...t accentuates them perfectly. And the way it clings to her back. Oh spirits, Mako had never imagined a woman's back could be sexy, but her's was. Korra was muscular, but just in the right way, and her shirt showed every bit of it off. Mako imagines Korra with her back turned to him and she is slowly, oh so slowly, taking that very shirt off, revealing every inch 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 himse...