It's happening.
Korra's above her, and she can feel warm lips against her neck. Her heart can't quite accept it, but with each kiss, there's a shiver down her spine, and she becomes more certain that it's real.
"Korra…" she whispers, fearful in speaking the name, as though this were an illusion that could shatter, like waking from a dream.
She grabs her fist into the fabric at Korra's back, and sure enough, she can trace every fibre of the clothing. Her brain starts to register the truth, she's really doing this, Korra is here, she can feel her, and a tear streaks down her cheek as she finally allows herself to believe. She tilts her head back, revealing as much flesh as she can to those persistent lips. Heat flushes to her cheeks as the kisses become firmer, and she feels the wet pressure of Korra's tongue.
A groan escapes her as she feels teeth nip into the soft flesh beneath her ear, and then fingers tug at her jacket. The first button is popped open, another, and after the third the material is tugged to the side, exposing the string of her vest, her shoulder and collar bone. She bites her lip, barely concealing a moan as Korra's mouth heads straight toward her newly exposed skin.
They've been here for a minute, two at most, and she's taken aback by how much she needs Korra. It is an ache, a desperate, almost unbearable pull. She opens her eyes, and her breath catches when she sees Korra's face, dilated pupils, lidded eyes, lips slightly parted. It's a dangerous, hungry look, one that she never thought she'd see… Her throat becomes dry.
She raises her hands to the sides of Korra's face, and pushes the strands of hair back. She feels a little dizzy seeing those eyes bore into hers, intently staring.
"Is this really happening?" she whispers, quietly, sliding her thumbs across Korra's cheek. The otherwise fierce gaze softens a little, Korra smiles, and places a hand above hers.
It causes a brief moment of confusion when a thumb digs under her hand, removing it from the soft, warm cheek and instead guiding it toward Korra's mouth. Blue eyes lock onto hers as a finger is singled out, then sucked slowly between tightened lips. The sucking, wet warmth of Korra's mouth obliterates any of her fears, she feels a deep growl resonate from inside of her, and there's a familiar, wet warmth growing between her legs.
Korra releases her finger with a soft pop, then unbuttons the rest of her jacket and prises it apart, exposing her abdomen, and the black vest she's wearing just above it. The vest is eased upwards, and a moment later she can feel Korra's hot lips and tongue exploring her, kissing and sucking beneath her ribs, and then around her navel. Her body is writhing, and she threads the fingers of one hand into Korra's hair, the other falling heavily to one side, her fist tightly gripping the bed linen.
Her heart is beating so fast, pounding so hard, that she worries for a moment she won't survive this. It's a crazy thought, and it's one that dissipates the second Korra's lips move upward, toward a new target. She cries out as she feels teeth scrape across her vest then tighten onto her hard nipple…
"Fuck…"
Korra pushes the vest loosely over the top of her chest, the cold air a shock to her exposed torso. She feels Korra's hot breath panting against her, and she cracks open one eye to look down, where she can see Korra's mouth hovering less than an inch away from her flesh. It's like an eternity, waiting for her lips to move downward, then she sees Korra glance up for the briefest of moments before lunging hot, wet lips onto her breast.
Her chest arches up into the new heat, she holds back the scream threatening to escape, and she balls her hand into a fist, clenching the threads of Korra's hair. She feels Korra moan against her breast, then feels wet pressure circling her sensitive nipple. She can't stand it. There's an insatiable need for more, for skin against skin. She desperately searches for one last thread of sanity, then raises a palm to Korra's shoulder to ease her away for a moment.
Korra looks almost hurt at the gesture, so she quickly pushes herself upward against her lips, trapping them in a deep kiss that she isn't sure she can break away from. It's the second time they've kissed like this, and she's overwhelmed by the feeling. Korra's tongue feels amazing, there's a salty-sweet taste and she's already addicted to it.
She shifts herself to a kneeling position, straddles Korra at the waist and places her hands to the side of that gorgeous face, pulling their lips together again. They kiss. She doesn't know for how long, and she doesn't care. She's lost in Korra, in everything.
Korra's hand sneaks beneath her open jacket, and the touch makes the hairs behind her neck stand on end. She's reminded that they're still clothed, it's something she wants to change, and soon. Suddenly she's on top of Korra, flicking her fingers under the clasps she knows are hidden just beneath the white trim. She advances down her top quickly, and in no time at all Korra's chest lies before her, covered by nothing but a few strips of white.
She leans in for another kiss, then pauses to sit up and lean her arms back, so that her loose-hanging jacket falls off, onto the bed. For the next part she holds Korra's gaze, surprised at her own bravery as she slowly pulls her vest upward, and over her head. She's still straddling Korra at her knees, and she has to supress a childish giggle at seeing Korra's almost innocent face, and the wide-staring eyes. She takes it as a compliment and raises an eyebrow, silently asking if Korra likes the view.
"You're gorgeous…" Korra's voice sounds hoarse, it's a sensual sound, one she hasn't heard from her before.
Her eyes are drawn to the perfectly formed abdomen in front of her, and it's very distracting, especially when there's a sheen of sweat glistening on it, and it just happens to belong to the most beautiful woman she's ever seen. She isn't sure when she moved, but she's leant forward now, nibbling into the flesh, delighting at the taste, and Korra's fingers are entwined in her hair this time. She can feel Korra's abdomen contract with every gasp and groan, addictive sounds that she wants to hear more of.
She takes Korra's hands and encourages her to sit up, where she kisses her again, and whilst their lips are locked she helps to remove the final barriers between them. Korra's top is removed easily, it falls to the edge of bed, then slides off to the floor. There's just the bindings left. She breaks from the kiss and starts to unravel them, biting her lip at the spectacle of one strip of flesh being revealed after the next.
Her breath becomes ragged as the last strip falls away. She's seen Korra naked before, but not like this. Not with those perfect breasts covered in tiny beads of sweat. Not with those nipples so erect, almost proudly inviting her mouth toward them. Her eyes are lidded, she's consumed by desire now, and subconsciously she's stroking a finger up Korra's still-gloved arm, forgetting for a moment her recent discovery about touching Korra there. Like this. She hears a deep growl, and risks a glance upward, where her breath catches in her lungs. Innocent blue has been replaced with a deep, almost black swirl. She's being pulled in, she can't look away…
Korra's on top of her now, and she isn't sure how it happened. She's attacked by a hungry mouth, peppered with kisses and bites down her neck, between her breasts. She's arching upward, she wants more, so much more. Korra answers her silent plea and latches her mouth onto her breast, and she cries out when she feels that thick, wet tongue rolling in circles, flicking across her nipple. Desperate whimpers turn into throaty groans as the other breast is tormented relentlessly by the thumb that's now above it, circling against the sensitive peak. It's too much. She thrusts her head back into the duvet, fists her hands into the sheets and clenches her lower lip between her teeth. She's trying to quieten the sounds escaping her lips, but she's not successful, and before she knows it she's surrendered herself to the moment, wrapping her legs around Korra's lower waist and pressing her centre against her, desperate for friction. She finds it, grinding herself into Korra's taut abdomen, and damn... she wishes she wasn't wearing pants right about now. She's sure she can hear Korra groan with every thrust of her hips, it's making her get even more carried away, and she's surprised at how good Korra's body feels against her even through her clothes. But then Korra pulls away, and she feels cold air in the absence of warm lips.
There's a pang of loss, but it's soon replaced with warmth when she's caught in a fierce kiss. She's guided into an upright position, their kiss never once breaking, and strong arms beneath her legs holding her in place. She wraps her arms around Korra's shoulders and pulls her into her frame, sealing their bodies, skin-on-skin for the first time. She can feel Korra's hips dance beneath hers now, she's gasping for air, it feels like she's on fire with the sensation of their hot, damp flesh squeezed so tightly together, and she can't help her whimpers of pleasure. She doesn't want this to end, she's lost in the feeling of Korra's skin, her clit throbs as she rocks her hips, and there's a sudden friction between Korra's nipples and her own… it's electric. It makes something inside of her snap.
She's like a different person, there's nothing but need inside of her now, and she's pushing Korra to the mattress because she wants to devour her bit by bit and literally nothing else matters.
Korra's hands splay into her hair, welcoming her advances as she swiftly takes her breast into her mouth. It's the first time she's tasted her flesh, and it's better than she could ever have imagined. She's running her tongue around Korra's stiff nipple, and biting it, she can hear Korra groaning deeply, and feel the sound vibrate under her lips. She rolls her tongue around, lashing, sucking, delighting further in the throaty sounds she's forcing Korra to make, they're causing a throb between her legs, and she can feel herself getting wetter.
She's so distracted by Korra's sounds, by the taste and the scent, that she barely notices she's sliding her hand down Korra's smooth, sleek abdomen. Her fingers stretch out and dig into the flesh there, she's unprepared for just how amazing those tight muscles feel. She delights in that part of Korra's body, but she soon wants more. Her hand moves further down, until it slips beneath the top of Korra's trousers, then further still, until she finds the top of Korra's underwear. Korra's fingers tighten into her hair as she traces a line across the material with her finger, and pulls it forward just enough to slip her hand beneath.
Korra's groaning louder now, and her fingers are kneading into her scalp. She's sent into a frenzy by the sounds she can hear, she moves her lips away from Korra's breast, sinks her teeth into that fucking irresistible neck, and at the same time slides her hand further down, past the gathering of a few thick hairs, and into warm folds of flesh. Korra's hands tighten even more, pulling at her hair. It almost hurts, but she really doesn't care.
"Asami…" Korra groans lustfully, and to hear her name being spoken like that... it almost breaks her.
She pushes her hand a little further down, and she moans deeply as her fingers become completely enveloped in Korra's warm, slippery wetness. Hips thrust against her fingers, and Korra's hands move away from her hair, then claw at her back… she's overwhelmed, dizzying spikes are shooting up and down her spine. She traces her soaked fingertips upward, and rolls them in light circles above Korra's swollen clit.
"Ah… ah…" Korra's gasping, with eyes tightly closed. It's like a drug, something she could watch and listen to all day. She can't get enough of the noises she's hearing, of how good the wetness feels on her hand. She's drawn forward, and her hand remains in place as she presses their lips together. Korra's lips part, inviting her tongue inside, and she can feel Korra moan into her mouth, and she's doing the same, she can't stop herself. She's swirling her tongue in time with her fingers and she can feel the effect she's having, Korra's hips are moving erratically, and she's acutely aware of trembling in the arms at her back. She pulls away from the kiss, feeling that she should seek permission for her next wish.
"Korra…?" she's panting as she speaks the name.
"mmm?"
"I want to taste you…"
"Oh… yes… " Korra whimpers the words almost unintelligibly, and closed eyes crack open for a moment. There's a deep longing there, and she understands it perfectly, because she feels it too.
Before she knows it, she's leant forward and she's kissing Korra again, but this time not for long, because there's that neck to kiss… and then there's those shoulders. She feels Korra's fingers dig into her back as she works her way downward. She's at Korra's breast again, and can't help but dart her tongue around a nipple on the way past, at which Korra's torso visibly arches up off the bed, chest heaving.
She moves her lips downward, enjoying every scrap of flesh that she tastes on the way, and especially enjoying the ridges of that abdomen, rising and falling, trembling at her touch, as she bites and licks her way down. She's moments away now. She hooks her thumbs into Korra's pants and underwear, and with a little help, she tugs them off.
She's stunned, it takes a few moments for her to fully absorb the sight before her. Korra is exposed, and she's never seen anything quite so breath-taking. Tan flesh, glistening with a light coat of sweat from head to toe, and everywhere she looks, feminine curves fused with perfectly defined muscle. She's lost for words. She trails her fingertip across one of Korra's thighs, across her abdomen and then down the other leg. She looks down at Korra's sex, and feels a maddening desire consume her.
She leans toward Korra's lips, kissing her, and then she's kissing Korra's neck, biting, and delighting in the sounds that she's causing. She slides her hand between Korra's legs, where she gasps at the discovery that Korra's even wetter than just a few moments ago. She starts to slowly curl a finger inside the wet folds, and she cries out when she feels Korra's nails roughly scrape down her back.
It's enough to make her lose any remaining semblance of self-control. Her brows shift into a frown as she kisses her way quickly down the rest of Korra's body and toward her target, where she slides her hands behind Korra's thighs, encouraging them to part. She allows her hot breath to pant against Korra's sex, with her mouth an inch away. There's a moment, like a calm before a storm, and all she can hear is her own heart pounding loudly in her ears.
"Asami…" her name, being spoken like that again. It snaps her to her senses.
Without any hesitation she dives her mouth straight into the glistening wetness in front of her, her tongue immediately finding Korra's swollen, stiff clit.
"Fuck!" Korra curses loudly, and Asami hears the tell-tale sound of fists clenching against bedsheets.
The taste is amazing, she's engrossed, she's licking circles around Korra's clit and pushing her tongue inside of that warm, wet centre, and Korra's clearly losing it because she can hear her groans, hear her try to form words and instead make guttural sounds. Korra's thighs are trembling with the exertions of their thrusts, and there's more wetness forming beneath her tongue.
She shifts her position slightly, gently holding Korra in place with her forearm, whilst stretching out two fingers on her other hand. She laps her tongue slowly across the length of Korra's clit, and there's a guttural sound in reward, which turns to a high pitched gasp when she first presses her fingers inside, feeling sparks shoot through her at the sensation of Korra's wetness, tight around her fingers.
"AH! Ah... Ohhh… " Korra's groans become more and more incoherent, and she's almost dunk from the sound.
Her groin throbs with every sexy grunt, growl and moan that she's hearing, and she knows that she's probably even wetter than Korra by now. She remains focused on the task she's set out to do, desperately trying to ignore how badly she wants to feel Korra's fingers inside of her.
She's thrusting her fingers slowly, but deeply, enjoying the slight shudder she feels inside each time. She can feel Korra's inner walls begin to tremble, clench slightly. She pulls her fingers almost completely out, then thrusts them inside of her, harder this time, causing a loud cry. She does it again, and then again, setting into a steady rhythm, which Korra's hips soon match. She presses her tongue firmly against Korra's clit, this time applying deeper, harder strokes, which Korra grinds against. She feels a new flood of wetness spill out, and nails stab into her back, causing her to hiss, but she enjoys the pain.
Wetness overflows onto her fingers and hand, she can hear Korra gasping for air, and it's becoming difficult to keep up with those almost madly bucking hips. She holds Korra down with more force, and speeds up her thrusts to meet the demands she's wordlessly received. She's overwhelmed at just how amazing Korra's body feels as she deeply pushes herself into her over and over, the wetness never ceasing to spill.
"Ah… A..ss.. Asa..mi…" Korra moans, "d.. don't stop…"
She feels Korra's inner walls begin to spasm, though there's so much wetness there it's hard to be certain. She's surer of it when Korra's arms move to her head and forcefully hold her down, locking her mouth and tongue in place. She feels Korra's insides clench tightly around her fingers, so she thrusts them in once more, and keeps them deep inside, allowing Korra to ride against them.
"OH!" Korra's almost crying in pleasure, and she's taken aback by how much she likes the sound…
"I'm… ah… AH!"
She feels fingers clutch her head tightly, and a violent eruption spasm against her fingers… it's hard to breathe with her head trapped like this, but she's feeling nothing but euphoria. She can tell that Korra comes hard by the pressure squeezing against her fingers, there's groaning, sweating, panting, she can hear her name being called out, and there's so much wetness now...
She feels Korra's spasms gradually die down, and her head is eventually released from its grip. She stays exactly where she is for a while, feeling intoxicated by the scent and warmth there. Then, she slowly kisses her way back up Korra's torso, leaving spots of wetness along her body.
She sees that Korra's head is tilted back, and her eyes are closed. Other than the panting, she looks so peaceful. Her heart swells. To have heard Korra's voice cry out like that because of her touch, to have made the woman she loves spill over… she's got to fight back tears of happiness.
She lays beside Korra, props herself up on one elbow and drapes a leg across her abdomen, at which Korra's eyes slowly open, and there's a contented smile. Korra's arm stretches out, and a strand of her hair is trapped between idly-twirling fingers. They stay like that a while, she's lost in Korra's eyes, and she feels like she could stay like this forever.
Eventually, Korra breaks the silence.
"That was… erm. Wow." Korra half-croaks, half-chuckles.
"I know." She grins back at her.
Korra turns to face her, looking more serious all of a sudden.
"I mean… I've never felt… well, not like that."
She places a finger to her lips, tasting Korra. "Mmm. Me neither. Maybe we're just meant for each other?" She's half-joking, though secretly, she hopes it to be true.
She wonders if she's said something wrong - Korra's not answering, blue eyes are fixated on her fingers, and a hot flush rises to her cheeks as she realise she's openly licking the juices from them.
"Um, sorry, I'm thirsty…?" It's a terrible excuse, cheesy, embarrassing. She hates herself. She's even more flustered now, but then there's a throaty chuckle and Korra's right in front of her, wearing nothing but those damned sexy gloves, and she's pulled into that strong, warm frame again.
"For what it's worth, I think we are." Korra's mumbling the words right against her lips, and she's confused, because all she can think about is the ache between her legs.
"We are… what?" she croaks, weakly.
"Meant for each other."
Sometimes, Korra's confidence could be almost soul destroying. She's left on the bed alone for a moment, shell shocked as the pretty much fully-naked bender walks to the centre of the room and hunts through a cupboard. Two glasses are removed, and Korra moves swiftly back to the bed whilst neatly bending water out of the tap to fill them.
"You said you were thirsty?"
She nods mutely, accepts the glass, and drinks slowly whereas Korra seems to more or less inhale hers. Korra's watching her as she drinks, with one knee bent, held by a gloved arm. Once she's done, the glasses are set to the side, and there's this brief moment where they're just looking at each other… the air's thick, she can hardly breathe, and all she can think about is how much she wants Korra to consume her in every possible way.