The ocean was calm tonight.
Quiet and tranquil, with gentle waves lapping at her toes, inviting her into the depths.
She kicked off her sandals, picked up the hem of her dress, and waded further into the surf. She stopped when the water kissed her knees, dropping her dress into the tide.
"Attuma." Okoye's voice was a whisper, but she knew he heard her. He always did.
She waded further out until the water was mid-thigh. He was close; she could feel it.
"Attuma," she called again, voice still soft.
Not even a full minute passed before strong arms encircled her waist, pulling her body back against his broad chest. "In yakunaj."
Okoye smiled into the night sky, sinking into his embrace. "Sithandwa sam."
"You are far from home, K'iino'." Attuma's voice was a rumble that moved through her like thunder. She ran her hands along his wet forearms, feeling his corded muscles ripple under her touch.
She hummed and turned in his arms, staring into his dark eyes. He wasn't wearing his armor, just his shark helm and rebreathers. She caressed his chest, running open palms over the familiar ridges of his scars, and locked her arms behind his head. Okoye pushed up on her toes, so they were face to face, trusting him to hold her up.
"My home is with you, is it not?" she asked, staring into his dark eyes. The love she saw in them brought a peace she'd lacked in the weeks he'd been gone. "Perhaps my need for you outweighed my patience," she smirked, shrugging.
Attuma stroked his hands across her bare back, swooping low to rest on her ass. He chuckled low in his throat. "I have been remiss in my duties. My wife should never have need of me."
Her smirk widened into a full smile, and her heart threatened to burst from her chest at the title. His wife. There was a righteousness in that. Something pure that soothed her soul.
"And what will you do to rectify your errors?" she asked playfully, massaging the base of his skull.
"Nothing less than what my duty requires," he answered gruffly, squeezing her behind none-too-gently.
"My husband is nothing if not dutiful," she said, huffing a laugh as he scooped under her thighs and wrapped her strong, toned legs around his waist.
Attuma turned and walked them back toward the shore, settling on a soft grassy knoll away from the sand. The airship she'd commandeered was parked further into the tree line. The moon was their only light, but it was more than enough.
Okoye sat astride him, tracing random patterns over his shoulders and neck. Her fingers glided over his rebreather, removing it gently after a nod from her husband. Their eyes never left each other as she placed the mask carefully on the ground. His headdress was the next to go, landing softly on the grass next to them. Okoye ran her fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp gently. Attuma's hands roamed over her body, rubbing wide circles from her thighs, up her hips and waist, around her back, and up to her nearly-bare shoulders before repeating the pattern over and over again.
They were close, closer than they'd been in nearly a month. Their chests rose and fell in tandem as they breathed each other in. Okoye brought one of her hands from his hair to trace the shape of his face, studying the features already ingrained in her memory. The deep ridge of his brow, the bump in his nose, his full lips. He was a beautiful man.
He was her beautiful man.
Okoye inhaled sharply when he nipped at one of her fingers with pointed teeth. He kissed the finger in apology and pressed another kiss into her palm. She leaned forward, resting her forehead on his. Their lips met in a whisper, lightly caressing each other before it grew in intensity. His tongue delved into her mouth, reclaiming that which was already his. He held her tightly, pressing their bodies together until there wasn't an inch of space between them. Okoye broke their kiss, chest heaving against his as she tried to catch her breath.
"Did you come all this way to sit on my lap, K'iino'?" Attuma taunted, a breathless whisper across her lips.
"Would you mind if I did?" she whispered back, nudging his nose with her own.
"No." His answer was immediate. "I cherish every moment we are together. Without you, my world is dark, devoid of even the stars. When we are apart, I long for you as the desert longs for rain." He began pressing small kisses to her lips as he spoke. "Your brilliance captivates me. Your beauty entices me. Your passion ignites mine." Attuma rained kisses down her neck, his grip tightening on her hips as she began to roll them into his.
Okoye buried her fingers in his hair, pulling him impossibly closer as he decorated her neck with love bites.
"You were made for me, crafted by the gods and molded by the stars. Just as I was made for you. Our souls are bound in this world and every other. There will never come a day that I don't hunger for you. You are mine, Okoye. And I am yours."
She moaned his name into the night sky as he sucked a mark on the column of her throat. Her grip on his obsidian waves tightened as she dragged his head away from her neck.
They stared at each other for a moment, breath mingling in the electrified air. Their next kiss was hard. Tongues and teeth meeting in a fervor that conveyed exactly how desperate she'd been without him. His honeyed words only fanned the flames of her desire. He yanked the thin straps of her dress down, and she wiggled out of the top half so the dress pooled at her waist, exposing her breasts to the open air.
Attuma wasted no time. He cupped her breasts and ran his thumbs over her pebbled nipples. Pinching and pulling them until she gasped a curse into his mouth. Her back arched, pushing her chest further into his hands. He pulled back from her lips and stared at his wife. She whined as their lips parted, and he wrapped a firm hand around her neck, preventing her from giving chase. Her eyes were glazed over, unfocused as she ground her hips into him.
He kissed her swollen lips softly, whispering, "Hush, in yakunaj. I have you."
Okoye ground down again, moaning at the feel of his arousal through their clothes. She threw her head back, and Attuma ducked his head to her breasts, taking a sensitive peak into his mouth and squeezing her throat with his hand.
Then suction.
Sweet, sweet suction.
Okoye was sure she would come undone right here. She felt like she was on fire, and Attuma's mouth stoked the flames of her passion. She writhed in her husband's lap as he lavished her breasts with attention. He let go of her throat and palmed the cheeks of her ass, grinding his erection into her core. He nibbled on one stiff nub, forced a cry from her, and she shuddered.
She needed more. "Attuma, please!"
He chuckled, low and dark. "Taj muk'óolal [Patience, K'iino'."
"I- ah! I have no capacity for patience," Okoye hissed, fisting her hand in his hair and scoring her nails into the skin of his shoulder. She undulated atop him, grinding to attain the pleasure he denied her. "I have been without you entirely too long for patience."
Her husband bit the underside of her breast sharply in warning, bruising her hips in his grip as he flipped her onto her back. He loomed over her, arms caging her body as he stared down at her with dark eyes. Smoldering kisses stole her breath as he ground his manhood into her core. Then he was moving down her body, pressing kisses and bites to random bits of flesh.
Okoye's nails dug into his shoulders as he sucked a harsh bite into the top of her thigh.
"Fuck." She would return to Wakanda covered in evidence of his love.
Attuma licked and sucked at the bite, soothing it with his tongue. "In time, jats'uts. Allow me to worship you first."
Okoye could only nod in response as he bunched the wet skirt of her dress up and kneeled between her thighs. She reached up and pulled him into a wanton kiss.
"Líik'il [Lift," he commanded, breaking their kiss and tugging at her dress.
She lifted her hips, and he pulled the dress free, tossing it to the side. He groaned at the sight of her blue lace thong, soaked with her own arousal. He leaned down, peppering kisses from her knee to her inner thigh, nuzzling the top of her slit through her panties before descending back down the other leg.
She opened her mouth to beg or curse him but could only choke out a strangled moan as he covered her mound with his mouth, sucking her in.
"Always so sweet, in yakunaj," Attuma murmured, licking his lips.
He lapped at her again, swirling the wet lace around her clit. She keened at the sensation, hips bucking into her husband's mouth. Her hands found their way back to his hair, twisting her fingers in the damp waves. Attuma pulled away, dragging her thong with him. He cast it off to the side, uncaring of where it landed.
He pushed her thighs apart, forcing her to spread herself before him and grinning at the sight. Attuma ran the pads of his fingers up and down her slit, pressing lightly on her clit. Okoye writhed beneath him, begging sweetly in her mother tongue for more. He didn't answer, merely pinned her down to devour her sex with focused intensity.
Attuma drank in her pleasure, greedily moaning at the taste of her. He wanted only the sweetness of her filling his mouth. He pulled her throbbing clit into his mouth, sucking with abandon. His wife mewled and writhed beneath him. He pressed her apart further and increased the pressure on her sweet pearl, fluttering his tongue across the bundle of nerves.
Okoye sobbed. Her nimble fingers tangled in his hair as he drove her to the cusp of her release.
"Myeni [Husband," she begged, breathless, "nceda! [please!]"
Pulling away from her clit, he ran his tongue up her glistening slit, swirling it around her pearl. Sucking it back into his mouth, Attuma grazed it with his teeth. Okoye cried out, a strangled, stuttered shout of his name, and flooded his mouth with her release. He continued his ministrations, hoisting her legs over his shoulders and pressing one, then two fingers into her clenching heat.
In and out, Attuma worked his wife through her first release before curling his fingers just so, sending her spiraling into another. Her thighs clenched around his head, and she wailed her pleasure to the stars. He removed his mouth from her but didn't stop the punishing pace of his fingers.
Attuma surged upward, claiming Okoye's lips in a bruising kiss. She whimpered into his mouth, tasting the remnants of her essence on his tongue. Her mind was blank, drifting in a blissful state.
"My precious wife, so wet for me," he murmured against her lips. "I can feel you tightening around my fingers, in yakunaj. Are you going to come for me again, diosa?"
Okoye let out a needy moan and shuddered, burying her face in his neck. Her hands grasped at him wildly, clutching his shoulders and back while her hips rose to meet his every thrust. All she could feel was him. The strength of his hips between her legs, the raised texture of his scars along his chest and shoulders, the rough rhythm of his fingers driving her to the edge of euphoria.
"Ko'oten wo'osal [Come for me, Okoye," Attuma commanded.
Black spots danced at the edge of her vision as her third climax slammed into her. She keened, her body convulsing on the grass. Her nails scored his back, and Attuma hummed, pleased at the flood of her arousal that dripped down his wrist, pooling on the ground below them.
He slowed his fingers gradually, easing her down, murmuring sweet words in Mayan, pressing sweeter kisses to her lips.
She whined as he pulled his fingers from her body. "A-Attuma."
"K'iino'." He peppered kisses across her face, allowing her to catch her breath.
Attuma sat back and removed his loincloth, groaning as his wife wrapped a firm hand around his length. She stroked him languidly, pulling him toward her aching center. He hissed as Okoye dragged the tip of his member through her wetness.
"Yatan [Wife," he growled, squeezing her thighs, "ts'aa in polla ichil [Put my cock in you]."
"Taj muk'óolal, wíicham," she teased, throwing his words back in his face. But she had no more inclination to wait than he did.
Okoye's breath hitched as Attuma's cock nudged her clit. She was more than ready to take him, to feel the burning stretch of him as he split her open. Tilting her hips up, she placed the weeping head of his cock at her entrance and locked her legs behind his back. Her arms wound around his neck, and Attuma groaned as he sank into Okoye's velvet heat.
He filled her slowly, invading every sense until she could feel nothing but him. Attuma gazed down at the other half of his soul in adoration. Her skin glistened under the pale light of the moon, shining like the earth after Chaac's blessing. Breathy sighs of pleasure left her lips, a symphony meant only for his ears. Okoye's eyes fluttered shut as their hips met, overwhelmed with sensation.
"Open your eyes, in yakunaj."
Okoye blinked dazedly, her eyes unfocused.
Attuma rocked into her, delighting in her sharp gasp.
"Open, Okoye."
She opened her eyes, meeting his heated gaze. Her pupils were blown wide, a thin ring of brown around endless black.
He thrust again, watching as her brows furrowed and her mouth fell open.
"Have you missed this, in K'iino'?"
He could feel the quiver of her thighs as she tightened around him. Attuma began a shallow rhythm, working his cock inside of her.
"Have you missed the way your husband's cock fills you?"
His only answer was a moan as he sped up his thrusts. Attuma unwound Okoye's arms from his neck, kissing her palms before pinning her wrists above her head. He held them there with one hand, bringing the other to toy with her nipples. His strokes never stopped, withdrawing almost entirely before plunging back in, unrelenting.
"Have you missed the way I fuck you, in yakunaj?"
Attuma's hips snapped into hers harshly, punching the breath out of her lungs. Her eyes slammed shut, and she threw her head back, baring the dark expanse of her throat to him. He drove into her with hard, punishing strokes, filling her completely every time. He released her wrists and took hold of her throat.
"No answers for me, hm? Has my wife lost her ability to speak?"
Okoye rode the cusp of delirium, her body feverish. He shifted one of her legs to his shoulder, delving impossibly deeper, and her pleasure rocketed to new heights.
"Ah! At- Attuma! " She cried his name to the gods, hips bucking as she chased her next release. Her nails scorched trails of fire down his forearms.
"There you are." His grin was feral, white teeth glimmering in the dark night. "Come for me, K'iino'."
Attuma fucked Okoye through her orgasm, relishing in the sweet feel of her clenching around him. He didn't give her the chance to come down from her high. Swift and agile like his wayob, Attuma flipped his wife onto her front, pulling her to her knees.
He plunged back into her, giving no quarter.
Okoye sobbed, overwhelmed at the feeling of Attuma taking her. He was relentless and thorough, and she knew he wouldn't stop until he'd had his fill. Or she collapsed from exhaustion.
She felt him jogging his hips searchingly, seeking that secret place inside her. Realizing what he intended, Okoye scrambled for purchase on the soft grass, pathetically attempting to pull away. She reached back in vain, hoping to stop Attuma's efforts, but he swatted her hand away and tightened his grip on her hips.
"At- tuma! Ple- ase! Bast, I can't!" Okoye panted, breathless from the force of his strokes.
"You can," he asserted, still pistoning in and out of her, unfazed by her efforts, "You will. And once you do, I will fill you with my seed until it drips from your body."
Okoye could only moan as her back arched further, burying her face in her arms. Her mind was clouded, lost in the haze of ecstasy. Unconsciously, she bore down, rocking back into Attuma, fucking herself on his thick cock.
"Lelo' tuláakal, jats'uts. Ch'aik a ki' janal [That's it, beautiful. Take your pleasure," he praised her, delivering a sharp slap to her ass.
With a rough snap of his hips, Okoye keened, a bolt of white-hot pleasure racing up her spine as he found what he'd been searching for. She gasped a curse and tried to jerk away, but Attuma maintained his iron grip on her.
He thrust his cock into her with deadly precision, establishing a brutal rhythm. Every stroke forced a cry from her lips as he fucked her with ruthless purpose. The debauched sound of skin meeting skin and Okoye's ardent cries created a cacophony that drowned out the gentle sounds of the ocean.
Attuma's hand reached between her legs and began rubbing her clit in hard, fast circles. Okoye shrieked and felt every muscle in her body tensing as he propelled her to the edge. He thrust once, twice, and pinched her clit.
An electrifying shock of blinding pleasure sliced through her, and Okoye screamed.
She thrashed, muscles spasming violently as the dam broke and a gush of wetness poured from her.
Attuma grunted, his thrusts faltering at the feel of her sex clenching around him. He came with a low, guttural groan, spilling into her, filling her with warmth.
Okoye's body went limp beneath him, her muscles still spasming. He eased his cock from her, soothing her as she whimpered weakly. He grabbed his rebreather and laid down beside her. Attuma hauled Okoye on top of him and began massaging her undoubtedly sore muscles. He hummed a soft tune of relaxation, hoping to soothe her aches.
Okoye nuzzled into Attuma's chest, feeling sated and exhausted. She lay on top of him, smiling, warm, and content in his embrace, relaxed by the soft tune he hummed.
"Have I fulfilled my duties to your satisfaction, in K'iino'?" he asked softly.
Okoye chuckled, hiding her face in his chest. "I'd certainly say so."
"Good," he said, and Okoye could hear the smugness in his voice. "I strive to be the best."
She rolled her eyes playfully. "The best, hm?"
"Yes," he answered simply, running his large hands across her back. "It's nothing less than what you deserve."
Okoye froze, tears pricking her eyes. Just when she thought she couldn't love this stupid shark man anymore, he had to go and say something stupidly sentimental that made her heart soar. She blinked rapidly, fighting the urge to cry.
"Attuma," she breathed softly. "You don't have-"
"I do," he said firmly. "You are Okoye, daughter of Kioni, General of the Armies of Wakanda, the Most Fearsome Warrior on the surface world. You are the sun that brightens the sky and the other half of my soul. My perfect match in every way. There are not words for all that you deserve, but I will endeavor until my dying breath to be all that you need."
Okoye cursed softly as the tears she fought fell without her permission. Her husband's love was overwhelming in the best way. It filled all the holes in her armor and shielded her vulnerable pieces. The world was ruthless, and life could be cruel, but here, in Attuma of Talokan's arm, there was safety and solace. Here, there was comfort and peace.
Her overly-sweet husband took off his rebreather, nuzzled her cheek, and kissed away her tears. "Don't cry, in K'iino'."
"I can't help it, you stupid shark. You and your ulwimi olunobusi."
"My tongue is only honeyed because I've drunk from the sweetest source in this world."
"Yeka!" she cried, covering his mouth with her hand, laughing as he kissed her palm.
He laughed with her, and she cupped his face as they sobered. Okoye stared into her husband's eyes, stroking his cheek.
"You are more than I could've thought to pray for and more than I ever dared to dream of. I am honored to be your wife and honored to have you as my husband." She kissed him lovingly and sighed, laying back down on his chest.
"You're going to be an amazing father."
Attuma hummed, savoring her words and the feel of her lips on his. Then her words hit him.
"K'iino'?"