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Smutty smut smut.
"Neteyam we can't" Aneysa whispers, as he pulls her into his old bedroom.
Which now, was a room that belonged to no one.
"You're afraid of this?" Neteyam asks, "the Aneysa I know, is afraid? I did not think I'd see the day."
"I'm not afraid" Aneysa claps back.
"Are you sure?" Neteyam asks, his fingers brush the bottom of her chin, as he lifts her head up to look at him, wanting to tease her.
"Yes. I am not afraid of being sexual in risky places" Aneysa replies.
"Then prove it" he smirks back, knowing the outcome he'd receive.
With a swift motion, Aneysa found herself wrapped around him, after giving in to her husbands request.
"You'll regret wanting me in this state" Aneysa warns him, looking down to see his head reach her chest.
"Eh.. I look forward to being worn out by you" Neteyam responds, a chuckle escaping his mouth before he turns her over.
Leaning her against the wall, Neteyam then places his hands on each side of her waist, sliding down to reach her hips.
"To see you just standing there, in these jeans, my name tattooed across your lower back. You really are mine, aren't you?" He smiles.
"Don't be to sure" Aneysa teases.
"Your failed attempt to tease me does not work" Neteyam lets out a tsk, "we both know you belong to me."
"Tey" Aneysa turns her head to get a look at him, "I won't say it unless you make me."
"I know" he nods, letting go of her hips, "that why I plan on fucking it out of you."
In a flurry of swift, purposeful movements, he deftly shed his jacket, each motion deliberate and efficient.
She bit her bottom lip, almost sinking her teeth in enough to rip her skin, and let herself bleed.
But with a sudden gasp, she feels her head lift up, forcefully, by Neteyam's hand who grasped onto her hair quite firmly.
"Perhaps I should warn you, I don't plan on being easy with you" Neteyam whispers, "after all, you walking around in them jeans, you knew exactly what you were doing to me."
"I wasn't counting on it" she smirks, "after all, I know you'll give it to me just the way I want it."
His grip on her hair becomes loose, when he motions his arm around her upper body, pulling her towards him.
"All that tension in your body" Neteyam spoke, whilst using his free hand to travel down to the button that was keep her tightly clothed.
"I want you to watch me get rid of that tension. I'm sure you can do that for me, can't you?" Neteyam asks.
To which Aneysa simply nodded, already looking down as she watches him undress her lower body, with just one hand.
"What's wrong? You've suddenly gone all quiet" Neteyam smirks once again, knowing the effect he had on her, when she had been untouched for quite some time.
"I can't be as vocal as I'm known to be. There's children around" Aneysa replies.
"You are right" Neteyam sighs, "I guess you'll have to keep yourself quiet."
His hands become busy, as he unzips her slowly, whilst the tension rises within the air.
Aneysa then wriggles herself slighly, to make it easier on Neteyam to pull down her jeans, that was keeping him away from the touch of her soft skin.
His voice softens slightly as he whispers "good girl".
As his fingers curl around her sensitive areas, his mouth lowers closer to her neck, as his body presses up against hers.
He begins to bite softly and his tongue swirls around her neck in little circles, giving the sensation of licking her in small movements.
He watches her, as her head falls back, against his shoulder.
A sudden deja vu, to their first sexual encounter in his bedroom.
"I've barely touched you and already you're so sensitive" Neteyam chuckles lowly, as he watches his wife become entirely flustered.
"Stop it" she whispers, as she contains herself from letting out possibly the most sinful noises.
"Stop what?" Neteyam asks her.
She looks at him innocently, a pout at her lips, as she speaks, "stop teasing me like that."
To which he smiles in response.
As he felt the smooth skin along her legs he couldn't help but feel his body heat up.
His hand began to slide up her thigh, his fingers getting a feel of just how turned on she was, as she dripped down her thighs.
He was enjoying her reaction to everything he was doing to her body.
"Oh, you really are sensitive.. you just can't contain yourself right?" he whispers, as he moves his hand away.
"Why did you stop?" She asks him, slightly frustrated.
Neteyam had only stopped, wanting to turn her around to face him.
And as he did, she found herself silenced, when he roughly slams his lips against hers, his hands now reaching to grasp onto her hair, tugging it slightly.
With reciprocating feelings, Aneysa finds her hands behind his neck, pushing his tongue deeper into her, never wanting this moment to end.
Her legs shiver as they're bare, yet the heat between her thighs, which Neteyam caused, made up for all of it.
"Do you even know how much this turns me on when you lose all of your self control when you're around me?" he says, after he had teasingly pulled away from their kiss, his teeth gently pulling onto her bottom lip as he did so.
With much going on, the two of them had never had the time to interact with one another this way, only making it more difficult to now let go.
Aneysa then pushed him over to the bed, watching him as he lands straight on his bottom, both his palms against the mattress.
He tilts his head, hiding the small smirk with confusion, wondering what she wished to do next.
His eyes do not wish to break focus, as he watches her pull up that ruched crop top, off her body.
As adorable as he found her to be in it, the trouble caused in his pants only made him hate the idea of her wearing it, when at this moment, he'd prefer her completely naked.
It felt as though the universe was playing an awful trick on him, as watching her felt as though she were moving in slow motion.
From her hair falling behind her shoulders, to her knees touching the floor as she crawls towards him.
He let out a breath of air, before sucking it right back in. A weird feeling to his stomach, as it felt it were moving around in circles, just by her presence.
His eyes filled with lust, when he looks down at her, finding her head possibly in between his legs.
It were hard to tell anymore, when his mind had been blown elsewhere.
She knew what she were doing. And she knew the effect it had on him.
Of course she did. Aneysa was his wife after all.
If she had learnt anything within the three years of them being married, his turn ons were definitely one of the factors.
"Remember how you said I was afraid?" She asks, whilst her fingers help themselves to unbuckle his belt.
"Mhm" he responded.
It were hardly a response, but she took it anyways with a smile.
"Do you take back your statement?" She asks him.
To which he nods, unknowingly, to captivated into her eyes to understand the slightest thing that we're going on around him.
She smirks, as she lifts herself up, her hands then pulling down his boxers.
And boy, did she smile widely from the sight in front of her.
"You really are turned on" she mutters to herself, letting out a chuckle.
Neteyam, who was leaned back, then sat up straight his arm cradled around her waist as he pulls her in closer.
With his head reaching between her breasts, Neteyam takes a moment to appreciate just how perfect she was, when he leaned over and placed a kiss gently above her stomach.
Looking back up at her, he had caught Aneysa giving him a warm smile, before pushing him from his shoulders once again, having him lay back onto the bed.
With not a single struggle, Aneysa then placed herself above him, her legs placed on each side of his hips, leaning forward to kiss him yet again.
And as he embraces it, Neteyam finds it the perfect opportunity to make himself become domineering once again, all with just one thrust.
She drops her head back, her eyes crossing over the moment he felt him hit her exactly in the right spot. Her mouth became agape, after she gasped, after being unaware that he was to do that.
He chuckles softly as he notices her mind become unattached.
"Now you really want to know how far I'll go?" he whispers.
"Tey-"
"I can show you better than I can tell you" he smirks, not letting her get a word in when his hands grasp her face roughly, reaching for her tongue with his.
With his hand, that was completely unoccupied, he found it much comfort to place against her rear end, before sinking his fingers deep into her cheeks.
Whispers of their past selves, almost coming alive within the room they were in.
Sinful gasps, and whispers, escaping the two of them, as they become a complete mess.
Their bodies melting together.
She rests her palm against his chest, as the two of them throw their heads back.
Neteyam had let out a grunt, the moment he felt himself twice inside her.
Aneysa gasps, as she looks up, a feeling of galaxies flowing around her head before the two of them look back at each other once again.
"We should do this more often" Neteyam smirks, before rolling her over, his body now hovering over what he'd prefer to, as a candle lit body.
"We're going to get into a lot of trouble" Aneysa whispers, her voice seemingly telling that she were out of breath.
"That's perfectly fine by me" Neteyam smiled in response.
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"Tuk!" Neytiri calls to her daughter, who was at the far end of the pool.
As Tuk looked up, she found her mother calling to her, resulting in her dismissing herself.
"What is it? What's wrong?" Tuk asks.
"Do you know where Aneysa went? Neteyam was looking for her, but I can't seem to find her" Neytiri asks.
"She said she was going to use the bathroom" Tuk tells her.
"But Neteyam said he needed to use the bathroom" Neytiri looked at her daughter confused.
"...oh Jesus Christ" Tuk whispers.
She looks down for a moment, and back at her mother.
The two of them giving a knowing look before Neytiri smiles.
"Never mind. You continue" she awkwardly walks off.
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This took me forever, and I'm sorry, but writing spicy content is hard sometimes 😭