There is little time to consider how precisely he is positioning her before she's there and his lips leave her own. And then there is even less time before he pulls her forward to press his length against her.

All in all it manages to draw a thoroughly undignified gasp out of the water tribe woman. She shifts against him as his lips lock over her breast, restless in how surprisingly sensitive she it. It only serves to grind herself more against him.

Alright. If she wasn't completely in the mood before, this certainly helps it along. Who knew training sessions could be so pleasant?