...dpost, effectively subduing her. He smirks down at her.
"Happy now?" he rumbles. His fingers trace paths around her breasts, teasing her mercilessly, never touching her nipples. Korra cries out in frustration, feeling herself soaking through her underwear.
"Dammit, Mako, stop teasing me!" she exclaims, panting heavily.
He continues to circle his fingers around her nipples, never touching them, just teasing her.
"Say please," he commands her, grinning wickedly. Her eyes widen slightly, surprised that he's the dominant one here.
"No way," she grits out between clenched teeth.
Still grinning, Mako bends his head over her chest, leaning down and beginning to slowly lick circles around her left nipple. Korra can't help herself; she cries out with desire.
"Say it," he tells her again. "Tell me what you want me to do to you."
She glares defiantly at him, but inside, her resolve is weakening, and she's sure he knows it. He leans forward, and suddenly she can feel him, feel the bulge in his underwear pressing against her thighs. He rocks his hips forward, the friction making her moan, though it does nothing to alleviate the throbbing ache between her legs.
"Please," she whimpers, looking him in the eyes. "Touch me, Mako."
He smirks smugly – she wants to wipe that smirk off his face.
"Where, Korra? Tell me," he rumbles.
She struggles ...