...ns through her, fading into a slight ache between her legs.
He's muscled, but not overly so â€“ in a subtle, sensual way which she finds even more attractive. She lightly runs her fingers over the hard planes of his chest, exploring, as he watches her every move. Tentatively, he places his hands on her waist, slipping his fingers under her shirt, giving the faintest tug upwards, eyes fixed on hers. She nods in assent and lets him pull her shirt off, leaving her in her chest wraps.
Mako's eyes gravitate to the slight swell of her cleavage, barely visible above her wraps. Her heart beats faster. Korra leans forward to kiss him again, and his fingers ghost lightly over her chest as he kisses her back. She gasps at the feeling, arching into his touch, silently begging him for more.
She pulls back, and, almost unconsciously, her fingers move to undo his belt, but once she's jolted into reality and notices what she's about to do, she stops, hesitation and uncertainty replacing her desire. Korra knows she wants this, but she doesn't want it to be a one-time thing, doesn't want to be used and discarded by him.
Though loath to admit it, she's also unsure of herself â€“ she's never done anything like this with anyone before. Sure, she's kiss...