[ Indulgence like this is a temptation Hei can rarely afford. He almost wonders what the repercussions for this mistake -- because it is a mistake -- will be. Except the thought is just a loose pinball rolling around in his skull and bouncing off the twinkling lights of his brain. Her hand slips down, and he lets it, breath hitching briefly in sync with hers, his teeth gnawing at the crook of her jaw, the rapid beat of her heart pulsing her neck vein. He's got both hands on her breasts now, heavy delicious weights, Stitching the nipples almost viciously, he clutches them hard before the first stinging slaps come, the flesh swaying beneath the hot shocks of the spanks -- heating, reddening. He's not afraid of hurting her. Learning to take pain is an important lesson -- they both know it, because they've been trained to deflect it and to dish it out. It comes in handy. ]
[ But in the next beat, he draws back, fingers gripping her waistband. Drags her jeans down her legs, a wadded-up constriction around her ankles. Dust drifts in shafts of weak light from the greenhouse glass. Even from this angle, he can see the plump cleft of her sex through her panties. Sopping-wet, the cotton molded to her labia. He tears the fabric down the middle, the underwear pulling away with a stinging snap of elastic. Dropping a hand between her thighs, he cups her there, a hard enveloping squeeze, the forefinger rubbing up and down rapidly over her clit. Then again comes the walloping slap between her legs, stinging the slick flesh -- cruelly, yet almost caressingly, as if punishing the plump wet lips, the taut nub of her clit. ]
[ Straightening, Hei steps back, shoes crunching on the gravel. His dick aches in his trousers; he unzips himself one-handed, drawing out his erection, moist-tipped and ruddy, stroking it with a slow twist of the wrist. The other hand reaches down and hauls Korra by the hair, draws her up off the bed of peat, his fingers tangled into the dark furry spill. ]
[ Flatly, ]
Let's see if that mouth is good for something besides backtalk.
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Date: 2015-03-28 02:57 am (UTC)[ But in the next beat, he draws back, fingers gripping her waistband. Drags her jeans down her legs, a wadded-up constriction around her ankles. Dust drifts in shafts of weak light from the greenhouse glass. Even from this angle, he can see the plump cleft of her sex through her panties. Sopping-wet, the cotton molded to her labia. He tears the fabric down the middle, the underwear pulling away with a stinging snap of elastic. Dropping a hand between her thighs, he cups her there, a hard enveloping squeeze, the forefinger rubbing up and down rapidly over her clit. Then again comes the walloping slap between her legs, stinging the slick flesh -- cruelly, yet almost caressingly, as if punishing the plump wet lips, the taut nub of her clit. ]
[ Straightening, Hei steps back, shoes crunching on the gravel. His dick aches in his trousers; he unzips himself one-handed, drawing out his erection, moist-tipped and ruddy, stroking it with a slow twist of the wrist. The other hand reaches down and hauls Korra by the hair, draws her up off the bed of peat, his fingers tangled into the dark furry spill. ]
[ Flatly, ]
Let's see if that mouth is good for something besides backtalk.