You're so cold
but you feel alive
Ah, he teased her. Brought his mouth so tantilizingly close, only to slip away, trailing hot lines of breath over her skin. His voice was rough, hoarse as he replied, and it sent tingles down her spine, made a sweet ache build between her legs. Stoked by the shift of his hips; Maea whimpered softly in response. Arched her back, pressing her chest into his to give his hand room enough to untie the laces at her back.
"What do you want... them to know?" she breathed, eyes clouding over with lust from the attention to her neck. From the feeling of his lips traveling over her skin, her jaw...
Then he finally kissed her again, and she met his mouth eagerly, lips parted. Already puffy and swollen, soft and warm, so willing to let him in, let her tongue stroke against his, tangle up in a hungry dance. Again his hips bucked, and she moaned, ground herself into him. Already burning, from just a few touches. Gods, how easily he made her melt.
"What do you want... them to know?" she breathed, eyes clouding over with lust from the attention to her neck. From the feeling of his lips traveling over her skin, her jaw...
Then he finally kissed her again, and she met his mouth eagerly, lips parted. Already puffy and swollen, soft and warm, so willing to let him in, let her tongue stroke against his, tangle up in a hungry dance. Again his hips bucked, and she moaned, ground herself into him. Already burning, from just a few touches. Gods, how easily he made her melt.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
