[ There's a twinge of -- something in her expression. Annoyance. Uncertainty, maybe. He blots it out with a kiss, sharp as a bite, before replacing it with the warm flutter of his breath. ] It's a treat. You're not hard to please. [ That careful deliberation that lies behind his every word and movement is absent. That's probably why it doesn't occur to him that he's inadvertently telling her something about his past experiences. Something he doesn't yet realize he is revealing. That the sex with other women isn't always so satisfying. That most of his flings or serious relationships -- Amber included -- could be hard to please. Frustrating. That the amazingness of the sex with Korra is really about her, and not just about sex. She shouldn't assume he's like this all the time. ]
[ Right now, none of that seeps in, though. Instead he wrenches his palm away, quite without warning. Feeling for her hand, with sticky, slippery fingers, he guides it to her sex. Laying his own neatly on top of hers, he presses her middle finger into the wet cleft and begins to move her hand slowly. Catching the shell of her ear between light teeth, he traces his tongue across the rim -- a hot moist flick -- before murmuring, ]
I want to try something. Tell me when you're close.
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[ Right now, none of that seeps in, though. Instead he wrenches his palm away, quite without warning. Feeling for her hand, with sticky, slippery fingers, he guides it to her sex. Laying his own neatly on top of hers, he presses her middle finger into the wet cleft and begins to move her hand slowly. Catching the shell of her ear between light teeth, he traces his tongue across the rim -- a hot moist flick -- before murmuring, ]
I want to try something. Tell me when you're close.