You're so cold
but you feel alive
He didn't do anything. Just stood there, his hands on her still and calm, just present and connected... and it suited her perfectly. Because, honestly? Maea never really got the chance to just look at Sunjata. It was always a frantic need to get undressed, or he was wearing clothes, or shifts, or there were blankets in the way, or he was hovering over her so she only saw his eyes. And that was fine, it really was, but now? They were alone. No one around to bother them, nothing urgent to do, and the light in the room was quite excellent. Showed off the hue of his skin and tattoo's very nicely, indeed.
What was on her mind?
"You," she replied with a mysterious little smile, flicking her gaze up to him for just a moment. Then she returned her focus to the rest of him.
She could feel his arms quiver slightly, from the strain of holding her up no doubt. Bringing her hands up, Maea began to drag her hands down the muscles of his upper arms in firm, even strokes, digging her fingers in where they felt tense. Downwards, to his lower arms, where she did the same thing, gently massaging the tension away.
Maea kept kissing his skin, trailing down from his neck to his collarbones, tongue firming as she dragged it over his skin in long, luxurious strokes. Licking, tasting, taking her time as she explored the nooks and crannies of his shoulders... They were in no hurry, after all.
What was on her mind?
"You," she replied with a mysterious little smile, flicking her gaze up to him for just a moment. Then she returned her focus to the rest of him.
She could feel his arms quiver slightly, from the strain of holding her up no doubt. Bringing her hands up, Maea began to drag her hands down the muscles of his upper arms in firm, even strokes, digging her fingers in where they felt tense. Downwards, to his lower arms, where she did the same thing, gently massaging the tension away.
Maea kept kissing his skin, trailing down from his neck to his collarbones, tongue firming as she dragged it over his skin in long, luxurious strokes. Licking, tasting, taking her time as she explored the nooks and crannies of his shoulders... They were in no hurry, after all.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
