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Out of all the years of being a Great Talokan Warrior, Attuma has never found his self control being tested like it's being tested right now.
But of course, Okoye always knew how to test him in the best of ways.
He let out a shuddering breath as hers increased in pitch, her hand (he so desperately wanted to hold in his own) reaching up her chest to slowly roll her hardened nipple between her fingers.
He licked his bottom lip and tucked it underneath his teeth, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees as he continued watching her torturous show.
She released a breathy chuckle, "Having a hard time over there?"
Not wanting to feed into her teasing, he remained silent. This just made her laugh more, her busy fingers thrusting even faster in and out of her soaking wet cunt.
The sounds, oh Chaac, the sounds she made were siren calls within their own right, driving Attuma closer and closer to the edge.
He wanted to touch and taste her all over, absolutely wreck this woman who laid herself out in front of him like the most rich and luxurious offering. Her feet tangled with the fluffy red throw blanket she kept on her bed. He watched her glossed lips fall open as she jerked her hand upwards inside herself, her entire body coming to a sudden halt. Her arched back slowly rested back onto the bed as her body wracked with shivers, a guttural moan escaping from her lips as she relaxed and then slowly resumed her fingering.
Attuma couldn't take this! He was supposed to be the one assaulting her body with pleasure, the one making her tremble, the one to make her cum!
It was a job he took very seriously, ya know?
She was just being cruel by pleasuring herself in front of him (like he couldn't do better) and then have the gall to call it a "game". Something told him he should've never agreed to this when he saw the truly wicked grin on his fiancés face when he came home.
"Attuma~."
His name came out from the depths of Okoye’s voice, so raw and open and needy. The Talokanilian had to grip the arm rests of the chair he resided in to keep himself from jumping up and snatching her hand away from her cunt to replace it with his mouth.
This was killing him.
He raised an eyebrow when the woman suddenly sat up from her position. He glanced over her rich dark skin, glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Her chest heaved mildly, Attuma realizing that he was panting along with her just as hard.
With a smirk, she swung her legs to the side of the bed to stand up. Attuma held his breath as he anticipated her every step towards him.
One foot in front of the other, she strutted to him with sex filled grace, the sway of her hips hypnotizing him. Attuma's mouth watered as she stopped right in front of him, bending her left leg to rest her knee in between his legs. She gripped the back of the chair to lean forward, her entire upper body pressed against her lover's face. Two perky nipples rested right at Attuma's line of vision and he could practically feel his erection throb with want and pure and utter need.
He licked and bit his lip once more to keep himself from just taking one in his mouth, to finally have that skin to skin contact he's been craving since she shed her clothing and began touching herself on the bed with one rule on her lips: "No Touching".
He glanced up and rolled his eyes at the look of utter triumph in her brown ones, looking down at him with such a "Oh you poor thing~" undertone.
He never broke eye contact as he felt her slick nimble fingers trace along the line of his mouth where he currently had the bottom lip tucked in. He immediately opened his mouth and leaned forward, not even giving her the opportunity to shove her fingers inside, to begin sucking and licking her cum drenched fingers clean.
Her exhale of breath washed over him and he smirked as he finally released her hand, the both of them satisfied with his performance.
Thinking she was going to return to the bed to finish herself off, a cold tremor of anguish filled Attuma as Okoye brought her spit slicked finger back down to play with herself.
He watched with a sinking feeling in his stomach as she was so close, so fucking close…
Literally inches away from his face, Okoye parted herself to toy and rub at her swollen clit, her stance above him faltering for a split second.
Attuma let his head fall back, letting out a frustrated sigh. Before he could even bring himself back upwards, a handful of his hair was yanked forward, his face now resting even closer to the subject of his burning desires.
He could practically feel the heat radiating off his fiancés pussy. Her smell was so tantalizing but was too far away, he needed to be in it, buried in it right now!
"Okoye." He choked out, clearing his throat when he realized that over her own moaning, she might now have heard him, "Okoye." He repeated firmer.
The Wakandan hooked one of her hands around the back of her neck, leaving her bent arm to hang outwards as she practically fucked her own right hand, Attuma having to pull himself together (as best as he can) as he could feel her wetness dripping down onto his thigh.
His gaze stayed onto her cunt but he could feel her eyes on him waiting to hear what he had to say, "Give it to me." He simply said.
He couldn't help but smile as she chuckled lowly, "I said No Touching Attuma."
"Tasting technically isn't touching."
Her hand stopped fingering herself, the sudden halt making her knees buckle. She gathered herself quickly and finally her lover glanced up at her through his lashes, "Now." Was all he demanded before Okoye was positioning herself up onto his chest.
Attuma sunk down a little in the chair to be more comfortable as his fiancé finally wriggled herself to align with his face. Her thighs rested onto his shoulders as her legs hung over the back of the chair, her bottom half being seated perfectly to give her fiancé full on access to her sloppy wet hole.
Okoye didn't even have a second to prepare before a strong tongue licked the entire slip of her cunt.
"Ah!" She yelled out as Attuma began to suckle on her clit, the new, sudden rush of sensation making her entire body shake, "F-Fuck, Attuma!"
She combed through his hair with her fingers, her lover letting out a moan of his own, the vibrations from his mouth making tremors ring throughout her already overstimulated core.
He continued to eat her out like a starved man, ignoring the pulsating of his own arousal, solely focused on making his Warrior come into his mouth.
The clenching of her strong thighs around his head was indication that she was close and only after about 3 more strokes of his tongue, warm wetness gushed out into his mouth.
He ignored the tired out whines from his fiancé as he tried to suck every last drop of her release out of her spent cunt.
"Attuma!" She moaned out loudly, her tone being pleasure on the borderline of pain, then and only then did the Talokanilian cease.
Okoye sank down his body to seat herself across his lap, each of her legs bent over either of his respectfully, her quivering pussy rested right against his straining erection underneath his clothes.
They sat in silence for a while as the Wakandan regained full feeling over her bodily functions. She finally hooked her arms around her lover's neck and leaned up slightly to give him a deep kiss. She rested a hand on his burning cheek as the pair separated. She looked into his dark eyes and snickered to herself at the dopey look on his face, his entire mouth glistening with her cum. She wiped her mouth with a single hand before resting chest to chest against her man.
She noticed the hesitation in his arms as he wanted to hug her around her waist. She smiled and pecked his mouth again, "You can touch me now, Attuma." She whispered against his lips.
Before the entire sentence left her mouth, strong arms wrapped around her and hauled her up to hook her legs around his hips to secure herself. No words were said as the Talokanilian Warrior carried her back towards the bed and by the feeling of his rock hard cock against her already revitalized pussy, Okoye promised herself she would never make her poor Husband-to-Be play this game again.