[ The sensation when she flutters around Hei borders on pain, a wet slick grip. Her scream breaks through all his thoughts, not a sound so much as a flash of sensation. He wants to hold her down, cover her, to bury his tongue in her mouth. But instead he stays where he is, too far above to reach. He wants to watch her shudder beneath him as he pounds her -- as she stretches her arms, flails amongst the sofa pillows, digs her hands into the cushions. The way he's holding her offers complete control. The most she can do is try to grapple his back, to keep her ankles hooked together, to dig her heels in against his spine and flex. ]
[ Settling a hand on her lower belly, Hei presses his thumb to her clit -- tight slick circles. His thrusts are the same, deep grinding strokes, then almost withdrawing each time, seeing if she'll rock her hips up to keep him in. He can hear himself breathing a little too quickly -- in and out -- hot little breaths which are loud in his own ears. Keeping his eyes fixed on Korra, the sight making his nerves spark, arousal pulsing beneath his veins. ]
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[ Settling a hand on her lower belly, Hei presses his thumb to her clit -- tight slick circles. His thrusts are the same, deep grinding strokes, then almost withdrawing each time, seeing if she'll rock her hips up to keep him in. He can hear himself breathing a little too quickly -- in and out -- hot little breaths which are loud in his own ears. Keeping his eyes fixed on Korra, the sight making his nerves spark, arousal pulsing beneath his veins. ]