...ly slow motion as she kissed him. Korra draws his lower lip into her mouth, sucking gently and running her tongue along his bruised lip. Mako shuddered and groaned. He wanted her.
It would have been simple to touch her, to grab her hips and move against her so much more quickly – liked he wanted to rather than the tortuously cruel pace that she was setting in the moment if his hands weren't tied to the bed post.
With his scarf. He's sure that once this is older and the blood has rushed back to his head – he'll be angry at her, but right now he just wants to touch her.
And it's too damn hot.
"This is pay back," Korra smiled against his lips, and when she sits up placing herself firmly against his erection with her hair hanging loose and wild against her shoulders, she looks every bit the powerful woman that he knows her to be.
"For what?" Mako's own voice sounds husky in his ears and she laughs breathlessly, still dragging her hips against his in that infuriatingly slow manner. He tugs at the scarf binding and wonders if he can mend the damage if he sets it on fire in order to release himself.
"Well," Korra chooses her words delicately, seemingly savoring them. "You gagged me in the park." Oh. He had done that, hadn't he? To his credit, she was being incredibly loud about their some what public love making and the last thing they needed was the press catching them in the act. He thoug...