[ He watches her roll and surge beneath him with movements not unlike those of a stormy wave. And that's the charm, with Korra isn't it? The unpredictability. You can never be entirely sure what she will do or say next. Sometimes that constant uncertainty is thrilling, like watching the roulette wheel spin and wondering if his number will come up. Other times it feels more like being caught in a tempest and waiting for either the drowning plunge or the freak lightning strike. ]
[ Case in point. ]
[ Her hand closes on his cock's jutting heft, and Hei sucks a hissing grunt between his teeth. His hips jerk, small suppressed pushes, before he drops one oil-slicked palm down to cover hers. He doesn't drag it away. Just shows her how to tease the underlying vein in slow, circular strokes, before rubbing her thumb cruelly across the weeping slit. At the same time he drops his head, the heavy bramble of his hair dragging ticklishly across her breasts, before he gulps one nipple into his mouth, rolling it first gently then almost viciously between hard teeth and wet flicks of tongue. Less a ploy to distract her, more a dirtysweet self-indulgence -- giving himself a taste before the inevitable withdrawal. ]
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[ Case in point. ]
[ Her hand closes on his cock's jutting heft, and Hei sucks a hissing grunt between his teeth. His hips jerk, small suppressed pushes, before he drops one oil-slicked palm down to cover hers. He doesn't drag it away. Just shows her how to tease the underlying vein in slow, circular strokes, before rubbing her thumb cruelly across the weeping slit. At the same time he drops his head, the heavy bramble of his hair dragging ticklishly across her breasts, before he gulps one nipple into his mouth, rolling it first gently then almost viciously between hard teeth and wet flicks of tongue. Less a ploy to distract her, more a dirtysweet self-indulgence -- giving himself a taste before the inevitable withdrawal. ]