Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
She could almost feel his gaze on her, as tangible as the hands stroking her legs. But he didn't say anything, didn't do anything else either. Just watched, and waited. And with racing heart, Maea pulled the clothing from her chest, up over the head, let him get a full view of her breasts as they sprung free from the cloth. In a slow, luxurious stretch that pulled skin taught over a flat stomach and ribs that perhaps showed a little too clearly she brought her arms over her head, freeing them from the clothing one at a time...
She let it drop to the floor beside the bed without a care, her attention focused solely on Sunjata's eyes, on his smirking lips. Smiling back, she dragged teeth over her own lower lip, suggestive, hungry... ah, she wanted to kiss him so badly. But this wasn't about her, and she had done enough kissing for a while. On his mouth, at least.
White hair flowed a silver river around her face as Maea lowered herself back down, a hand coming up to caress his body, play with the hair on his chest before trailing down to his stomach. She rolled her hips slowly over his crotch, before easing off, to back down, lean in and brush her lips over the beautifully defined abs. A pink tongue poked out to lick at the bronzed skin, so dark against her own... and as her hands came to rest on his hips, Maea moved her mouth down.
Thumbs hooked under the waistband of his shorts, eased them down slowly, teasingly, until his hard cock sprang free, and she could push them off his legs. Her breath was a little ragged as her gaze lowered to take in the full splendor of him, the scent of his want a heady musk that went straight to her head. Light hands eased in over his hips, and with a slow smile the pale girl brushed a ghosting finger up along the tender skin of his length, eyes flitting up to see his reaction.
She let it drop to the floor beside the bed without a care, her attention focused solely on Sunjata's eyes, on his smirking lips. Smiling back, she dragged teeth over her own lower lip, suggestive, hungry... ah, she wanted to kiss him so badly. But this wasn't about her, and she had done enough kissing for a while. On his mouth, at least.
White hair flowed a silver river around her face as Maea lowered herself back down, a hand coming up to caress his body, play with the hair on his chest before trailing down to his stomach. She rolled her hips slowly over his crotch, before easing off, to back down, lean in and brush her lips over the beautifully defined abs. A pink tongue poked out to lick at the bronzed skin, so dark against her own... and as her hands came to rest on his hips, Maea moved her mouth down.
Thumbs hooked under the waistband of his shorts, eased them down slowly, teasingly, until his hard cock sprang free, and she could push them off his legs. Her breath was a little ragged as her gaze lowered to take in the full splendor of him, the scent of his want a heady musk that went straight to her head. Light hands eased in over his hips, and with a slow smile the pale girl brushed a ghosting finger up along the tender skin of his length, eyes flitting up to see his reaction.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
