PART FIVE (THE GRAND FINALE~)wee_em_ceeApril 23 2012, 06:03:55 UTC
Bolin’s features instantly crumble into the most adorably mortified expression she’s ever seen. “I knew it, I knew I was pushing you too far. I’m so sorry Korra, we don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for-”
“That’s not what I mean,” Korra interrupts, smiling. “I mean, I’m getting close and…I don’t want it to happen like that. I want…all of it. All of you.” She kisses the concern off his face, reaching one hand down between them. She wraps her fingers around him--Spirits, he’s thick--and squeezes, gently but firmly. “Think you can fuck me?” she whispers throatily, feeling his dick twitch in her hand.
“Woah,” Bolin breathes, and when his eyes flick up to meet hers, his pupils are so dilated, the green has almost completely disappeared. “You are--amazing.”
She smirks, and gives his cock a slow, firm pump.
His entire body spasms at that, and he chokes out a moan. Hearing the lack of control in his voice makes the desire between Korra’s legs spike to dangerous levels once more. When she jerks her hand again, he grips her shoulders and shoves her, not too gently, up against the shower wall.
Everything happens so fast after that. Bolin yanks her legs around his hips and lifts her up off the ground in one smooth motion. Korra wraps her limbs around him, lining herself up, and then-
Bolin’s grip on her slackens just enough, and she sinks down onto him.
There’s no feeling like this in the world, nothing that even comes close. She feels herself let him in with such slow, slick ease, realizes how wet she must be, and that thought excites her even more. The reality of his hot, thick cock buried deep insider her, as deep as it can get, is the most arousing thing Korra’s ever experienced, and she feels herself involuntarily clench around him. He lets out an anguished groan at that, letting his forehead fall against hers.
“I don’t think I’ll last long,” he stutters, and Korra murmurs, “It’s OK, I won’t either,” before kissing him, tangling their tongues together messily, feeling the last vestiges of self-control slip away. She’s running entirely on instinct now, on that all-powerful, primal urge to reach completion.
Bolin grips her hips firmly, and thrusts.
Korra hears Bolin’s name tumble from her lips, feels her body jerk in response to Bolin finally finding that unexplored place deep within her. Just the knowledge that it’s his cock stimulating it, not just his fingers, is almost enough to tip her over the edge.
Bolin’s head is buried in the crook of her neck. Their bodies begin to find a rhythm, every movement made smooth and deadly by their sweat-slick skin. Korra’s out of her mind, out of her body, everything feels so far away and so devastatingly close at the same time, and Bolin picks up speed, and she bites his shoulder, and he cries out her name and suddenly everything feels so much more intense as he hits that spot over and over again-
And then everything in Korra’s world is a blinding, ecstatic white.
After some indefinable length of time, Korra starts to come down. She feels the aftershocks course through her body, feels herself twitch around Bolin as he thrusts lazily, shallowly in and out. He must have come too--she’s somewhat embarrassed to admit that she didn’t even notice.
Gradually, her heartbeat slows down to a normal pace, and Bolin relaxes against her. He lowers her back to the ground, slipping out.
“Wow,” he breathes, eyes half-lidded, mouth curled into a languid grin.
“That’s not what I mean,” Korra interrupts, smiling. “I mean, I’m getting close and…I don’t want it to happen like that. I want…all of it. All of you.” She kisses the concern off his face, reaching one hand down between them. She wraps her fingers around him--Spirits, he’s thick--and squeezes, gently but firmly. “Think you can fuck me?” she whispers throatily, feeling his dick twitch in her hand.
“Woah,” Bolin breathes, and when his eyes flick up to meet hers, his pupils are so dilated, the green has almost completely disappeared. “You are--amazing.”
She smirks, and gives his cock a slow, firm pump.
His entire body spasms at that, and he chokes out a moan. Hearing the lack of control in his voice makes the desire between Korra’s legs spike to dangerous levels once more. When she jerks her hand again, he grips her shoulders and shoves her, not too gently, up against the shower wall.
Everything happens so fast after that. Bolin yanks her legs around his hips and lifts her up off the ground in one smooth motion. Korra wraps her limbs around him, lining herself up, and then-
Bolin’s grip on her slackens just enough, and she sinks down onto him.
There’s no feeling like this in the world, nothing that even comes close. She feels herself let him in with such slow, slick ease, realizes how wet she must be, and that thought excites her even more. The reality of his hot, thick cock buried deep insider her, as deep as it can get, is the most arousing thing Korra’s ever experienced, and she feels herself involuntarily clench around him. He lets out an anguished groan at that, letting his forehead fall against hers.
“I don’t think I’ll last long,” he stutters, and Korra murmurs, “It’s OK, I won’t either,” before kissing him, tangling their tongues together messily, feeling the last vestiges of self-control slip away. She’s running entirely on instinct now, on that all-powerful, primal urge to reach completion.
Bolin grips her hips firmly, and thrusts.
Korra hears Bolin’s name tumble from her lips, feels her body jerk in response to Bolin finally finding that unexplored place deep within her. Just the knowledge that it’s his cock stimulating it, not just his fingers, is almost enough to tip her over the edge.
Bolin’s head is buried in the crook of her neck. Their bodies begin to find a rhythm, every movement made smooth and deadly by their sweat-slick skin. Korra’s out of her mind, out of her body, everything feels so far away and so devastatingly close at the same time, and Bolin picks up speed, and she bites his shoulder, and he cries out her name and suddenly everything feels so much more intense as he hits that spot over and over again-
And then everything in Korra’s world is a blinding, ecstatic white.
After some indefinable length of time, Korra starts to come down. She feels the aftershocks course through her body, feels herself twitch around Bolin as he thrusts lazily, shallowly in and out. He must have come too--she’s somewhat embarrassed to admit that she didn’t even notice.
Gradually, her heartbeat slows down to a normal pace, and Bolin relaxes against her. He lowers her back to the ground, slipping out.
“Wow,” he breathes, eyes half-lidded, mouth curled into a languid grin.
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