[ Hei isn't sure if it was the momentum of Korra pulling his hair, or if he'd dipped his head that exact moment -- but in the next breath, his humid mouth is sealed tight between Korra's thighs. The sound of her moan makes him want to lick it from her mouth. But he's lapping his tongue in the opposite direction. Downwards. ]
[ He grips her hips in his hands, dragging her nearer. Lifts one thigh to his shoulder, his stubbled cheek scratching the tender skin inside. Eyes drifting half-shut, he breathes her in, the wild, jungle smell of her excitement mixing saltily with sawdust and sweat. Here, he can look at her, the deep pink of her spread lips, framed by dark hair. Wet. He traces the outline of Korra's sex with the very tip of his tongue, letting a cluster of sparks fizzle across the saltyslick parting. Presses the gentlest kiss to the point of her clit, letting the whole sensitive bundle of nerves feel alive with the tingles vibrating off his lips -- before he gives up on restraint. He digs his short fingernails in, five crescents on each of Korra's spread thighs, wrenching them wider apart, and hums as he licks her, slow and lewd, once, twice. Again. Harder. More greedily. ]
[ Sticky-mouthed, sweaty-handed, he teases and sucks and kisses, letting the thrumming surge of energy build a shade darker. Breaks from between Korra's thighs to lean forward, pressing her tart flavor back to her mouth in biting kisses, then trying to find all the parts on her body which are warmest and most sensitive; the curves of damp heat beneath the swell of each breast, the puckers of her nipples, the shallow navel, the pits of her elbows, the smooth inner-thighs and the sweat-salty curls between them again. The charges flowing from his mouth are zaps now, not harsh or painful, but like tiny bites from a million cold-hot teeth -- tingles and vibratos soothed by the wet sweeps of his tongue. ]
[ He wants to turn all the meridians of Korra's body into a surface of sensation. See how much she can take, before he brings her jolting and shrieking over the edge. ]
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[ He grips her hips in his hands, dragging her nearer. Lifts one thigh to his shoulder, his stubbled cheek scratching the tender skin inside. Eyes drifting half-shut, he breathes her in, the wild, jungle smell of her excitement mixing saltily with sawdust and sweat. Here, he can look at her, the deep pink of her spread lips, framed by dark hair. Wet. He traces the outline of Korra's sex with the very tip of his tongue, letting a cluster of sparks fizzle across the saltyslick parting. Presses the gentlest kiss to the point of her clit, letting the whole sensitive bundle of nerves feel alive with the tingles vibrating off his lips -- before he gives up on restraint. He digs his short fingernails in, five crescents on each of Korra's spread thighs, wrenching them wider apart, and hums as he licks her, slow and lewd, once, twice. Again. Harder. More greedily. ]
[ Sticky-mouthed, sweaty-handed, he teases and sucks and kisses, letting the thrumming surge of energy build a shade darker. Breaks from between Korra's thighs to lean forward, pressing her tart flavor back to her mouth in biting kisses, then trying to find all the parts on her body which are warmest and most sensitive; the curves of damp heat beneath the swell of each breast, the puckers of her nipples, the shallow navel, the pits of her elbows, the smooth inner-thighs and the sweat-salty curls between them again. The charges flowing from his mouth are zaps now, not harsh or painful, but like tiny bites from a million cold-hot teeth -- tingles and vibratos soothed by the wet sweeps of his tongue. ]
[ He wants to turn all the meridians of Korra's body into a surface of sensation. See how much she can take, before he brings her jolting and shrieking over the edge. ]