[ He loves the feeling of her climbing, her body caught up in little pr-orgasmic jolts, her face flushed and mottled under the damp tangle of her hair. At her words, he feels a crazy glee light up his brain. It's a lot of coherence at such a delicate moment: not a talker, his Korra. ]
[ They're in a pool, so he's wary of letting off too strong a charge. Instead he repeats that game he'd played the first time, his free hand closing around the orb of one breast, squeezing it roughly, lifting it to his open mouth. He sucks with a singleminded pressure, the hard tug of teeth and a wet flick of tongue. God, she tastes so sweet, her breasts so soft, yet plump at the same time and resistant to his kneading fingers. ]
[ With his other hand, he keeps grinding the heel of his palm on her clit, in between sloppy whorls of thumb, deep nudging strokes of his cock. At the same time, trapping her nipple in the wet vaccum of his mouth, he lets a jag of electricity crackle out, brief and hot-cold, just enough to send the exquisite sensation shooting through her breast, then down to where he can almost feel the line connecting between her thighs, where heat blossoms and pressure builds to snapping-point. ]
[ He's determined, after all this unbearable waiting, to get her there. ]
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[ They're in a pool, so he's wary of letting off too strong a charge. Instead he repeats that game he'd played the first time, his free hand closing around the orb of one breast, squeezing it roughly, lifting it to his open mouth. He sucks with a singleminded pressure, the hard tug of teeth and a wet flick of tongue. God, she tastes so sweet, her breasts so soft, yet plump at the same time and resistant to his kneading fingers. ]
[ With his other hand, he keeps grinding the heel of his palm on her clit, in between sloppy whorls of thumb, deep nudging strokes of his cock. At the same time, trapping her nipple in the wet vaccum of his mouth, he lets a jag of electricity crackle out, brief and hot-cold, just enough to send the exquisite sensation shooting through her breast, then down to where he can almost feel the line connecting between her thighs, where heat blossoms and pressure builds to snapping-point. ]
[ He's determined, after all this unbearable waiting, to get her there. ]