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#3 We should be doing this - Asami takes her regular break from Mako, and has her usual doubts... *SMUT - M RATED CHAPTER.*
"Korra, we shouldn't be doing this…"
Every time Asami says it – every single time the words come out of her mouth - it's because she's on the verge of breaking. She's naked and pressed against her table, her head shaking back and forth with a hand pressed against her forehead, and Korra is on top of her in her underwear. She feels herself moaning slightly as Korra sucks at the weak point of her neck, her fingers sliding up and down her wet slit. Her breathing is deep and heavy, and her fingers dig into Korra's beautiful brown hair as she tilts her head back and pushes Korra closer, despite her own protests.
Korra's every move has her panting and moaning and begging for more; the tingling of her crotch making her wetter by the second. She can feel Korra's second hand cupping her breast and plucking at her tender nipple, and Asami feels her back arch slightly.
"Are you sure? You seem to be enjoying this." Korra breathes in reply, her lips parting from Asami's neck for only a second. "You're so wet." Her moan is laced with desire, and it only turns Asami on more.
And then her soft lips meet the skin just beneath Asami's ear, she licks it and bites gently at the skin. "It's just –" Asami finds it hard to speak with Korra's thumb lightly teasing her clit. "M-Mak –" her words get caught in her throat, gasping as Korra slips two fingers into her wet, throbbing centre, and now any doubts are pushed away with every slow pump of Korra's hand. "Oh, spirits – Korra!"
"Beg for it." Korra pants into Asami's ear. Her warm breath tickles Asami and sends a hot shiver throughout her body, and suddenly Asami's grip on Korra's hair is feral and hard and her other hand smacks against the table and grips at it; she feels her resistance completely crumbling beneath Korra's smooth skin, but Korra's pace turns slower and slower with every second, and soon enough it is barely moving. Asami rips her thighs further apart and rocks her hips, trying desperately to create fiction as she moves one hand down to press at her clit, but Korra grabs both of her hands and pins them above her head. She growls. "I said, beg for it."
Asami groans in frustration, her body tense and her crotch sopping wet and horny. But she doesn't give in so easily, and despite her overwhelming lust she says: "I don't want it that badly."
But then Korra gives a dark laugh and moves her hand from inside Asami to her ass, slapping it and squeezing it. When Asami squeaks and moans, Korra smiles and leans up to kiss her, but Asami turns her head to the side. Forcefully, Korra grabs at her chin and snaps Asami's lips to her own. Her tongue pushes against Asami's wet lips and forces its way into Asami's mouth, exploring every inch of her and eliciting a moan from Korra. The vibrations drive Asami crazy, and she moans too. Soon enough Korra's hand travels back down Asami's body, kneading her breast before making her way down Asami's milky smooth skin and pressing at her clit. "You will beg." She says into Asami's mouth. "You're so wet; I know you want it."
As if to demonstrate, her hand runs across Asami's dripping slit and she violently pushes against Asami's clit, rubbing it in vicious circles. Asami lets out a cross between a loud moan and a scream, and all of a sudden she is nodding and moaning and digging her nails into Korra's back. "Okay!" she screams. "Please; spirits, please! Fuck me, please, I can't –"
And then Korra smiles. "Very good." She says. She leans down to kiss Asami again, and two of her fingers slip inside Asami's centre, pounding into her fast and violently as Asami's whole body shakes and she cries out a wild fury of moans.
"Please!" she breathes, her body twitching with every pound of Korra's fingers. Asami bucks her hips in time to Korra's fingers, and Korra's thumb starts to rub against Asami's clit with every jolt. "I'm gunna – I'm gunna -!" but she can't talk, and soon her body is shaking and her nails are cutting Korra's back as waves and waves of pleasure hit her, her other hand gripping the table so ferociously she can feel her hand bruising.
And then she falls limp on the table, and Korra is smiling down at her. She places a tender kiss on Asami's lips, and it is far more loving and graceful than anything just displayed. Asami's breathing is erratic as her green eyes stare up and Korra, but then she loops her hands around Korra's neck and pulls her close.
"You're brilliant." She breathes. "That was amazing. I love you."
Korra kisses her again and tucks some of Asami's black hair behind her ear. "I love you too." She says, but she is distracted. A thin layer of sweat covers Asami's naked body, and Korra can practically feel the growl in her throat as she stares down at Asami's firm, beautiful breasts.
Asami's breathing is still heavy, and with every heave Korra watches her breasts and erect nipples bounce up and down, and it drives her insane. She's soaking wet. Asami notices her gaze and gives a breathless laugh, guiding Korra's head back up to meet her eyes. "And now," Asami says, "it's your turn."
Korra smiles in anticipation.