[ Dragging her clumsily into place atop him, Hei alternates between her overspilling breasts, soft and warm, full of pulse like her sex. Her moan vibrates right through her sternum and into his skull, a hot buzz that snatches his breath away. Nuzzling, panting, the mushy thud of Korra's heart separated by mere layers of skin and muscle and bone, he drags his cheek along one smooth, hot side-swell, the rough prickle of his stubble pressing into her skin. Gulps a dark nipple into his mouth, feeding on it shamelessly, worrying it stiff with scraping teeth and the flat of his tongue. ]
[ Between her thighs, his fingers crook carefully against her sweet-spot. He massages the slick, clutching heat of her, his thumb wedged tight across her clit. Coaxing her into a simmer, then a froth, feeling those familiar molecules dancing invisibly beneath her muscles, a silent gathering flexion -- before he slows, the spike of tension flattening into a sag. Each small movement sends a cloud of her scent up from between her parted thighs, gnawing bright-red holes into his brain. He wants desperately to taste her, to fuck her -- but it's clear she wants to be teased. ]
[ Right hand splayed across her lower-back, he nudges her with a quiet Better this way, until she's crawled up his length. His fingers pop free of her sex: his tongue flickers out, licking them clean -- before he drags her up the rest of the way, until she's kneeling over his head. He's got a good view of her glistening sex in the ambient dimness, can smell the perfume of her arousal -- seasalt-bright and rockpool hot. ]
[ Hooking her thighs in his hands, he drags her the last little way to his mouth. Crouched over his face, she is at the perfect angle for him to lap his tongue down along her plump wet folds -- to sink it into the slippery, heated opening even as he covers the crest of her clitoris with his relentlessly sucking mouth. ]
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[ Between her thighs, his fingers crook carefully against her sweet-spot. He massages the slick, clutching heat of her, his thumb wedged tight across her clit. Coaxing her into a simmer, then a froth, feeling those familiar molecules dancing invisibly beneath her muscles, a silent gathering flexion -- before he slows, the spike of tension flattening into a sag. Each small movement sends a cloud of her scent up from between her parted thighs, gnawing bright-red holes into his brain. He wants desperately to taste her, to fuck her -- but it's clear she wants to be teased. ]
[ Right hand splayed across her lower-back, he nudges her with a quiet Better this way, until she's crawled up his length. His fingers pop free of her sex: his tongue flickers out, licking them clean -- before he drags her up the rest of the way, until she's kneeling over his head. He's got a good view of her glistening sex in the ambient dimness, can smell the perfume of her arousal -- seasalt-bright and rockpool hot. ]
[ Hooking her thighs in his hands, he drags her the last little way to his mouth. Crouched over his face, she is at the perfect angle for him to lap his tongue down along her plump wet folds -- to sink it into the slippery, heated opening even as he covers the crest of her clitoris with his relentlessly sucking mouth. ]