[ Gazing up at her, past the slope of her belly and uptilted breasts, her hair falling in dark creeping tendrils around her reddened face, it's impossible not to remember that night at the club. Memory and Korra's body quiver in echo of each other. The way her moan makes his brain reel around inside his skull. The way his arms force her thighs helplessly wider, until he can envelop her sex with his mouth. The way she surges and twitches as if balancing on some high edge one moment, and pressing herself against his busy tongue the next. Each stuttered movement carries sparks of recognition, as Hei thinks, Oh. ]
[ I missed this. ]
[ He starts to suck softly, a slow-gathering pressure across her clit -- broken only when he laps soft-tongued across the pink fringe of her inner-lips, curls his tongue into her tightly-fluttering entrance, forcing it open with thick, sloppy stabs. He is immediately entranced -- this aroma, this taste, this sweet delicate flesh he'd never thought to touch again. Needing to be immersed, he drags her in closer, fingers biting into the wings of her hipbones, a constellation of dark bruises. ]
[ The minutes unspool slowly. He stays with her, patient and greedy in turns, sparking that charge along her nerves. Sometimes furling his tongue inside her as deep as it will go, sucking mercilessly at her sodden folds with a raw appreciative growl. Sometimes exhaling open-mouthed across her twitchy clit, between delicate, barely-there flicks with the tip of his tongue. Other times detaching completely, to lick a wet line up each smooth juncture where her inner thighs meet her pelvis, mouthing at the outline of her pussy, the soft damp hair that frames it. ]
[ At his groin, his erection throbs for attention in its low-key way, a dull ache that skates between pleasure and pain. He ignores it, his tongue probing and teasing her seeping folds -- and fuck she is hot. With anyone else, it would be a trivial adjective, but with her, it is a blossoming confession, an act of contrition. ]
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[ I missed this. ]
[ He starts to suck softly, a slow-gathering pressure across her clit -- broken only when he laps soft-tongued across the pink fringe of her inner-lips, curls his tongue into her tightly-fluttering entrance, forcing it open with thick, sloppy stabs. He is immediately entranced -- this aroma, this taste, this sweet delicate flesh he'd never thought to touch again. Needing to be immersed, he drags her in closer, fingers biting into the wings of her hipbones, a constellation of dark bruises. ]
[ The minutes unspool slowly. He stays with her, patient and greedy in turns, sparking that charge along her nerves. Sometimes furling his tongue inside her as deep as it will go, sucking mercilessly at her sodden folds with a raw appreciative growl. Sometimes exhaling open-mouthed across her twitchy clit, between delicate, barely-there flicks with the tip of his tongue. Other times detaching completely, to lick a wet line up each smooth juncture where her inner thighs meet her pelvis, mouthing at the outline of her pussy, the soft damp hair that frames it. ]
[ At his groin, his erection throbs for attention in its low-key way, a dull ache that skates between pleasure and pain. He ignores it, his tongue probing and teasing her seeping folds -- and fuck she is hot. With anyone else, it would be a trivial adjective, but with her, it is a blossoming confession, an act of contrition. ]