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Korra felt like she could sleep for days after that flight. Her excitement kept her from so much as closing her eyes on the plane, no matter how many times Asami suggested it within the last 24 hours. On the longest flight she’d ever been on at that. It was ironic, yet not, that with the sun close to rising, their plane touching down in Tahiti, eventual tiredness would punctuate in Korra. The fatigue wore her down rapidly; even faster than the short, final plane ride to Bora Bora and the ferry ride across its lagoon. It was no wonder Korra had minimal energy to enjoy the beauty of the main island as they stepped foot in Vaitape, Bora Bora’s largest town.
They passed a number of food markets, craft shops, and a church before arriving at the St. Regis’ community of overwater bungalows in a taxi. Asami checked them in, and a guide with a golf cart escorted them through the decks to their temporary bungalow. They hauled their luggage the short way inside. Korra may have made one or two comments about the home’s entirety before she unceremoniously plopped on a sofa adjacent to her. The bed slightly afar, the sofa was adequately cushioned and comfy. It would do. Asami was right, Korra thought to herself as she finally succumbed to exhaustion. They needed this.
Korra needed this.
The sun shining directly in her face, Korra arose from her elongated nap. The material surrounding her felt different. She blinked against the daylight into full consciousness - she had been moved to the bed. A smile formed at the thought of Asami carrying her and placing her down delicately so as not to wake her, cocooning Korra in the beige, Egyptian cotton sheets that Korra had been dreaming about since Asami announced she bought the tickets. They were even softer than she’d imagined.
She sat up and stretched her muscles awake. Refreshed with the energy to look around, her feet carried her about the wooden, vinyl flooring. Words were beyond her, a wide eyed curiosity spoke for her. From the jacuzzi bath to the modern style furniture, everything looked comfortably lavish. Asami may have had expensive taste, but she often put an emphasis on taste, and that Korra could appreciate.
Korra made her way to the deck where her girlfriend was. Beyond a set of two white chaise lounges, one occupied by Asami, was a breathtaking view of cerulean waters being grazed by a light breeze, Mount Otemanu sitting majestically in the distance.
“Wow,” Korra said.
“Look who finally woke up.” Asami turned and smiled at her. “Wanna go grab lunch?”
Korra’s stomach growled in approval.
“So is this really where we’re staying?!” is all Korra could sum her thoughts up to upon leaving the bungalow.
Asami chuckled. She shaded her eyes from the sun with her hand as they crossed the decks that led back to land. “It doesn’t have to be. We can always go somewhere else.”
“No, this is more than fine!” Korra chirped, unaffected by the brightness outside. “Also, wouldn't there be a cancellation fee?”
“Only you would be worried about a cancellation fee.”
Korra shook her head. “Normal, frugal people worry about a cancellation fee.”
Asami looked pointedly at her. “Oh, so I’m not normal?”
“Not at all.” Korra ensnared Asami’s hand in hers. “You’re my special person. Thank you for this.”
“Nice save.”
Korra kissed her on the cheek. Asami rolled her eyes and blushed.
“And I’d do anything for you, Korra. You know that.”
“Okay stop, I can’t take all this mush on an empty stomach.”
Asami laughed. “You started it.”
As it be, they closed in on their destination. Korra’s appetite doubled at the sight of food alone. Which didn’t surprise anyone. What did, was the wide selection of food at the buffet the resort provided, and just how delicious everything tasted. Korra felt like she was on cloud nine and couldn’t come down.
Not from their self-conducted tour of the rest of the St. Regis resort. Not from the couples massages that Asami had scheduled. Not from the lavish dinner show she and Asami attended later. Not from their beachside walk that evening. Korra was in absolute bliss. She didn’t know how she got so lucky.
Asami had a pre-made itinerary for each day, and thankfully both of their jetlag was nearly gone. Korra was most animated about spending their first full day snorkeling. It was all she could talk about days leading up to the trip.
“Do you think we’ll need gear or will they have some?”
“Are we really getting on a speedboat?”
“Will we get to see sharks?! Man, I hope we get to see sharks!”
Korra thought she was being annoying, but Asami entertained her enthusiasm. Asami didn’t seem to mind. She reminded Korra that she had all the gear stuff covered, yes they were indeed getting on a speedboat, and was shocked at Korra’s insistence on swimming with a marine animal a lot of people (more so herself) were afraid of.
Korra bubbled with excitement once they stepped on the speedboat. Their guide mentioned that the area they were arriving to was colloquially known as The Aquarium. As a child, she’d always ask her parents if she could swim in the local aquarium they’d take her to and of course they said no. Apologetically no less.
Now she could tell them that she finally got to do it.
With each minute the boat spent skating along the waters, she felt like a child in a candy shop who wasn’t allowed to touch anything. But finally, the boat halted for the first stop and they changed into their gear.
“You ready, babe?” Asami asked.
“Hell yeah!” were Korra’s words before she grabbed Asami and pulled them both into the water. She held her hand as they swam towards the reefs. Korra couldn’t believe her eyes. So up close, everything was so beautiful. At one point, she just laid on the lagoon floor, admired the aquatic environment. She didn’t know what to keep her eyes on: the teeming wildlife before her or the look of utter delight on Asami’s face.
Being surrounded by schools of colorful fish in the Coral Garden might’ve been Korra’s favorite moment at the next stop. The neon patterns of finned residents gliding past them stood out effortlessly against the crystalline water. They weren’t too bothered by the guests that had entered their home. Neither were the friendly stingrays that they got to pet or the occasional moray eel that popped out of the coral as if to greet them.
The blacktip reef sharks were on their last stop. Asami was still a little more on the nervous side, so Korra jumped in first to prove to her that it was safe. Korra waded shallowly underneath the water, and the sharks fluttered around her at a distance. None of them troubled her despite the minuscule happenings of the species biting people according to a website Asami visited beforehand.
Still, her girlfriend joined her eventually, cautiously. Korra knew Asami trusted her, and it made Korra warm in the tepid waters as her girlfriend held on tightly. They did less swimming, just watched as the sharks swam around and by them. Korra wished they could do this everyday while they were here.
“How have we never gone jet skiing before?” Korra jubilated on the next day. Asami just laughed and held onto her tightly from behind. As they whipped and zipped through the water, Korra took notice, eagerly, that Asami was being a lot more handsy than usual. In public at that. After they exited the jet skis, Korra thought back on it. Asami, at one point, while holding onto her, laid her hands on Korra’s abs and ran them up and down, kissed the nape of her neck, producing a hot friction that couldn’t be cooled by the splashes of the sea.
What seemed innocuous to the naked eye, riled Korra up internally. Korra mused about it to herself throughout the day. Since that night on her birthday, Asami made no hesitation to sneak rubs on the hotspots of her body. Like subtle squeezes of her ass, or “accidental” brushes against her nipples. Even during their private, sunset cruise that evening, Asami slid a warm hand up her thigh, lingered there deliberately. Korra took in an unsuspecting breath as full lips grazed her ear.
“Such a lovely view.”
The timbre in Asami’s voice reminded Korra that she wasn’t referring to the sunset.
Asami didn’t torture her too much, Korra figured. Their nights ended uniquely the same: Asami enduing Korra with mind-blowing sex. Yet, it felt like it would end too soon.
Korra didn’t dwell, she was so grateful for the pleasure on top of everything else. But she couldn’t help but think, as she drifted off to sleep each night, that there was something more she wanted.
Each day Asami became bolder in stealth. It was during a three hour, group hiking tour that saw Korra being pulled aside following a somewhat anticipated “I need to fuck you right now,” Korra completely turned on by clandestine touches throughout the first half of the tour. The group stopped for a short bathroom break. Semi-obscured, enough feet away, Asami had Korra’s shorts and underwear pulled down to her calves as she ate Korra out. It took everything in Korra to not make a sound, but luckily Asami didn’t drag it out.
“You won’t take long,” Asami had whispered.
Korra peaked hastily, predictably, and distant voices signaled that the group was beginning to leave. Korra’s legs were still a little weak, so Asami carried Korra on her back until she could walk. Her impressive stamina had Korra aroused all over again.
Then one particular afternoon. Asami bent her over the railing of their bungalow deck and fucked her from behind. If any of their neighbors were curious enough to look up, to look over, they would witness Korra’s muffled moans behind Asami’s hand, and her breasts bouncing softly with each thrust.
“What if they could see you now?” Asami apparently had the same thought. “How pretty you look, how wet this pussy is for me?”
Korra’s eyes rolled into the back of her head. She would come any minute so long as Asami kept talking to her like that.
“I wish they could.” She pulled her fingers out and made Korra stand straight. One hand pulled their hips flush together, fingers of the other circled her clit tight and fast. At the sting of fingers tugging her hair back, Korra gasped loudly.
“You better not make a fucking sound,” Asami reprimanded.
Korra wanted to scream instead, for her to keep going.
“I wish they could see you come all over my fingers.”
She didn’t know which sent her over the edge. The idea of someone catching them like that. Asami easily predicting when she would come. A heavenly mouth sucking bruises into her neck. God damn Asami for knowing her so well either way. Not a second later, her orgasm seized her, and she all but melted into Asami’s hands. She was lucky; only struck panting for air rather than yelling like she intended. But Korra was not complaining.
Even if there was still just one other thing she wanted.
Asami insisted on a rest day, to which Korra willingly agreed. An opportunity to laze about and catch their breaths. The sun was even more generous with its shine that day, so they suntanned outside on the beach by the bungalows. They nourished themselves on room service the entire day and later curled up together to watch movies.
Without a busy schedule or Asami fucking her brains out, Korra could think a lot more clearly. She realized throughout the entire trip, Asami had not used her Louis Vuitton strap on once. The more she gave thought to it, she realized just how badly she wanted it.
Cuddled up on the bed, Korra nestled further into Asami’s front with her backside. She pushed back instinctively. When Asami just rubbed her thigh soothingly, Korra began to feel guilty. Asami had been nothing but amazing to her. Taking her on this trip to begin with, all the activities, the ample sex they have had.
And Asami was probably tired. Or maybe Asami didn’t actually bring it. Maybe she forgot.
Part of Korra still ached for it. To be fucked so thoroughly by that overly expensive cock that had her mind reeling for however long after they were finished. Maybe if she hinted at it, Asami would pick up on it. Movie credits rolling and soft lips to the back of her neck gave her more confidence to do so.
“Asami?”
“Yes, baby.”
Korra pressed her ass harder into Asami’s groin. “I had, uh-”
A hand near Korra’s waist snuck up her shirt and ghosted her stomach. Then it travelled down, down, past the hemline of her pants. The lips on her neck fell in sync with nails scratching her inner legs. Korra whimpered.
“You were saying something, Korra?”
“I, uh, I just wanted to ask you something.”
“Mmm. And what did you want to ask me?”
Asami rubbing at the juncture at her hip bone made Korra nearly forget what she was going to ask.
“Ah, hold on,” Asami said.
Without warning, the hand left her pants. Lips left her neck. She heard Asami yawn from behind her and a weight left the bed.
“I have to use the bathroom.”
Korra laid there in a daze. Moments later, she heard the toilet flush and water run, and Asami came back out. She yawned again as she got back under the covers.
“What was your question?”
Another yawn snapped Korra out of it, triggering her guilt again.
“Oh!, uh-” Korra scrabbled for a quick lie. “What did you think of the movie?”
Asami cocked her eyebrow. “You know 10 Things I Hate About You is one of my all time favorites.”
“Yes, but uh, how’d you like watching it here? Feels different right?”
“I guess. I’ve only watched it at least a thousand times.”
Asami yawned and Korra chuckled, eager to change the subject. “Someone sounds sleepy.”
In lieu of a response, Asami yawned yet again.
“You should go to sleep.”
“You’re not tired?”
“Only a little.”
“Well don’t stay up too late. We’re-” another yawn. “Getting up early tomorrow to go into town.”
“I won’t. Goodnight baby.”
“Goodnight.”
Asami kissed her and turned over.
Opposite Asami, Korra felt restless. The guilt settled in between her overt horniness and she didn’t know how to handle it. Eventually, she had a solution: to take care of herself, as soon as she heard those familiar light snores.
So she did.
She kept as quiet as she could, despite her thoughts being loud. She paused her hand when she heard stirring next to her. Asami turned back towards her, and Korra cautiously continued when soft breaths indicated Asami was still asleep.
She remembered how it felt. To be that turned on, that sensitive from being teased and rewarded with a fucking she couldn’t delete from her memory. To be that full, and her own fingers did not compare in that moment. A couple pants escaped her, but she managed to stifle the rest. She was jealous of imagination Korra, coming hard on Asami’s cock, over and over. Asami coming with her. Inside of her.
Korra came too, hard enough, finger pressed into her clit as she shuddered as still as she could, holding her breath through her release.
But it wasn’t exactly what she wanted.
‘Tomorrow,’ she thought to herself. ‘I’ll ask her tomorrow.’
Asami didn’t make it easy for her. The entire day, Asami taunted, teased Korra.
The entire day.
When Asami came in from ‘taking a short dip’ in the waters outside their deck in the early morning, without Korra since she had just woken up. Asami wore her towel so suggestively as if to express that she hadn’t a stitch of clothing on when she went out there, and Korra’s mind ran a mile a minute with inappropriate thoughts.
When Asami chose the tightest shorts to wear in town to the shops. Korra paid much less attention to the crafts Asami was showing her and more attention to her ass. Unabashed, Korra was caught looking every time and Asami would return a knowing smirk.
But Korra was at her wits’ end by the time dinner rolled around. The weather was so perfect that Asami selected her shortest, possibly most revealing black mini dress to wear. The one she paired with her favorite heels that accentuated her long legs. The one with a non-existent neckline and hugged her in all the right places. The one she knew drove Korra crazy.
Asami drank a moderate amount of their complimentary wine at dinner, an indicator that should they be intimate later, Asami would not hold back in the slightest. Korra downed glasses of the same wine, which didn’t do anything to help her particular craving. And the way Asami eyed her, Korra justified that it was her own body in a tempting cocktail dress on full display. Her hair - tampered with curls, pinned half up, half down - that exposed her neckline. Every time those diluted green eyes fixated on her, it set Korra ablaze.
Asami was all over her. A mixed bag of circles drawn in Korra’s back and sweet nothings whispered in her ear wound Korra tight as they sashayed together on the dancefloor. Asami continued to do it when one of the other vacationing couples they befriended, Mako and Wu, approached them at the end of the night. When they offered to walk back to the resort together, Korra threatened to unravel. She felt her legs sticking together with each step, heavily concentrated on all the ways she wanted to be fucked rather than the conversation at hand. Quick farewells were bid once they got back, and a thick, cumbersome tension followed them into the bungalow.
“They’re so sweet,” Asami said.
“Yeah.”
A moment of silence passed.
“Asami, I need to talk to you.”
“I bet you do.”
She eyed Asami carefully, focused on her breathing as her girlfriend bent over to remove her shoes. ‘Was she not wearing underwear?’ Korra thought to herself as she removed her heels, and once she felt her throat was clear enough, she spoke again.
“Are you implying something?”
Asami stood up straight and stalked towards her.
“Just making a very educated guess.”
“Do tell, Ms. Sato.”
Asami’s eyes narrowed as if zeroing in on a target, and Korra’s heart sped up.
“Does it have anything to do with the way you were staring at me all day?”
“You were staring too,” Korra rasped, but Asami ignored her and pushed her towards the bedroom.
“Or you choosing this ensemble to wear to dinner?”
When Korra’s knees eventually hit the bed, Asami hooked a finger in the neckline of her dress as if to punctuate her statement.
“Or how you fucked yourself when you thought I was asleep last night?”
Korra gulped. “Yes.”
Asami just looked at her expectantly. Only Korra couldn’t concentrate. She looked down in the haze of moderate intoxication; Asami, so up close, looked even more gorgeous in her dress, the satin material teased over slightly raised nipples. Asami grabbed her chin firmly and locked their gazes. Much desire was there, like many times before, but her eyes held a dark mystery that Korra wanted to get consumed by. Korra sputtered a feeble, breathy “I want,” but that was all that came out.
Asami kissed her lightly. “Oh I know what you want. I was waiting.”
“Huh?”
“The whole time we were here.” Her hands moved in ways she knew Korra was most susceptible to and Korra felt as if she would combust. “I wanted to see how long it would take.”
“How long would what take?”
Asami spun her around instead, moved Korra’s hair aside and pressed her lips to the back of her neck. “Every time you let me touch you... fuck you... I’d give you just enough.” Asami shoved her face down to the bed and Korra yelped. “Just enough that I knew you’d want more. But I waited. Spread your legs baby.”
Korra did as she was told, more turned on than confused, but still confused. Even more so when she felt Asami ruck up her dress, a palm pressed into the drenched, thin cotton underneath.
“Always so wet for me. So fast.” Korra wished she hadn’t worn underwear like she originally planned.
Asami moved away with a throaty, curt “stay just like that,” one that sent electricity up Korra’s spine, but did little to answer her question.
She heard a thud of a suitcase. Then a zipper. The shuffling of soft material. Footsteps out of the room and then water running. Soon thereafter, felt Asami’s presence behind her again. Something dropped by her right side, and her head raised slightly in an attempt to look. A hand seized the back of her neck and she gasped.
“I told you to stay.”
Korra felt soft lips at the edge of her jaw, followed by a warm tongue scorching a path up to her ear. Her arms were being moved by the other hand, held together behind her back. When Korra sighed, Asami chuckled darkly. “I’m still waiting.”
Korra grinned in realization.
“You want me to beg.”
The hand on Korra’s neck once again moved to her clothed pussy, fleeting in touch.
“Ms. Sato, will you please fuck me?”
Asami’s fingers danced along her slit, pressed slightly harder, but not enough to give any relief. “Depends. How do you want me to fuck you?”
Korra tried to find words amongst breathy pants. “Hard. With your cock.”
“With my cock? Oh baby, I have a number of them. Which one?” Of course she didn't forget.
“The one you -- shit,” deft fingers teased her clit but quickly moved away. “The one you bought for my birthday.”
“Really? You want it that badly?”
“Yes.”
“So badly that you already made this pretty pussy come last night thinking about it?”
Korra gasped. “Yes.”
“So badly that you’d let me tie you up for it?”
“Yes.”
“Would you let me gag you for it?”
“Fuck yes.”
“What if I got rough with you?” A resounding hand was back on her neck. “If I choked you, even harder than this?”
“Asami.”
“Say it Korra. I won’t fuck you until you do.”
Korra gasped when fingers pressed hard into her neck.
“Yours.”
“What was that?”
“I’m yours baby. I want you to fuck me. Do whatever you want to me. Take it. It’s yours. Please.”
Asami released her to remove her dress and her underwear. Thankfully Korra was already without a bra. As quickly as Korra was able to glance at the short red rope, their mouth gag, and the dildo she wanted so badly in her on the bed, she was pinned in her original position. Asami firmly tied her wrists together, checking in with Korra to make sure she was comfortable. Korra was enamored, but impatient with arousal.
“Tap my leg twice if you don’t like something,” Asami stated.
Korra nodded, to which Asami followed, “and what’s the safe word?”
“Mercury.”
She watched Asami move into her peripheral, turning low volume music on the portable speaker on the dresser before turning back to her.
“Tell me, Korra.”
“What?”
Asami began moving the straps of her dress down, the slowness agonizing to Korra. She was so close to getting what she wanted, and Asami still found it in her to tease her.
“How generous do you think I should be tonight?”
Korra quickly assessed the situation. Their roles. Asami had her right where she wanted her in a matter of seconds.
And what was she getting?
Though Korra knew what she wanted out of this, maybe she could push the envelope. She wouldn’t be so easy like she’d been these past few days. Korra felt very, very snarky all of a sudden.
“So generous that you waited all week for this?”
The dress came off. Asami had nothing on underneath. Korra took in her entire frame like it was the first time she’d seen Asami. She shook her head covertly. She would not let Asami just get her way this time.
“Are you saying that you would like to wait longer? Because I can easily arrange that.”
Asami’s words tinged with edge, but were slightly slurred, and they emboldened Korra to accost her.
“I could see it in your eyes tonight. I don’t think you have any patience left in you.”
“And I think you’re doing way too much talking.”
When Asami walked back over to her, Korra realized she had been right. Asami was done being patient. Korra hissed when her hair was yanked harshly, one of her biceps grabbed, forcing her into a standing position.
“On your knees.”
Korra just stood there and smirked at her. “Make me.”
A hand latched to her throat instantly. Fingers digging into her pressure points cut her airflow extensively, and all the moisture that left her mouth seemed to pool between her thighs.
“Don’t be so keen on testing me that you end up untouched for the night and the rest of the trip.”
An intense glare cut into her, deeper than her desire to defy Asami. It let Korra know that Asami was completely serious.
“Yes, Ms. Sato.”
Asami let go as Korra lowered herself to her knees, one leg after the other. Asami sat on the bed in front of her. Ethereal in this lighting Asami looked. Eyes dark. The expanse of fair skin on display, doting freckles. Wavy, voluminous hair tossed to the side. Red lips parted. All of it entranced Korra. Time and time again. It was unfair, but she should’ve known she didn’t stand a chance.
Asami spread her legs invitingly. So open for her, swollen lips solicitous. All Korra wanted to do was-
“Eat this pussy. Now.”
She didn’t need to be told twice this time. She scooted closer so her face was in reach. She couldn’t do too much teasing with her hands held behind her back. So she settled for phantom kisses up each thigh. A scrape of Asami’s skin with her teeth. Laving the marks with her tongue. Asami wasn’t having it. She grabbed a fistful of brown hair and brought her face mere inches from Korra’s.
“The longer you take, the longer it’ll be before you get to come.”
She pushed Korra’s face into ample wetness. She knew what brought out the most sighs and moans from Asami. What tongue tricks would bring her to peak the fastest. She favored sampling her with broad licks. With every taste of Asami that hit her tongue, Korra wanted to savor it. Almost as badly as she wanted to come herself.
“And to think -- mmmfuck,” Korra’s tongue swirled around her clit. “To think I was going to eat you out first. Until your legs started shaking.”
Asami held onto the back of her head, which encouraged Korra. “I wouldn’t have stopped, Korra. I would’ve -- fuck keep doing that -- kept my mouth on you until you made a mess of my face.”
When Asami began to buck into her, Korra doubled her efforts. She loved when Asami talked like this. The more she talked, the more she wanted that mess on her face.
“I would’ve fucked you with my fingers, give you -- mmm - - a taste of me inside you before I gave you my cock.” Korra clenched at hearing those words. She needed to make Asami come soon. She needed it.
“I would’ve -- ah -- I w-would’ve fucked you as h-haard,” Korra listened to Asami trail off as she wrapped her lips around her swollen bud. “And as f-fast as you w-wanted.”
“If y-you still want that -- don’t s-stop -- then keep f-fucking me Korra.”
Korra’s eyes stung with tears. Scalp burned from the steel grip of Asami's hand in her hair. Knees ached from the sharpness of the hard floor. But she kept going. Her tongue attacked Asami’s clit ferociously.
“Like that baby,” would turn into “Mmm that’s good.”
The loud, sloppy sounds of her efforts spared an “Oh shit. Oh fuck.”
The shaky legs threatening to close in on her signaled for a hard suck and unrelenting flicks. She wished she could look up. Witness how she was affecting Asami. She felt it instead.
“Korra! Fuck I’m coming!”
Korra was trapped in between two strong thighs and two firm hands. She didn’t care. All she could focus on was Asami’s arousal spilling into her mouth and dripping down her chin. The string of expletives and sharp moans illustrated that Asami’s orgasm had swept through her just the way Korra wanted. It went on longer than she expected, a minor cramp in her neck forming from the position Asami held her in. Finally, she let go and Korra stretched her neck. They both took in appreciative breaths. Korra gathered hers before Asami.
“Still feeling generous?” she challenged.
Asami, gag now in hand, stood on legs Korra was surprised didn’t give out. She pulled Korra up on her feet and licked into her mouth with reckless abandon. Asami barely closed her lips around Korra’s with each kiss, akin to someone eating their first meal in days. Asami tightly twisted a brown nipple and Korra sighed into her. With surprising restraint, Asami pulled back and moved behind Korra.
She pulled the loose clips out Korra’s hair, Korra realizing just how messed she must’ve looked. Asami pulled strands out of Korra’s face and kissed her cheek then the shell of her ear.
“Open your mouth.”
Korra kept it closed in defiance. A stinging smack on her ass made her gasp hard.
“I’d hate to see you punished tonight in ways you can’t handle. What did I tell you earlier, Korra?”
Another warning smack resounded on her ass and Korra whimpered loudly. She opened her mouth and Asami slid the gag into it. She fastened it behind her head. Korra was pushed roughly onto the bed and her legs were forced apart.
“Don’t move.”
Korra held her breath as she felt that sting on her other ass cheek once more. And another. And another. Alternating between each cheek. The smacks reverberated throughout the room and throbbed within her nerve endings. Korra embraced the pain. When they experimented with different levels of roughness in the past, Asami knew how to make it good for Korra. They’ve talked multiple times, before, during, and after sex. Korra knew her ass would be red with wear, but Asami didn’t let up. Each smack forced a breath out of Korra.
“I don’t know why you question my generosity. You would think that’s what you’d want.”
Hands caressed the now tender area. Followed by lips. A subtle check in. The distinction made her shiver. Those lips travelled up her back. Across her neck. Down her sides. The backs of her legs. Lips, teeth, and tongue formed the beginnings of colorful bruises on her body.
The tropical setting kept the temperature of the room warm. But with Korra’s core aching to be touched, ample slick trickling down her leg in neglect, the air around her felt brisk. She couldn’t beg beneath the gag. She couldn’t squirm too much, lest Asami would stop. She had to bear it. Until Asami finally - finally - was where Korra needed her.
She took one long lick up Korra’s center and Korra shuddered in a muffled moan. A heavy palm cracking across her ass stifled the tail end of it. Asami kissed the sensitive skin. She repeated the process slowly, purposefully, like an intricate dance. Every lick would send Korra soaring, every smack would bring her right back down, every caress would ground her. It had only been five or so times Asami had done it, but it felt like forever.
It was maddening.
But Asami was still not one for patience tonight, Korra ever grateful for that prediction. She spread Korra open and ate her just like she said she would. Korra thrashed in limited mobility. Asami’s tongue had Korra’s moans pushing against the gag, begging to escape from her throat. Her arms strained against the rope, her core tightened with the threat to burst and she had nothing to hold on to.
“You have no idea how good you taste.” Every so often Asami’s words vibrated into Korra’s pussy, making her even wetter than what seemed possible.
Asami pulled Korra’s hips off the bed. She inserted two fingers and Korra sucked her in eagerly. They probed deep, curved wickedly, and in combination with her tongue, propelled Korra straight into a toe-curling climax. All the air seemed to leave the room, Korra choked up with each harsh convulsion. Asami’s trapped fingers eased up, massaging and stroking her walls as Korra began her descent.
She whimpered when a tongue lapped up the mess on her inner thighs, and then Asami’s mouth and fingers completely departed. In the time Korra grappled with coming back to reality, Asami had left the room and returned with towels.
“I have a feeling we’ll need these.”
Asami laid them out in front of Korra, and after a few moments, Korra was being moved on top of them. Asami helped reposition her on the bed with her knees propped up, a pillow underneath her head. From this angle, Korra could see behind her. Her pussy clamped down at the sight of Asami stepping into the strap on and adjusting the straps. God, she was so happy she didn’t make Asami return it.
Asami mounted the bed behind Korra. The head of the cock all but grazed Korra’s clit twice before it was lined up with her entrance. Asami worked diligently to fit inside her. After about three or so pumps, the head sat right in front of her cervix. Korra’s pussy pulsed around both the length and the girth.
Korra expected an onslaught. She wanted it. Instead, Asami moved slowly. Excruciatingly so. Out, inch by inch. Back in, a measured pace. In that amount of time, Asami’s hands were able to stroke every bit of skin she could find, twice over. Twisted nipples and dull nails digging into her ass, it was as good as it was torturous. Korra strained her neck towards Asami, her eyes pleading.
“Oh? Is there something you want?” Asami taunted.
“Mhm.”
Asami fully pulled out and held the dildo away from her entrance. Korra whined.
“I can’t quite hear you. You’ll have to be a bit-“ she slammed back into Korra, who yelped into her gag. “Louder for me, baby.”
Korra was as loud as she could be through the gag. Asami fucked her just like that, languid and hard, the sounds of their coupling echoing against the walls. Korra eyed the sliding door of the deck, it was cracked open. She briefly wondered if their neighbors could hear. On the next thrust, she decided she didn’t care.
“Still not quite loud enough.”
Asami smacked her from behind; the pain minced the pleasure into fine pieces coursing through her body. Asami slammed into her once more before slipping out. Asami paused to remove the gag from her mouth. She threw it to the side and her thick cock fucked backed into her. Korra’s moan punctuated through the air.
“Let it out baby.”
“Fuck, Asami. Please fuck me faster.”
Asami obliged, drilling into Korra with unrestrained ferocity.
“Why didn’t you just ask?” She chuckled into a moan.
Korra had no efficiency to retort. Asami since yanked Korra’s head up, bringing her back flush with Asami’s front. Asami held her up with a hand on her throat and one on her hip, firm and bound to leave indents. She alternated between pounding Korra mercilessly and grinding into her, both of their moans mixing together.
Korra wondered how close Asami was, to filling her with jets of thick, hot come. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, thoughts of Asami coming inside her replacing her vision. She clenched down on Asami’s cock, as if she could milk it.
“This is what you wanted, Korra?” Asami whispered breathlessly in her ear.
“M-more,” is Korra’s response, unspecific, but Asami seemed to understand her.
She pushed Korra back down, paused to turn on the dildo’s vibration, and resumed her feverish rhythm. Korra thought she would lose her mind, a hoarse, desperate crooning of “yes, yes, yes,” was all she could manage. Asami held her bound arms as leverage to fuck her harder and faster. Each rough stroke generated a paralyzing heat in her center that shot through every nerve ending in her body.
She shook with the foreboding of an orgasm that her body might not have been able to handle. But she wanted it. She craved it. She’d been craving this dick - this fucking - all week and Asami was giving her everything. She yelled in tandem with Asami forcing her higher up the plateau. Asami’s grip tightened on her arms, her moans and grunts sharper. Korra was nearly at her limit.
“Asami, fuck you’re going to make me-”
“Korra!”
Korra felt the first stream of Asami’s release coat her walls and she exploded. She screamed through the force of her orgasm. She could barely breathe through it, and she could hear how soaked she was by the last couple times Asami drove in. A puddle of her come ran down her thighs and nestled between Asami’s hips and her ass. Korra’s strong convulsions nearly pushed Asami out, but her girlfriend managed to stay fully inside. Korra couldn’t remember the last time she came that hard, squirted that hard, but she knew she’d need it to happen again as her legs gave out underneath her.
Asami turned off the dildo’s vibration and collapsed on top of her, tiny jerks of her limbs indicating her climax nearly tapered off. They laid together in a cycle of decelerated breathing before Asami moved from atop her. She carefully untied the ropes and massaged Korra’s wrists, kissed her forehead. Then she stood up off the bed and removed the strap on. Asami turned towards her, inspecting their mess.
“We should probably get cleaned up.”
Korra laughed and shook her head in agreement.
“I do have a question,” Korra said.
She winced slightly as she sat on the toilet. Asami was running them a bath.
“Yes?”
“What happened to using the strap on the trip as many times as I wanted?”
Asami turned to regard her. “Who says we can’t?”
“But you waited until half the trip was over,” Korra responded playfully.
“I just really like flustering you. Besides,” Asami stepped into Korra’s space, and lowered her face, eye level with her girlfriend. “As you said, the trip’s not over yet.”
Korra glared at her. “You’re… devious.”
“Maybe.” Asami kissed her nose. “But you like it.”
“Maybe.” Korra flicked her nipple with a finger and Asami jumped, laughing. “I wonder what else is on that Louis Vuitton site.”
“Oh, there are many, many things,” Asami responded on the tail end of laughter.
“Of course you’d know.”
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Asami grabbed a robe from the bathroom, turned the water off, and went to go see who it was. The knocking continued, in urgency. Asami skipped to open it, and Korra flushed the toilet and peered around the corner in curiosity.
It was Wu, with Mako standing awkwardly behind him. They both shared a look of concern.
“Hey, Asami! Apologies for showing up rather unexpected."
"It's no worries. What's up?"
"We're just checking in, wanting to make sure everything was okay. We heard screaming.”
Asami choked on a cough in response. Korra just stood behind the wall in a myriad of shock, embarrassment, and amusement. This would be one of the most memorable trips she’s ever been on.