...against him, kissing and biting her lips. Korra returns the kiss enthusiastically, happy that he was accepting her. She can't stop the gasp that escapes from her when she feels him place a wet kiss to her lower jaw. His lips seems to ignite her flesh as he kisses her. Mako's hands rest on her hips and she feels him spread her legs so that he can lie between then.
He's hard. And the feeling of him against her is a shock. His lips lower to her neck as his hips began to rock brutally against hers. Korra whimpers and wraps her legs against his hips in order to pull him even closer. She wants him closer than she's ever wanted anyone before. What's happening between them is scary but also thrilling and Korra wants more.
It's not long before she flips him over, so that she can sit firmly on his lap. It's the need to feel even more of him that causes her to slip out of her shirt. He stares up at her through half lidded away, and runs his gloved fingers along her newly exposed skin.
When he cups her breasts, tweaking her nipples through the bandages that uses the bind her breasts, Korra knows that even though she sits on top of him, he's won.
"Mako, fuck," She groans and grinds her hips against his even more earnestly. His hardness feels so good pressed against her, and the friction of their bodies create a pleasure that threatens to consume her.
He reaches between them in order to press his fingers...