... own arousal begin to take hold of her.
Tentatively, she allows her own fingers to slide under the waistband of her pants to rub her aching clit. She feels the odd combination of guilt and striking pleasure that threaten to overwhelm her and sinks her teeth into her bottom lip to keep herself from moaning and alerting him of her presence. She's so wet already and her fingers slide easily along her moist folds. Her hips move of their own accord as she grinds her pelvis against her fingers. Panting and momentarily lost in the feeling, she can't stop the gasp that escapes from her lips.
Korra covers her mouth in horror when she hears Mako stop his own motions and look around wildly.
"Who's there?" He yells, and he makes awkwardly attempts to stand and adjust himself, but nearly trips in the process. Korra would have found the action funny if she wasn't so terrified and aroused.
She stays there, hidden behind the bush with her palm pressed against her mouth and prays to the spirits that he doesn't find her.
Korra shivers, one of the fingers that is still pressed between her legs slide over her clit again and she bites her palm. The momentary pain keeps her grounded and focused.
She's incredibly guilty that she has ...