...ick circles around her left nipple. Korra can't help herself; she cries out with desire.
"Say it," he tells her again. "Tell me what you want me to do to you."
She glares defiantly at him, but inside, her resolve is weakening, and she's sure he knows it. He leans forward, and suddenly she can feel him, feel the bulge in his underwear pressing against her thighs. He rocks his hips forward, the friction making her moan, though it does nothing to alleviate the throbbing ache between her legs.
"Please," she whimpers, looking him in the eyes. "Touch me, Mako."
He smirks smugly – she wants to wipe that smirk off his face.
"Where, Korra? Tell me," he rumbles.
She struggles against her bonds, trying to free her hands, but to no avail. Slumping back in defeat, she sighs.
"Everywhere," she says. "Just do it. Please."
His smirk grows, and then he's palming her breasts, pinching her nipples and suckling on them. She cries out, loudly, and jerks her hips up, trying to rub against him to seek relief for the oh so prominent ache between her legs.
One hand still kneading and palming her breast, Mako reaches his other hand further down, tracing a path down her stomach to between her legs, to touch the soaked cloth that covers her from his hungry eyes.
"Did I make you this way, Korra?" he whispers into he...