... last thing they needed was the press catching them in the act. He thought he was doing her a favor when he tied his scarf around her head – apparently not.
"Untie me," He gasped, and Korra giggled while shaking her head. She runs her nails over the sensitive skin of his chest – hard enough to leave evidence of the scratches and he hissed. It wasn't exactly painful and only caused the heat in his groin to grow and spread. His hands jerk against their bindings and Mako knows that his wrists will probably be marked after all of this.
His hips push against hers in order to speed up their pace but she squeezed her strong thighs against his hips in order to still him. It worked, and he glared up at her – horny and in need. How long would she toy with him. Mako thinks that once she untied him she's really going to get it – But she didn't need to know that until later.
Her grin is too wide right now – he knows that she's pleased with herself and this thought caused both anger and desire to flare in his veins.
"Tell me what you want," Korra said, her own hand goes to rub between her legs as she speaks and he bites his lips to keep from groaning. 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 hi...