...g. Her eyes are half lidded with pleasure as she touches herself and Mako desperately wants his hands to be on her in the same way.
"You," He groaned, too beyond his own pride to even try to be coy. "I want you."
Korra licked her lips and smirked. "Good." She stood and slid her pants and fundoshi off, kicking them off of the bed. She positioned herself over him, reaching into his pants in order to pull out his cock. He gasped at the feeling of her fingers wrapped around him.
She stroked him, and he bucked against her sweaty palms. "Korra, please." He's desperate now.
"Well, since you asked so nicely," Korra holds his cock straight and allows herself to slide down unto him. Mako hissed at the feeling – she's wet and tight around him and he pulls once more at his bindings. Korra herself is gasping, she rocks her hips and the motions remind him subtly of the push and pull over the ocean as she takes him deeper inside of her.
She's still moving so slowly, and he can see her massaging her own clit with one her hands – He bucks against her, trying to drive himself deeper – but the action is awkward because of his bindings. He feels sparks of fire shoot out of his mouth – an unfortunate habit that had since childhood whenever he was frustrated, and of course Korra found it hilarious.
It's too hot.