[ It makes his skin prickle, the way she rocks against him. It's touch, that's all it is, yet the seconds seem to shiver by, drawn out into an endless, breathless age. ]
[ Jaw clenched, he sinks back into the pillows, barely holding back a hiss, and his fingers dig tight into Korra's hipbones. Each time she just rubs him against the seam of her body, he feels the exquisite softness of her folds, the smooth stretch and parting of her slick entrance. His eyes are closed as he rocks under her, not insistent but warning, his thigh muscles bunching and flexing. He wants to sink into her, balls-deep, wants to fuck her in every position he knows, wants her mouth on his cock, wants everything and anything that can be crammed into these few hours until the want is purged, only to resurge again later -- an endless pattern of wax and wane. ]
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[ It makes his skin prickle, the way she rocks against him. It's touch, that's all it is, yet the seconds seem to shiver by, drawn out into an endless, breathless age. ]
[ Jaw clenched, he sinks back into the pillows, barely holding back a hiss, and his fingers dig tight into Korra's hipbones. Each time she just rubs him against the seam of her body, he feels the exquisite softness of her folds, the smooth stretch and parting of her slick entrance. His eyes are closed as he rocks under her, not insistent but warning, his thigh muscles bunching and flexing. He wants to sink into her, balls-deep, wants to fuck her in every position he knows, wants her mouth on his cock, wants everything and anything that can be crammed into these few hours until the want is purged, only to resurge again later -- an endless pattern of wax and wane. ]