally, inching their way there, Sokka’s lips found Suki’s. His tongue moved deftly, finding her most sensitive spots without difficulty. She moaned and gasped, slowly growing louder and louder. He moved up to her clit, licking, nibbling, swirling. Her hips bucked against his face. Finally with a sharp intake of air, her muscles clenched and spasmed. Her thighs clamped to the sides of his head. Her hands gripped the bed, knuckles turning white. A high-pitched, drawn out noise escapes her, slowly turning into a scream. When her body eventually relaxes, she is practically gasping for air.
Sokka rests his head against her soft, yet muscular thigh for a moment. He gives her pussy one last lick, savoring her taste, and gets up. “I’ll go run the water. I’ll come get you when it’s ready. And then we can continue this in the bath.”
Suki watches him walk to the bathroom, his hard cock bouncing and waving, his muscles rippling softly under her skin, his little smile melting her heart, and counts her blessings.
