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The reality of Asami’s desires had not fully hit until she couldn’t act upon them.
She had known, of course, that familiar warmth that came over her when Korra had arrived at her doorstep and kissed her sweetly.
Opting for her default southern blue attire, Asami’s gaze had automatically dropped downward onto thick, muscular thighs. Instantly the warmth plummeted between her legs. Logic, the very thing that she was known for, was starting to dissolve like cotton.
Korra had gone in for the sweet, but Asami had returned with heat.
The moment Korra’s mouth met hers, Asami’s whole body ignited. Instinct had her strung up like a puppet; hands cradled Korra’s jaw, sliding to the back of her skull and lacing fingers through thick strands of brown hair, clutching it like her lifeline.
She wasn’t sure if the moan came from herself, or Korra. All she knew was that it vibrated between them and Korra withdrew, flushed and panting.
“Oh. Wow. OK.” That adorable dorky smile swept across her face, blue eyes glistening with glee.
The desire was there. Asami had figured it was a small, kindling flame. Dinner was already reserved at the restaurant and getting in was a nightmare, even for those as well established as herself or the Avatar. Figuring she could wait, she kissed Korra once more, got into the car and drove over.
Big mistake.
She wasn’t quite sure what it was. Korra’s bulking arms on display? Or the fact that when she rose to visit the bathroom, her thighs were the right level for Asami to face plant them when she stood next to her? Knowing how strong and firm they were, and how they felt when she…
The fantasy got so vivid, she could practically feel it across her cunt. She squeezed her legs while Korra was gone. It wasn’t enough.
Her underwear was soaked by the time Korra returned.
“Asami?” Korra had that pitch in her tone, and worried lines formed across her forehead.
“I’m OK, Korra. Honest.”
The lines smoothed out, yet her gaze remained sceptical. Eyebrows raised, her eyes searching Asami’s heated face.
She smirked. “Well that explains earlier.”
“I-” Asami choked a little, and lacked her usual grace to hide it. “I’m not sure I follow.”
Originally they had sat across from each other, but as dinner was served, Korra had made a point to slide through the booth just to sit herself beside Asami. With little warning, she leaned in and whispered, “C’mon, sweetheart, you’re the genius between us. I’m sure you can figure it out.”
Korra’s thigh was pushed against her own. The heat burned through Asami’s skirt. It no longer became a want but a need. Primal and lustful. Overtaken by impulse, her hand latched onto Korra’s thigh, giving it a firm squeeze.
Korra gasped.
Confidence coursed through Asami, encouraging her to curve her hand inward and inch closer to that sweet, sensitive spot that turned her into a whimpering puddle. Checking that no one was watching, she let her teeth graze Korra’s ear and lowered her voice.
“You know how much I love these.” To emphasise her point, Asami dug her nails into Korra’s inner thigh. So strong and firm under her touch. “What I love most is how they feel when I mount and fuck them.”
Korra tensed.
“Just knowing how they feel has had me riled up all evening.”
Abruptly, Asami drew back, leaving Korra gaping and flustered.
Ignoring her desires as they presumed dinner was a tedious task. However, Asami was not one for public exploits (even if she had thought about it), and someone as high profile as herself, the high of the climax was not worth the tabloids that would follow after.
That didn’t stop Asami from teasing Korra under the table, however.
Now that she was seated closer, she could drag her pointed nails absently, making patterns and digging a little deeper in those weaker areas that caused Korra to gasp and bite her lip.
Driving back was a borderline crime. Asami knew she was being reckless with her speed, but teasing Korra had affected herself just as much. Besides, she knew these roads well enough to navigate them safely.
She then practically dragged Korra back into her home and shoved her into the wall the second the door slammed shut.
“As-ah-as-ah-” Korra’s muffled voice came out in soft moans as Asami assaulted her mouth with her own. Her hands found their way into the nape of Asami’s neck, clutching the loose strands of inky black hair; Korra had always had a weakness for Asami’s hair.
Drawing back, her mouth latched onto Korra’s collarbone, nipping and kissing her way up. Meanwhile her hand found the back of Korra’s thigh, and adjusted so that it was hiked up on her hip.
“Here’s what you’re going to do,” said Asami. Korra’s hips thrust upward, the way they always did when Asami shifted into an authoritative tone. “You’re gonna go into the bedroom and get rid of those trousers and wait for me on the bed. Understood?”
Korra could barely manage a nod as Asami untangled herself from her girlfriend’s grasp.
While Korra hurried into the bedroom, Asami gave herself a moment to gather herself. Living alone had its benefits. She could undress without the worry of someone walking in on her. So, she did exactly that. She let her clothes pile at her feet, and she kicked them aside for later.
When she entered the bedroom, Korra was naked and waiting for her.
“Good girl,” said Asami without thinking.
The response was immediate. Korra inhaled a sharp breath. She bit her bottom lip, blue eyes filled with want.
Approaching slowly, Asami climbed onto the bed. Korra’s back arched as Asami mounted her thigh; they were firm and caused her cunt to pulse on contact. A slick coating gushed out.
“Already?” asked Korra in awe.
Asami nodded.
Korra grabbed the back of her neck, holding her firm as she ran her tongue across her flesh. Asami moaned.
“Do it,” commanded Korra. “Fuck yourself on me.”
Her hips rolled, finding a rhythm. With each thrust, a wave of pleasure ran through her. Sweat formed over her skin, and Korra lapped it up like she was a tall glass of water in the desert.
“That’s right, baby,” murmured Korra. She had switched to kissing her now, with the occasional nip, which caused Asami’s quieter sounds to rise in volume. “There you go. I want to hear you, Asami. Want to hear how good I make you feel.”
Korra’s thigh tensed. With each thrust, the pleasure got more intense, each exhale shakier than the last.
Asami couldn’t hold back even if she wanted to. Moan after moan tumbled out of her, each getting gradually louder. Thank goodness her home was large and empty.
“Are you gonna come on my thigh, baby? Make a mess on me? I know you’re close, Asami.”
“So, so close.”
“What do you need?”
“This.” She thrust her chest forward, and Korra didn’t need telling.
Instantly her well-practised mouth latched onto her nipple. Her tongue got to work. Swirling around the sensitive bud, she went clockwise, then anticlockwise before switching breasts. Her hand reached up for the newly released breast and pinched her nipple, causing Asami’s back to arch and for her climax to slam into her.
As it was coursing through her, Korra withdrew from her breasts and kissed Asami. Her hands went to her lower back, pulling her closer.
When the moment passed, fiery, passionate kisses softened to a more tender one. Asami could spend a lifetime kissing Korra like this. With someone as kind, as loyal and as devoted as Korra.
Exhaling, she pressed her forehead to Korra’s. “I love you.”
Theoretically, Asami could have lived a lifetime with a thousand different avatars. She could have met Aang, Roku, Kyoshi, any of them. The possibilities were endless. Sharing it with Korra, was that not the most wonderful of all?