...of that beautiful skin. From her lower back, up to the middle where her spine is so clearly defined he wants nothing more than to trace a finger up and down it, then finally exposing her shoulder blades and shoulders, her shirt completely removed.
Mako shudders at the thought of just being able to touch the skin on her back. He can no longer control himself, and he lets his inhibitions go. Day dreaming of every inch of Korra, Mako takes his left hand and begins to stroke his throbbing, almost painful, erection through his pants. His body is craving hers, begging for release in some form. He lets out a large exhale as he touches himself, imagining that it's not his hand, but Korra's. Oh what he would give for it to really be hers. Korra would never touch him like this, he's sure of it. If anything, Mako would just be satisfied to hold Korra close. To have her close enough that he would feel her breath on his neck, but still look into her eyes.
Yes, yes, that is all he needs. Mako grunts as it becomes clear to him that just rubbing himself through his clothes won't be enough. Not intending to become an exhibitionist, unless Korra ever wants him to be that is, Mako slides off the window sill onto the floor with his back against the wall. Positioning himself in just the right way, Mako can turn his h...