She knew exactly what kind of night was ahead the second she saw his eyes as he came in the front door. They were blazing, a burning charcoal color that only she ever got to see. Within seconds of hearing that the kids were with Sokka, he was on her, nearly tackling her to the ground with the force of his embrace. Before she could react, he kissed her fervently and scooped her up off the ground, his hands clutching the backs of her thighs. Her legs wound instinctively around his waist as his hot tongue ran urgently over her own, and a small moan slipped from his throat. It was such a desperate sound of need that Katara felt it all over, chills running down her spine as heat flooded her core.

She had never been as grateful to Toph for teaching Aang her particular style of earthbending as she was then, marveling over his ability to effortlessly navigate their apartment without looking. His focus seemed to be entirely on her as he headed straight for the stairs, especially as he began to trail hot, indulgent kisses along her cheek. His lips were still wet from their kiss, and she felt his panting breath against her skin as he went.

"Hmm, I missed you so much today," she sighed, finally breaking the silence between them.

His nose nudged gently at her jawline, and she tilted her chin up instinctively. As he climbed the stairs with her in his arms, his hot lips teased their way over her pulse point, making her head spin with need. She could feel the roughness of his short stubble after a long day scratching across her skin and remembered that he'd rushed out too early to shave that morning.

She became distracted, momentarily, considering his exhaustion after a long day of meetings, and asked, "Are you sure you feel up to this, sweetie?"

"I need this," he insisted, then proved his point by sinking his teeth into her neck until she moaned. "Don't worry about me, baby."

Her body briefly stiffened in his arms in response, tensing with awed excitement at the plans he'd silently revealed. He only called her that when he wanted to take care of her, to be in charge—it was an unspoken request for her trust. His hot fingers gripped her thighs with a tantalizing firmness and finally, she sighed, releasing the breath she'd been holding in.

"Okay," she hummed, tightening her arms around his neck. They reached the top of the stairs and for a moment, he hesitated, buried in the kisses he placed all over her chest. Once satisfied, he straightened up and pressed her against the wall beside them, trapping her hips against his own.

As he swooped in for a kiss, Katara sank her eyes closed, all of her thoughts focused on his throbbing arousal nudging insistently at her hot core. With her skirt bunched up at her waist, only a few thin layers of fabric separated them, and the shape of his cock fit perfectly against her slit through her soaked wraps. Gripping his shoulders for support, she thrust her hips forward until he whimpered into her mouth, an achingly sweet sound that begged for more.

This time, he was the one who ground into her, his shaft sliding cleanly between her throbbing, engorged lips, even through the thin fabric that separated them. A sharp awareness rang through her body as he touched her, one hand on his thigh, the other tangled in her hair behind her head. His palm felt like blazing fire moving up and down her skin, causing her to shake with a desperate need to be touched.

Sensing that she needed a moment to breathe, Aang pulled away to line her jaw and neck with more hot, wet kisses. They left her skin tingling after each one as it dried, and she moaned her approval openly into the air between them. His body was so hot, his breath like fire behind his searing kisses. The frenzied way he explored the skin above her collarbone had her gasping, her head thrown back against the wall in a wordless plea for more.

"Sweetie," she pleaded, tightening her legs around his waist until his hard length pressed firmly into her, making it hard to think over the pitch of her arousal. "Please… I need you inside of me… bedroom?"

He chuckled against her wet neck. It was a low, husky sound that sent shivers down her spine, and she hummed impatiently at his teasing. His lips continued to trail over her neck for a moment before he answered, "Anything you want, princess."

Her face heated up at the nickname he'd used, her hot core flooded again with arousal. As she sunk her nails into his shoulder blades, he lifted her once more, both hands holding her butt for support. She wiggled her hips into him until he gripped her tighter, his hot fingertips sliding over the warm expanse of her round cheeks.

"Yeah? Do you like that?" she asked coyly, grinning at the way he gave her a gentle squeeze in return.

"I love it," he sighed, nudging their bedroom door open with his foot before carrying her over the threshold. She shivered with excitement, and, encouraged by her reaction, Aang carried her directly to the bed. Laying her down atop the covers, he hovered over her to kiss her again, his tongue hot and wanting against her own. She whimpered needily and he hummed back in agreement. Then, he pulled away to trail tender kisses down her throat, shifting to tangle his hand briefly within her silky brown locks.

"Why do you always have to tease me so much?" she whined, arching her back in a clear invitation for his attention. He grinned and nibbled gently at her collarbone, hovering around the crook of her neck.

"I'm not teasing you," he insisted, taking a deep breath to take in her familiar scent. It washed over him like a wave of electric arousal. He breathed out slowly through his nose to calm himself, then added in a low voice, "I'm going to sit between your legs and kiss you until you come all over my face, and then I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk straight. Is that teasing?"

"Aang," she breathed with unfocused eyes, gazing up at him in amazement when he lifted his head to take in her reaction. Even after years together, after marriage and having his children, it still shocked her to hear him speak that way; he was the mighty Avatar, so charming and eloquent and virtuous, and he was whispering his filthy desires to her. Her throat felt dry, anxious as she was with anticipation, and she found herself unable to speak as his eyes burned into her own, waiting.

"What did you call me?" he asked finally, raising a single eyebrow. Despite his unamused expression, his cock throbbed with need against her core when she melted beneath him.

"Daddy," she whimpered, digging her nails into his shoulder. Her face burned with a gratifying sort of embarrassment as he grinned, pleased with her response. For a moment, his silver eyes sparkled down at her with heart-stopping intensity.

"What do you think of Daddy's plan, sweetheart?"

"Please," she begged. It was hard to formulate a coherent thought with his arousal lined up so perfectly with her own; she could feel every inch of his throbbing shaft even through their clothes. "I want that, I need you… you're so hard, Daddy…"

He laughed, a low, breathy chuckle that spread goosebumps over her body. In one swift movement, he ground his hips firmly against hers, his cock pressing agaist her sensitive slit, making them both see stars. She was so wet against him that her soaked wraps began to saturate his robes when they met, and both felt their patience beginning to wane.

"I've been waiting for this all day," he hummed, leaning back into her to kiss the corner of her jaw. "I couldn't stop thinking about you… this is what you do to me, princess."

Unable to answer with anything more than a desperate whimper, she simply craned her head back to give him more room to kiss her neck again. His lips feathered along her neck only briefly before he began to sit up, tucking his fingers into the waistband of her wraps as he went.

"I kept thinking about how incredible it feels to kiss you when you're this wet… you smell so good, baby, and your taste always drives me insane," he continued, grinning when he spotted the red stain that covered her cheeks. "You're so sexy, sweetheart… I want to do that for you first."

Katara kicked her panties off eagerly, tossing them carelessly to the floor. All of her attention was trained on her husband's form towering over her as he kneeled at her side. His hard cock nudged noticeably against his robes, the outline of his shaft plainly visible. She was so desperate to touch him that she nearly stopped him when he began to climb between her legs. Instead, she watched, enamored, as he shifted onto his stomach, wrapping an arm around each thigh to tug her closer.

His hot breath on her sex filled her whole body with a rush of fire, and she cried out as his tongue slid through her slit, from her dripping entrance to her throbbing clit at the tip. There, he began to flick his tongue back and forth, sending molten pleasure through her gut. Already completely immersed in their entanglement, she reached down to touch him wherever she could, one hand on his scalp while the other held the back of his neck, keeping him firmly in place. When her thighs tightened around his head, he rubbed her tense muscles and was able to pull back just enough to chuckle. His eyes drifted up to her red face, a dangerous gleam echoing back at her.

"Slow down," he warned, grinning. "I'm just getting started."

"Please…"

Her throat was too dry to speak any louder than a broken whisper. Desperate, she bucked her hips up to meet his lips again, but he dodged contact by hardly a centimeter. His teasing smirk was just barely visible from her vantage point. In that moment, she would have done anything to get him to stop talking and go back to kissing her burning core. His attention had been brief but intoxicating, and she felt like she was going to die if she didn't get more right then and there.

Unfortunately, the radio in his office began to ring at that moment, startling them both. To his credit, he looked genuinely apologetic when he began to get up, offering her a sad smile.

"I'll be right back, sweetie," he promised in a low voice, smoothing a comforting hand over her hip. She shivered beneath his touch, pleading silently with him through her wide eyes and small pout.

Though he hesitated, he ultimately decided to go answer the call, leaving her with a soft kiss on her temple.

She lay there, her whole body on fire, and listened as he went into his office. The familiar sound of his chair scraping the floor echoed through their bedroom as he sat at his desk. With a sigh, she closed her eyes and tried to relax. She loved when he got into moods like this, loved the feeling of giving up her constant role of caregiver to be completely taken care of herself, and she trusted entirely that he had every intention of leaving her thoroughly satisfied by the end of the night despite their interruption. It was easy to fantasize about Aang coming back to bed, to imagine him hauling her hips to the edge of the mattress and dropping to his knees, to remember the feeling of his hot tongue running expertly along her aching slit.

Until her daydream was interrupted by the sound of several angry noblemen, their shouting clear from the other room. Her fantasy was shattered, then, as she realized he would likely not be 'right back' despite his earlier promise. With a groan of frustration, she sat up, her arousal already waning in the face of the councilmens' loud argument.

The last thing she wanted was to lose the intoxicating tension that had built between them. He'd only been home for maybe fifteen minutes, but she already felt like she needed him and knew she'd be restless until he returned. Given the sounds emerging from the other room, she was certain it would be longer than she was willing to wait.

Instead, she'd have to find a way to lure him back to bed. With that decided, she began thinking of ways to distract him from his radio call, her mind drifting to the leftover cake they'd brought home from an event the day before. The cake was topped with mounds of white fluffy whipped frosting, and she grinned to herself as she sat up to go fetch a slice, already beginning to think of the ways she could have fun with it.


Armed with her heavily frosted slice of cake, she approached the door to his office and peered around the entryway to see if he'd noticed her. Of course he had, and his deep silver gaze was fixed on her as arguing voices boomed from the radio in front of him, a warning in his dark eyes. With a reassuring smile, she sauntered up to him, plate in hand. After setting it down beside his left elbow, she carefully lifted herself onto his desk and sat facing him. Then, with their eyes locked, she parted her legs and swung one to his other side, over the radio's microphone between them, until her knees were on either side of his elbows. His eyes blazed up at her, his nostrils flaring as her scent filled the room.

Without breaking eye contact, Katara reached for her cake and promptly scooped up a fingerful of the fluffy, white frosting. As she brought it to her mouth, a bit of it fell to her chest, landing just beside her hard nipple.

Though the sound of the councilmen's heated dispute somewhat hampered the mood, Aang appeared just as interested in her display as she'd hoped. A strangled sort of sound left his mouth as she sucked the frosting from her finger, her cheeks hollowed around the sweet cream. As she went in for more, the glob she'd dropped earlier warmed against her skin and began to drip, rolling over the curve of her breast and her delicate ribs. His eyes remained fixed on it even as she licked at her new glob of whipped frosting, purposely letting more drip down onto her chest.

Finally at his breaking point, Aang reached out to wipe away the melting icing. When he tried to pull away to taste it, she grasped his wrist tightly, a devious smile on her face, and instead brought his hand up to her mouth to draw his frosting-covered finger between her lips. She eyed his reaction, pleased, taking in the way his eyes dilated and his mouth fell open. With his gaze fixed on her, she sucked gently on his finger until it was half buried in the hot, wet cavern of her mouth. His eyebrows furrowed, frustrated by his pent-up arousal. She'd barely started and he already looked like he was going to burst, red in the face and gasping for breath. It was exactly how she wanted him, and his enthusiasm only made her wet heat spread. The scent of her arousal filled the air between them, and she noticed his nostrils flare as he took it in.

As she released his finger from between her lips, he reached down to grasp one of her breasts, its soft weight a perfect fit for his broad palm. Biting his lip, he gave her round breast a gentle squeeze before running his thumb over her hard, pink nipple. She shivered beneath his touch, beyond sensitive and desperate to continue what they'd started earlier.

Again, she scooped her finger into the creamy frosting and held it up, allowing a dollop of it to land right atop the nipple of her other breast. They leaned into one another subconsciously, and Katara set her plate back down beside her to give him more room. As if instinctively, he dipped forward to suck her nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it to swipe the frosting away. A small squeak escaped her lips, and she moved to wrap a hand around the back of his head to hold him in place, eager for more. He pulled away before she could catch him, a coy smirk on his face as he sat back in his chair.

"Avatar Aang? Avatar Aang, are you there?"

He jumped at the sound of his name booming from the speaker between them. She giggled, careful to remain too quiet for the microphone to pick up, and watched as he straightened his tunic, his face turning a different shade of red as he scrambled for a response to the missed question.

"I think it's important that we dedicate the time to come up with a solution that's fair," he finally settled on, "And I think that's something we should work on tomorrow."

"But Avatar Aang, this is an urgent issue! Consider what they are asking for! Remember what happened with councilwoman Liling?"

Aang opened his mouth to respond, but before he could speak, the snobby voice of a Fire Nation council member spit back unhelpfully, "Oh, come now! This is nothing like that. Must you always take it there? "

Katara was sick of the diplomats' inability to communicate with one another. She had been sick of it for years, but Aang still had to deal with it every day, negotiating the intricacies of their coexisting communities within a single city. The least she could do was make it a little more fun for him.

With a sly smile, she shimmied off of the table and dropped to her knees. He looked down at her in surprise, but she simply winked reassuringly at him and placed a hand on his thigh. Just before she crawled under the desk, she caught a fierce look of warning on his face, all firm set jaw and furrowed eyebrows. She knew, after years of playing this game together, that his anger was mostly for show, that he would stop her if he wasn't interested, and the knowledge that he wanted her to do this while he spoke to the most esteemed politicians in Republic City fanned the flames in her gut like nothing else. Sighing, she settled herself between his legs, bringing herself face to face with his arousal as it pressed persistently against his pants. His muscles tensed when she caressed her way up his thighs, running her hands tantalizingly slowly over his pants, starting at his knees. He shivered silently as she moved, then let out a small, quiet grunt when she stopped just inches below his cock.

Peeking her head out from under the table, Katara gave him a sultry smile to ensure she had his attention. When his blistering gaze turned down to look at her, she put her finger to her lips to remind him to be quiet. Jaw tensed and charcoal eyes smoldering, he responded to her teasing by tangling his fingers into her hair and nudging her back down to his lap. His message was received loud and clear, and she grinned with genuine joy at his enthusiasm. Eagerly, she curled her hand around his hard length through his thin pants and took in its shape with the same delighted awe that he always made her feel. As she slid her slender fingers reverently over the mushroomed tip of his cock, she nearly began to salivate, gently brushing the smooth curve where his head met his shaft. Still, they were separated by the same clothes he'd worn home from work, and she wouldn't be able to take him into her mouth until at least his pants were gone.

Once he concluded a brief, curt response to one of the councilmen, she tugged insistently at the fabric beside his thigh. He understood instantly and lifted his hips to allow her to tug his pants down to his knees. She did so with zeal, barely suppressing her moan when his throbbing cock finally sprang free. No matter how many times she saw him, his flushed shaft and red, leaking tip always made her heartbeat stutter, a fresh flood of arousal dripping down her thighs.

As the councilmen roared over one another, she slid her tongue lightly up his shaft. His muscles shook desperately beneath her hand on his thigh, and she did it again, enjoying the musky, salty taste of his smooth skin. His harsh breathing and light gasps were hardly audible over the loud council members. When Aang groaned above her, even she wasn't sure whether it was from pleasure or annoyance. She paused, waiting for an indication of his intentions, and nearly yelped aloud when his hand slid under the table, his fingers tangling into her hair once again to pull her down sharply. His cock filled her mouth in an instant, like sweet velvet between her lips. Slowly, she began to bob her head and hummed with enjoyment at the press of his thick arousal into her mouth.

"I understand what you're saying, councilman," Aang insisted. As he spoke, his hand directed her rhythm, guiding the pace of her lips, rising and falling over his sensitive shaft. "I just think that we should wait until tomorrow to discuss this—I understand why everyone is upset, but this hardly seems like an emergency to me."

Several council members raised their voices back in return, and Aang groaned. In his lap, Katara circled her tongue around the head of his cock, lowering her lips onto him to meet her fingers, still stroking the base of his shaft. His grip tightened against her scalp as the council members continued to yell over one another, their voices rising as they fought to be heard by the Avatar.

"Enough!" he commanded, finally snapping in his annoyance with the politicians. "Speak one at a time or don't speak at all."

It was quiet for a long moment, and Katara sincerely hoped they'd chosen the second option. However, as she continued to move in his lap, savoring the way his warm arousal filled her mouth, one of the councilmen began to rant once more. Their words might as well have been another language for as much as Katara got out of them; her entire being was focused on the weight of his cock on her tongue. She took a shuddering breath as the warmth of her burning need for him pulsed through her body, and he pulled firmly at her hair, his hips bucking forward into her welcoming lips.

"Councilmen." Aang's voice boomed in a way it hadn't been able to in the past, and Katara whimpered around his thick shaft. Immediately, the bickering ceased. "One at a time."

From then, the argument grew more orderly but no less vicious. As Katara stroked him, she teased his cock with her tongue wherever she could reach, intensifying his thrusts into her warm mouth. Each time he spoke, he grew shorter, his voice more clipped as he lost the remaining dregs of his patience for the situation. From between his thighs, she wondered what he was thinking and hoped he was rushing to get off of the call to come back to bed with her.

She paused to wonder for a moment, considering whether she should slip out of the room before he was done to get ready for him, but he jerked her back down with a commanding tug to her hair that made her squeal in surprise. Immediately, her mouth was full of his cock again, its heavy, thick warmth thrusting into her lips with abandon as he held her firmly in place. Quivering with need beneath the forceful momentum of his movements, she supported herself with a hand on his thigh as her whole world shrank to the hot velvet of his shaft on her tongue.

The sound of his fist slamming down on the desk snapped her out of her daze. Between his legs, she jolted in surprise from the sound above her head even as he continued to guide her over his cock. Suddenly, he was yelling at the councilmen, scolding them for their impatience in a booming voice that filled the room and left her heart pounding. The intensity of his emotions flowed through to his cock, which pulsed and throbbed responsively against her hot tongue. When she shifted her weight on her knees, her slick thighs rubbed together and sent a rush of pleasure through her core.

The councilmen, finally stunned into silence, had little to say after the Avatar's outburst. As they murmured their apologies, Katara saw the end of the conversation drawing near and knew he wouldn't last long, then, but she wanted him inside of her when he finally came. Instead, she pulled back at a torturously slow pace, tracing her tongue around the head of his cock within her mouth. Her heart skipped a beat when it throbbed threateningly in return, her thighs with slick moisture as he left her lips with a soft pop.

Careful to avoid making a sound, she crawled out from beneath the desk, the wooden floor rough on her knees until she was able to stand. As she walked away, she shot a teasing look over shoulder at him but nearly stopped in her tracks at the intensity in his dark silver eyes. His anger was a rare sight, and the way his tight set jaw quivered then made her thighs tremble with need. Any smugness at the reaction she'd been able to draw from him quickly fell from her face, her heart hammering in her chest as she rounded the corner back into their bedroom.

Once inside, she climbed back into bed to wait for him. Lying on her back, her breasts rose and fell with each sharp breath she took, unable to get the look he'd given her out of her mind. It had been years since the first time they'd tried being together like this, and while his dominance was captivatingly familiar, she'd never seen him look angry like that. Though she knew he wasn't actually mad–he never would have let her tug his pants down if he had been, wouldn't have buried his fingers in her hair to guide her as she sucked his cock–it was still somewhat frightening to see, a strange sort of fear that went straight to her hot core.

"Katara!"

She froze at the sound of his strict tone, and her heart dropped in her chest. For a moment, she felt like she had as a small child whenever her father found out she'd bent at her brother, and her father would call her name across their home with a bone-chillingly quiet anger to his voice. Except… now she felt frightened and wet, her juices dripping down the insides of her thighs. She'd thought that he would come into the room and find her when he was done with his meeting, but it was clear that he expected her to come to him.

Pulse racing with anticipation, Katara stood up and walked back through to the office they shared. As she came through the doorway, her breath caught in her throat at the uncharacteristic way his eyebrows scrunched together in annoyance, his muscular arms crossed over his chest as he stood in front of the plush armchair in their reading nook.

"Sit."

Katara blinked at him for a moment, uncomprehending. "On the floor?"

"Yes," he insisted and leaned forward to emphasize the way he towered over her. With anyone else, the position might have intimidated her; now, she was aroused beyond belief, her thighs trembling with need.

Aang noticed her hesitation and raised an eyebrow. "What? It was good enough for you a few minutes ago, wasn't it?"

Her face flushed bright red at his accusation, and she fell to her knees on the floor before him again. When she looked up at him, she wasn't surprised to see his arousal pressing against his pants once again. Her eyes flitted to his face, and she exhaled steadily at the calm anger reflected there as he sat down.

"You were a bad girl tonight," he said plainly. "You just needed to wait a little while—"

"Almost an hour," she cut him off.

"You just needed to be patient and I would have done whatever you wanted, sweetie… I always do."

It was true. He always did, but she wanted something different now. Licking her lips, she admitted, "I couldn't wait."

"You chose not to," he corrected.

She squirmed beneath his gaze and he watched her for a moment, taking in her tightly pressed together thighs, her flushed cheeks and heavy breathing.

"Do you want Daddy to punish you, princess? You could have asked if you wanted me to spank you."

"I just wanted you in my mouth," she sighed. His eyes glimmered at her words, and a fresh wave of juices rushed to her center. "I needed it, I've been waiting—"

"I asked you to wait," he interrupted, arching an eyebrow. "It wasn't that long. Tell me what you did instead."

Katara's cheeks turned even redder as she stared up at him in silence. She knew exactly what she'd done instead, how she'd seduced him and let him fuck her face beneath the desk just until his muscles began to tense. Recalling her actions, she swallowed hard, and he grinned in recognition.

"Sweetheart. Tell me what you did tonight instead of waiting for me."

She bit her lip hesitantly, shifting her weight where she kneeled on her calves. The burning desire between her thighs made every hair on her body stand on end—she couldn't believe how calm he was.

"Daddy…"

"First you decided that you had to tease me with that frosting," he began, raising an eyebrow at her to invite her to challenge his timeline. "Right in front of mesitting on my desk with your legs wide open. Am I right so far?"

Unable to speak through the thick tension of arousal in her throat, she simply nodded to confirm. He smirked at her, and her flush deepened, spreading down her bare chest.

"You know what the sight of your gorgeous pussy does to me," he sighed. In one fluid movement that took Katara by surprise, he tugged his tunic over his head and tossed it to the floor. Then, he lifted his hips to tug his pants down to his thighs and immediately wrapped a large hand around his arousal. "Fuck… you smelled so good, baby. Tell me, tell me you did that on purpose."

"Yes," she whimpered helplessly, "I wanted to get you hard for me, Daddy."

"And then," he continued without taking a moment to respond to her, "You decided to get down on your knees in front of me and suck my cock in the middle of my meeting. Right?"

"It was so good… Please…"

Unable to help herself, she reached between her legs to touch her aching, wet slit.

"Don't you dare," he interrupted in an icy voice. She froze, immediately retreating from her attempt at relief. Instead, her thighs pressed together desperately in search of any friction she could find.

"Katara… your mouth felt so good, sweetie… I know you love to suck Daddy's cock, and you're so good at it, baby… I just wanted to fill your throat up with my cum."

Instinctively, she licked her lips again, her eyes locked on the smooth motion of his strokes and tugs. In his lap, his cock throbbed, red and leaking at the tip. She wanted so badly to dip her tongue there and taste him, to finish what she'd started earlier. After her persistent teasing, his hard length looked bigger than normal and pulsed against his palm with the force of his arousal. He moaned deeply and Katara matched it, equally lost in his pleasure.

"And I know you love it when I do that," he panted, whimpering quietly as her soft pink tongue dipped out to skim her lips again. "You're thinking about it right now, aren't you?"

She nodded almost imperceptibly, and he huffed out a laugh in awe. It was warm and echoed through the office in tandem with the soft sound of his cock slapping against his hand. Katara felt her thighs flood with her juices, her muscles quivering.

"Fuck… I was so close, sweetie. How should I punish you for leaving me like that?"

Right away, the options began to run through her mind, so many things that they had never thought to try before—her whole body felt paralyzed with need at the thought of him throwing her over his knee, tying her to their bed posts and blindfolding her, guiding her with a tight hand in her hair as he fucked her face and filled her mouth with his release. Sitting up in front of her, leaning back in his chair as he tugged desperately at his cock, he looked so powerful that she would've let him do anything to her. His muscles all shook with exertion, his broad shoulders leaning on the backrest as he threw his head back in ecstasy.

"Maybe I shouldn't let you come tonight," he warned. "What do you think? I'll come all over you and leave you to take care of yourself."

"No, please!"

Carefully, slowly, she scooted forward until she could rest a hand on his knee, and his hips jerked forward, ultra responsive in his heightened state of arousal. His charcoal eyes darted down to meet hers, burning with the tension built between them all night.

"Daddy... please, you have to fuck me," she begged quietly. She glanced from his piercing gaze down to his hand, wrapped around his throbbing cock, so close to her face. Instinctively, her little pink tongue dashed out to lick her lips again, drawing another moan from him.

"If you keep doing that, I'm going to end up fucking your gorgeous mouth again instead," he responded through his harsh breath. Beneath his own touch, his hips bucked forward desperately. "Tell me where, baby. Where do you want Daddy to fuck you?"

Her ears were nearly ringing with arousal, her gaze unfocused as she watched. Swallowing hard, she tried to think, to process his words, to come up with an answer over the rising crescendo of her desire.

"Everywhere," she groaned finally, "But I want you inside of me… please, I'm so wet, I need you."

"I bet you are," he grunted. "Fuck… let me see. Get up and bend over for me."

"What?" she asked in surprise. They almost always faced each other when they made love, and the thought of bending over to expose herself to him that way felt unnerving.

"Get on your hands and knees, Katara."

With his instructions clear, she hesitated only briefly before doing as he said, turning away from him on her knees. She dropped to the floor and spread her legs, thrusting her hips back to show him her hot core. He moaned instantly at the sight. Her perfect, round ass was high in the air, and its smooth curves led down to her center. There, her lips were swollen with arousal, flushed and dripping wet, the light from the flickering candles on his desk reflected deliciously off of her slick inner thighs.

"Oh, Spirits… baby, you're so sexy. Did you get all wet like that while you were sucking my cock, sweetie? You like it that much when Daddy fucks your face?"

"Please…" she gasped. The sound of his flesh slapping together as he jerked himself off rang in her ears, and she squeezed her eyes shut tightly, trying to think through her overwhelming arousal. "Daddy, I love it… I need you inside me."

"I don't know if you deserve it," he responded. Her thighs shook with anticipation when she heard him stand up. Slowly, his footsteps drew closer until she could feel his heat radiating against her ass, high in the air for him to see. "I think you need to learn that it's not nice to tease—do you need to be spanked, baby?"

A quiet involuntary whimper left her mouth, her butt wiggling to entice him. He moaned at the sight and suddenly, his large hand came down hard on her round cheek, leaving a red print behind in the shape of his palm. A tingling sensation rippled down her thighs, and her wet arousal spread further. Her whole body was left shaking with need as she waited for the next one.

"Oh, you smell so good, princess, look at that gorgeous pussy… if you'd been a good girl I'd be inside you right now, baby. You should have just waited for Daddy to take care of you."

"Please," she practically wheezed, looking up at him over her shoulder. His silver eyes danced up to meet hers, a dark fire in his gaze that made her stomach twist pleasantly. "Daddy…"

"Tell me, sweetie," he said in a ragged breath. "Tell me what a bad girl you are. Tell me how I should punish you."

"I was so naughty," she cried, ducking her head to hide the flush spreading over her cheeks. "I wanted… I wanted to suck your cock and I couldn't wait, I was such a bad girl. Please…"

"Ask for it," he demanded. As his hand rested on her hip, she flinched despite the tenderness in his gesture, quivering beneath him as he stroked the red handprint he'd left behind. "Baby… what should Daddy do to you?"

"Just fuck me… please."

Instead, she received another sharp smack across her ass, just hard enough to sting when Aang withdrew his hand. Without thinking, she shook her hips in response and sighed audibly.

"Oh, you like that?" he asked breathlessly. "Do you want me to keep spanking you, Sweetheart?"

Her center ached for him so intensely that she wasn't entirely sure of her answer; she was quivering with need right down to her core and found it impossible to process anything he said. Instead, she whimpered unintelligibly and spread her thighs further for him.

"Fuck…"

She winced when she felt his hand land on her ass again, though his touch was much softer this time. Instead, he caressed his way down to her wet lips, and a couple of his fingers pressed into her entrance. Closing her eyes and gritting her teeth, she tried to imagine it was him, that his hard cock was pressing into her tight walls instead of being stroked firmly by his other hand. He grunted when his fingers filled her easily, their passage well-lubricated by her dripping arousal.

"Ahh… See, Daddy? I'm ready for you," she gasped, thrusting her hips back until he was buried up to his knuckles. "Please…"

"No," he replied firmly. Another of his fingers joined the first two and she panted as he pressed firmly inside of her. The sound of his cock slapping against his palm still filled the room; he groaned before continuing in a hoarse voice, "I'm going to come all over you, baby… you're so hot, but you're going to look even sexier covered in my cum."

"No," she whined, shaking her hips from side to side to feel his fingers move inside of her. "Please, please, fuck me, come inside me, please."

"Later, if you're a good girl. Right now… tell me how this feels. You're so fucking wet, I'm getting so close just touching you, sweetie."

"Yes," she cried. Now that she knew that he'd take care of her afterwards, she felt much more eager to participate in his plans. Her core burned with teasing pleasure as his digits pressed in and out of her, and all she could think about was finally, finally getting him inside of her. If that meant his first release of the night would land on her back instead… she shivered with delight at the idea.

With a shuddering breath of anticipation, she added, "Please, come for me, Daddy! It feels so good, I want you to come on me, please…"

"Yeah? You want me to make a big mess on you? Do you think that's sexy?"

When she nodded firmly, he grinned and pressed, "Where do you want it, baby? Do you want Daddy's cum all over your perfect round ass?"

"Yes," she groaned, shaking her hips at him tauntingly. "Come all over me, Daddy, make me into a mess and then fuck me, please…"

"Oh, you teased me for so long," he moaned, burying his fingers deep inside of her. Her slick walls pulsed around them, desperate for sensation. "Do you know what that means, princess?"

"Tell me… oh, that's so good," she huffed as he pulled back out to curl his fingertips just inside her entrance. Her hips bucked desperately, and she sank back down until he filled her to his knuckles, keening with satisfaction beneath him.

"It means Daddy has so much cum for you, baby… oh, fuck, I'm so close," he gasped. "Ask for it, sweetie."

She groaned, wiggling her ass back and forth in the air, her walls sliding over his fingers. Her slick center made his mind spin with lust, amazed at the way her warm juices spread over his hand and down her thighs.

"Come for me," she begged, thrusting back onto his fingers again. They began to fall into a rhythm, and her walls quaked threateningly around his digits. "Please, I want to feel you all over me, come on me, please…"

"Such a good girl," he moaned. "Oh, you're gonna look so gorgeous covered in my cum…"

She whimpered helplessly at his compliment. After so many years together, she could feel how close he was from the tension in his muscles, the speed of his strokes, the shallowness of his panting breaths. Her mind was boiling with her own lust, unable to formulate a coherent thought to encourage him any further. Instead, she shook her hips against his fingers, waving them back and forth in invitation.

"Fuck… here it comes, sweetie," he groaned suddenly, pulling away from her slick entrance just in time to grab her hip with wet fingers, holding her still as jet after jet of his hot cum landed on her back. The sensation of his warm, slick release hitting her back made her inner muscles quake, desperate to feel his next climax inside of her.

"Oh, daddy," she gasped in pure awe. The way he moaned above her was gut-wrenching, and her thighs began to shake when he kept stroking himself for a moment after, his eyes on the glistening cum on her back. "Please…"

"Spread your legs for me, sweetheart," he ordered in a gravelly voice. She did as he said without thinking and moaned when she felt him drop down behind her, holding her hips to grind his already growing arousal into her ass. The way she keened spurred him on, and he clutched her firmly with his left hand while his right reached between them to curl around his shaft.

Within a few strokes he was fully hard once more, groaning as his arousal throbbed against his palm. After touching her for so long, the air between them was filled with her scent and he was desperate to finally have her tight, wet walls around him.

"Fuck," he groaned, throwing his head back in pleasure. His fingertips dug into her hips as he thrust forward, filling her completely in one smooth movement. Her hot, wet warmth felt incredible, and his cock throbbed within her core, overwhelmed by the sensation.

"Princess… you're so wet, I can feel it all over your thighs," he moaned.

"Please," she cried as she rocked her hips back onto his own. "Harder, Daddy… you made me wait all night, fuck me."

"Give me a second, sweetie," he said, choking out a soft laugh as he squeezed her ass for emphasis. Her skin was sticky beneath his fingers, still coated in his release, and his arousal pulsed inside of her despite his recent climax. Overwhelmed with sensation, he wrapped himself around her, one arm around her waist while the other supported his weight over her. She was scorching hot beneath him, and he felt the streaks of his cum that covered her back spread between them as he thrust forward to fill her. Once he was buried to the hilt, she shuddered with relief, and he hummed softly in approval.

"Better?" he asked as he nuzzled into the back of her neck.

"Perfect," she huffed. "Please, more, touch me…"

"Yeah?" he replied, his voice husky but teasing. He sped up the motion of his hips pounding against her own and curled a hand around her chest to cup one of her breasts, playing with its firm nipple at the center. Her response was immediate, whining unintelligibly in a way that made his heart soar.

"Tell me what else to do for you," he hummed into her ear as his hips jerked against her own at an even pace. "How can Daddy take care of you, sweetheart?"

"Oh," she moaned deeply. Her knuckles tensed where she gripped the hard floor beneath them. "So good, Daddy… harder, more, please."

"How hard, baby?" he asked, emboldened. "As hard as I fucked your mouth earlier?"

"Ah," she gasped, "Yes, that was so good… Oh, Spirits. I can still feel you in the back of my throat."

It was true; she used to dislike the way her throat burned after from the depth his shaft reached, but now it was a pleasurable sort of pain, a pressing reminder of the way he had felt, fingers gripping her hair at her scalp as he thrust into her wanting lips. Now, she loved taking as much of him as she could, pushing her own limits until he moaned her name in awe; her thighs quivered just thinking about it then.

"You really love sucking Daddy's cock, don't you, sweetheart?" he groaned, his hot breath grazing her neck. It made her shiver, and pleasure wracked through her body as he gave her nipple a brief squeeze.

His hips pounded continually against her own, slamming into the curve of her ass with an audible slap each time he filled her. It was a consistent rhythm, background music to the filthy words he whispered in her ear, and she felt herself begin to dissolve within his expert hands.

"Yes, sweetie," Aang hissed as her muscles quaked around him. She whimpered helplessly, shaking as he pressed a wet, messy kiss to the side of her neck. Then, he slammed into her harder, faster, until she was keening beneath him with the building pleasure in her gut. His cum from earlier was hot between them, and he felt its slick slide on his stomach each time he filled her. Again, her walls clenched around his shaft, causing him to see stars.

"Tell me what else I can do to make you come," he whispered, his breath hot and wet behind her ear. "I want to feel you, please…"

"Touch me," she gasped, hardly audible through the sound of his own heart pounding in his ears.

With a grunt that made her thighs quake, he shifted from touching her breast to reaching between her thighs. Enthralled, he watched her biceps shake dangerously, threatening to give out beneath her as her entire body was overcome with pleasure. She was so, so wet as his fingers circled her clit endlessly, her muscles throbbing with every thrust. Though he just came all over her beautiful form, he felt ready to explode from the sensation and sunk his teeth into her shoulder in an effort to keep himself steady.

"Aang!" she cried out suddenly as the pleasure-pain from his bite pushed her over the edge.

He was stunned to feel her walls quake violently around him in response, a warm rush of fluid flooding against him. As she rode her climax out, he eased his attention from between her thighs and began rocking his hips into her in short, fast motions, chasing his own pleasure. Between them, the backs of her thighs were dripping wet from her release, and he felt dizzy with lust at this new discovery. Head swimming, he panted into the crook of her neck as he thrust into her again and again, his entire body throbbing with pleasure each time he buried himself within her gushing core.

"Fuck," he gasped as he abruptly felt the building tension in his gut bubbling over. With one last thrust, he slammed into her until their hips were flush and cried out against her soft, slick skin beneath his lips. His second climax crashed over him when her hot, wet muscles tensed around his arousal, pulsing as he came inside of her.

He lingered over her for only a minute before beginning to pull away, thinking of her knees on the hard tile floor. However, she stayed in position when he sat back, her round butt still high in the air. His eyes drifted instinctively down to her wet slit, a lovely flushed shade of rosy brown that began to stir his spent cock. As he watched, a creamy white stream of his cum flowed down her thighs, and he groaned aloud with satisfaction at the sight. When she glanced over her shoulder to check his reaction, a pleased smile spread over her lips.

"You're so sexy," he murmured to her as she began to get up. Once they were both on their feet, he paused for a moment to take in the soft way her blue eyes twinkled at him before scooping her into his arms. Then, he grinned and added, "And sticky."

"But I'm tired," she replied without missing a beat, nuzzling into the corner of his jaw. Her arms wound easily around his neck, mesmerized by the sheen of sweat that lined his burning hot, flushed shoulders. Briefly, she considered stopping him to ask for more.

"I think we both need a bath before bed."

The sweet, tired hum of his voice made her heart flutter, her fingers tensing over his shoulders. Of course he was tired too—his day had been exhausting if that call was anything to judge by, and she knew that getting as angry as he'd been with the councilmen always took a lot out of him (regardless of her reinforcements). Cuddling lazily in the bathtub with their limbs tangled together as they soaked off the mess they'd made sounded divine right then.

With a grin hidden against his neck, she hummed in agreement.

"Actually," she purred, "I'd love that."

"I think I might have one more in me if you're good," he teased with a goofy grin, all of the sexy seriousness he'd exuded earlier faded into the night.

She preferred it that way, though—and he was still able to send a flood of hot arousal to her core immediately, cocooned by the familiarity of his playful tone of voice. Her vision of their bath became much less chaste, then, and her cheeks turned red as she thought about riding his lap, soapy water splashing around them with the force of their coming together.

Swallowing hard, she held that image in her mind and nodded, nuzzling into his warm shoulder. "Don't worry, as fun as that was… I think I'm going to be a good girl from now on, sweetie."

Aang's laughter echoed through the house as he carried her through the door to the bathroom.

Credit to zgod for coming up with the whipped cream frosting idea over a year ago when this was originally written. My relationship with food is way too disordered to come up with clever ways to bring it into the bedroom like that and his suggestion was just what I was looking for. There are only a few chapters available of his fic Summer Eyes and no future planned updates but I still highly recommend checking it out