[ The room -- or maybe just the want bubbling under Hei's skin -- is hot enough that he feels a droplet of sweat streaking down his spine. Responding to the drum of Korra's heels against his back, he presses in tighter. Licks up and down the wet seam of her, once, twice, tentative but also needy. Her pubic hair is tangled in a peak just above her clit, and the material of her panties bunches up until it's in the way. He stops for a moment to yank the scrap down and off, narrowly avoiding the impulse to tear it. Spreading her knees so he can get in more easily, he uses his fingers to separate her and then traces his tongue along the length of her, loving how the taste changes from front to back: tart to almost astringent. ]
[ His intention is to take his time with this -- to savor her -- but Hei's never claimed to be an expert at that. Not with the way she's choking back those tasty little screams and squirming under him. ]
Sunday! \^^/
[ His intention is to take his time with this -- to savor her -- but Hei's never claimed to be an expert at that. Not with the way she's choking back those tasty little screams and squirming under him. ]
[ No, this isn't going to take long at all. ]