Mako lifts her up slightly, her legs are wrapped around his waist and her hair is a dark river. His fingernails lightly scrape the pale insides of her thighs and like a drum beat, 1, 2, 3, his fingers tap nervously before crawling inside of her. "Ha, ah" Asami breathes. Her eyes are wide and there is a pleasant look on her face. "Is everything alright?"

"Yes, Mako...everything is-" His fingers curl and press deeper. Her hand is on his face, a few strands of his hair caught in her fingers. She caresses him, the delicate skin of his ears, his lips. She pulls him to her, kissing him. This isn't gentle. This isn't how the usually kiss. She bites at his tongue, making him moan. Making him grasp at her ass, pinching her perfect skin. His fingers pump in her. Her breathing is faster now. He knows she is close and that makes him harder than he already is.

She lets out a gasp, a moan, an illusion of a scream. She really wants to be loud, to be heard, but it's in her nature to fight against what she wants.

There's a glint in her eyes. "I'm ready,"

Mako can't help but grin. There's blood in the water and cum. He feels strange thinking someone will have to clean the pool out, probably the butler who hated him and his brother before they even got here. Strange as in he could barely contain his laughter.

Asami picks up on this. "What's so funny? I want to know."

"Nothing. I just, I'm the luckiest man for meeting you."

"You are. But really you should be thanking my moped. That thing's uncontrollable." She touches his cock. It's throbbing so much it's almost painful. He's big and that makes her excited and a little scared.

Mako kisses her neck, his hands resting on her lower back and ass to give her support before pushing into her. He groans, this relief. He's been waiting so long for this. Her head lulls back, her eyes closing. She wants to enjoy this. He tries to take it slow, relax himself. He's doesn't want to come too soon. There is pleasure erupting in them, driving them wild. Their skin is burning hot, the cool water doing nothing, but carrying their sweat a few inches away.

He grips her tightly when it's over, his body shuddering. She's only slightly more composed. They stay there locked in each other's embrace a little longer, admiring each other's bodies, the gentle waves of their breathing patterns almost matched. This once Mako's thoughts were only on Asami. You don't get this back, no matter how hard you try and he was glad it was with her.