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2.

Mako sat on Asami's bed, shirtless and thoughtful as his girlfriend showered. By the time they moved onto the island, they had been together for a month. He had sexual desires for her before moving, but living in such close proximity just intensified them. He would catch Asami coming out of the shower, in the hot spring, even come into her room while she had no pants on. While there seemed to be quite an aversion to pants in this house, he didn't mind it on Asami…

Thinking about this caused a stirring in his trousers. He looked down, seeing a small bulge in his pants and thinking 'Fuck'. The farthest the couple had gotten was a little over-the-shirt groping. She would totally freak out if she climbed into bed and felt his erection against her back.

"What do I do…" He mumbled to himself. Mako did some quick math in his head – Asami had gotten in the shower five minutes ago, she was usually in there for a half hour and it usually took him about fifteen minutes to climax. Crunching the numbers, he would even have enough time to clean up afterwards. He reached into the waistband of his pants and gently began rubbing his throbbing manhood…

But Mako wasn't the only person with sexual desires. As Asami showered, she imagined her boyfriend, sitting on her bed, naked, hard…the thought enticed Asami, causing a small tingling between her legs. She harbored sexual desires for Mako as well, but refrained from pressing on beyond light petting to avoid looking 'unladylike'. She was afraid Mako had a certain 'image' about her that she didn't want to tarnish…

As she let the water cascade through her thick, dark tresses, Asami thought some more. Well, her 'image' was already tarnished – her father ended up being allied with those damned Equalists. She had shown her rebellious side, racing with Korra on the track. She wondered if it was time she discarded that good girl image and showed Mako her true colors.

Asami smirked and turned off the water abruptly. She cut her shower off early, hoping to catch her boyfriend by surprise. She quickly dried herself off, trying to squeeze as moisture from her hair as possible. It was still a little damp but Asami thought 'Fuck it'. She slipped on a satin robe she'd taken from home that just hit above her knees. She tiptoed through the hallway and opened up her bedroom door ever so quietly. Peeking in, she smiled to herself, enjoying what she saw.

By this time, Mako had his member out and was furiously stroking it. His eyes were closed and his neck arched back as he let searing moans escape through his clenched jaw. He didn't even register someone else was in the room until he felt a warm breath on his neck.

"Mind if I finish you off?" She batted his hand off and took his member into her own hands. Mako looked at her in surprise, but didn't fight her actions.

"Asami, I'm sorry, I just-" She cut him off by pressing her lips against his. "Sssssh," She whispered, breaking off the kiss. Mako was stunned. Who was this woman and what did she do to his girlfriend?

Like a mind reader, Asami grinned and said, "You surprised?" Mako nodded.

"Well, yeah, a little. I just…didn't you were that kinda girl…" He trailed off, feeling confused. She just smirked again and leaned in, seductively whispering into his ear.

"Honey, you have no idea what kind of girl I am." Mako almost came as he heard those words enter his ears. He decided to play along, throwing her smirk back at her. He leaned in and began kissing her neck, tugging at the knot of her robe. Asami released the grip on his manhood and tugged his pants and underwear off. Mako tried to push her down on her back, but she pushed right back and straddled him, digging her knees into the mattress. Asami took his cheeks by her index finger and thumb, squishing him into a fishy face. She smiled, shaking her head.

"Uh-uh, I'm on top." Before he could respond, she planted a hard kiss on his mouth and began stroking him again. Mako melted into the kiss and continued untying her robe, letting the smooth material fall off her back and join his own clothing. His hands eagerly roamed all over her smooth, porcelain skin, from the top of her neck to the back of her thighs. His hands moved to the front, gently squeezing and kneading at her breasts. Asami continued to work his member, but found herself getting bored.

'I'm not quite ready to go all the way…what can I do…' She thought to herself as she began kissing and biting his neck, planning to leave a sizeable hickey. She smiled to herself as she thought of a plan and pushed Mako onto the mattress. He smiled up at her. Mako wasn't used to be the submissive one, but fuck if he was gonna argue with what Asami was doing. She really knew her way around the bedroom.

She gave Mako a devilish grin and slid down his chest, opening her legs and letting him see her in her full glory. He felt overwhelmed, but knew what to do. With no hesitation, he took a hold of Asami's hips and buried his face between her thighs. Asami let out a long, drawn out moan. Asami might have been a tad more experienced, but Mako wasn't too shabby himself. He gently but quickly licked at her sweet, wet folds, his tongue searching for that sweet spot. Asami continued giving him low moans of approval and felt her back arch intensely and dug her nails into Mako's hips when he found her nub.

'You're welcome,' He thought smugly, continuing to run his tongue over it. She bucked her hips into his face, only making Mako bury his face deeper, treating her netherlips like the lips on her face. Licking, kissing, sucking, Asami felt the pressure of an orgasm build up. But she wasn't going to let him off just yet. She suddenly jerked away from his face. Mako looked up, feigning a look of disappointment.

"Aw, I was just starting to get into it," He said with an air of smug, grabbing her wrist with full intentions of having his lips meet her womanhood again. She jerked away, shaking her head.

"I have something better in mind…" She planted a surprisingly gentle kiss on his mouth, and continued this down his body, making a trail down his neck, collarbone, chest, abdomen, until…

It was Mako's turn to let out a drawn out moan. Asami gently began licking and sucking his manhood, working it with her other hand. She teased him like this for a little before putting it in her mouth, taking it in like a popsicle in the middle of July. Mako clenched the sheets around him, using all that was in him not to cum. He writhed his hips into Asami's face, causing him to go deeper into her mouth. Almost as abruptly as she pulled away from him before, she took her mouth off his manhood and looked at him. His head jerked up. Asami read the expression in his eyes and smiled to herself. He wanted more, no – he needed more. She giggled softly and straddled his hips, the tip of his hard manhood just barely touching her warm, wet center.

"Time for the grand finale," She whispered as she slowly slipped onto him. Mako gripped the sheets tighter and moaned loudly, concentrating on not cumming, but it was difficult as he felt her warm folds wrap around him.

Asami had to admit she was close to. Pulling away from Mako had given her a little time to cool down, but sliding back on him had brought her up to speed. It would only take a few gyrations before both of them went over the edge. Mako and Asami both began bucking their hips wildly, wanting the pressure they felt to be gone. After what seemed like an eternity to them, both came loudly, Mako's hot seed filling Asami. She pulled herself off and walked over to her dresser, fishing something out.

Mako just lied there, too stunned to look at her or say anything. This wasn't his first, he had hooked up with fangirls in the past – though that was a secret between him and Bolin – but it was never like this. They usually just sucked him off and he occasionally got it in. But he'd never been dominated like this.

He liked it.

Asami came back to the bed, a cigarette lazily hanging off her lips. She lowered her head to him and motioned to his hand, asking for a light. With a flame at the tip of his finger, he lit the cigarette and she look a long drag.

"You smoke?" He asked. She exhaled slowly.

"Sometimes. Mostly after sex. Sometime when I'm stressed." She took another drag.

"Oh. Do you…have sex a lot?" She shrugged.

"Only a few time a year, really. I've been nursing that pack for six months, it's only half gone." She said in a reassuring tone. Mako smiled and pulled her in, placing a kiss on her neck.

"Y'know, there's a lot I don't know about you." He whispered, looking into her eyes. She smiled, this time genuinely with no trace of sarcasm or smug.

"I like it that way." She ground the cigarette on the carpet and nuzzled into Mako's embrace.