...ndash; she wants to wipe that smirk off his face.
"Where, Korra? Tell me," he rumbles.
She struggles against her bonds, trying to free her hands, but to no avail. Slumping back in defeat, she sighs.
"Everywhere," she says. "Just do it. Please."
His smirk grows, and then he's palming her breasts, pinching her nipples and suckling on them. She cries out, loudly, and jerks her hips up, trying to rub against him to seek relief for the oh so prominent ache between her legs.
One hand still kneading and palming her breast, Mako reaches his other hand further down, tracing a path down her stomach to between her legs, to touch the soaked cloth that covers her from his hungry eyes.
"Did I make you this way, Korra?" he whispers into her ear. "Are you wet for me?"
She nods, unable to form coherent words, as he finger traces up and down her soaked underwear, still teasing her.
"Untie me, Mako," she whispers. "I want to touch you."
To her surprise, he does as she asked, letting his scarf fall to the floor. This time, she's the one to smirk as she reaches down and slips her hand into his boxers, firmly gripping him. He emits a strangled groan, the look on his face priceless.
She removes her hand, tugging at the waistband of his boxers.