...f binding and wonders if he can mend the damage if he sets it on fire in order to release himself.
"Well," Korra chooses her words delicately, seemingly savoring them. "You gagged me in the park." Oh. He had done that, hadn't he? To his credit, she was being incredibly loud about their some what public love making and the last thing they needed was the press catching them in the act. He thought he was doing her a favor when he tied his scarf around her head â€“ apparently not.
"Untie me," He gasped, and Korra giggled while shaking her head. She runs her nails over the sensitive skin of his chest â€“ hard enough to leave evidence of the scratches and he hissed. It wasn't exactly painful and only caused the heat in his groin to grow and spread. His hands jerk against their bindings and Mako knows that his wrists will probably be marked after all of this.
His hips push against hers in order to speed up their pace but she squeezed her strong thighs against his hips in order to still him. It worked, and he glared up at her â€“ horny and in need. How long would she toy with him. Mako thinks that once she untied him she's really going to get it â€“ But she didn't need to know that until later.
Her grin is too wide right now â€“ he knows that she's pleased with herself and this thought ...