the blood you bleed is just the blood you owe

You're so cold

but you feel alive

It was torture, sweet and cruel and dizzying, the way he kept touching and taunting without quite giving her what she wanted. Oh, his hand was busy between her legs, fingers pumping as she moved her hips to feel them inside her, but it was his cock she wanted, and he kept playing with her. Holding out, his kiss not deep enough to satisfy. He praised her, for what she wasn't sure - the moans, the confessions? - but didn't care. Her eyes were smoldering lilac flames in a face flushed with heat, fallen with lust, pleasure; she watched him feast on the moisture from her clingning to his finger and stirred, shuddering and whining with longing as he bucked his hips, his cock grinding over her core, setting off fireworks in her spine.

Then, it seemed he got tired of playing this game. Sunjata grabbed her hair, her hip, and her arms came up to cradle his shoulders and hold her up, keep him close... His mouth was on her neck, claiming and keeping her still, like some beast laying claim to his female.... and he pushed into her, with all of his thick, hard length. Maea cried out again, spine arching, her toes curling; sucking in breath she found it impossible to contain all the sensations of him and moaned again, whimpering... almost sobbing from ecstasy as her inner muscles tightened around his cock, squeezing it, greeting him welcome home.

Fucking finally!

lay your hands on me

one last time

MAEA