[His pace changes and Korra clings tight, letting out little whimpers of pain as he pounds into her. It hurts -- just a hair more than what she finds pleasurable. At any other time she'd whack him and demand he slow down a bit. For tonight, she swallows her complaints and rides it out until he collapses against her. Only then does she remember how to breathe.
She combs the fingers of one hand through the hair on the back of his head, a gentle, almost soothing motion. She can still feel him hard inside her.]
Are you okay?
[He's always pulled out so quickly before; she has no idea whether this is normal or not.]
⊕ march 15th, late evening
She combs the fingers of one hand through the hair on the back of his head, a gentle, almost soothing motion. She can still feel him hard inside her.]
Are you okay?
[He's always pulled out so quickly before; she has no idea whether this is normal or not.]