Don't paint wonderful lies on me that wash away
Maea couldn't get over how well they worked together in times like these. It could so easily be awkward, and uncomfortable, grow tedious or painful. But Sunjata's bites were never too hard, his hands never too rough, nor could she seem to ever do the wrong thing, because he always responded somehow. Were they just a good match? Was he accommodating her, filling in her mistakes with his experience? Oh, she couldn't hate how he learned to do all this, not when he poured it all into making her feel so loved.
She tried her best to return it all, with a little more poured into it. Her fingers closed around his length, gasping to find him so hard already, and with something like relish she felt him move into her touch, slowly, his hands and mouth becoming more insistent. His growl vibrated against her skin and Maea shuddered with pleasure, firmed her grip on him for a moment... then stroked her fingers up, and back down. Slowly, lightly, the touch feathery and just a little bit teasing.
Perhaps dragging this out would be all kinds of fun... and there was something she had been keen to try for a while now. So Maea pushed herself against him, a hand leaving his hair to steady her as she pushed herself off the table. Sliding down along him until her feet touched the floor. Leaning in, she pressed her mouth to his neck and kissed it, biting it gently, before her lips began a gradual descent. Down, over his chest, to his stomach... Maea lowered herself down, breathing hot air against his skin, stopping just at the waistline of the trousers.
One hand began to undo the button keeping the fabric in the way, while the other kept stroking him. Slowly. So slowly.
She tried her best to return it all, with a little more poured into it. Her fingers closed around his length, gasping to find him so hard already, and with something like relish she felt him move into her touch, slowly, his hands and mouth becoming more insistent. His growl vibrated against her skin and Maea shuddered with pleasure, firmed her grip on him for a moment... then stroked her fingers up, and back down. Slowly, lightly, the touch feathery and just a little bit teasing.
Perhaps dragging this out would be all kinds of fun... and there was something she had been keen to try for a while now. So Maea pushed herself against him, a hand leaving his hair to steady her as she pushed herself off the table. Sliding down along him until her feet touched the floor. Leaning in, she pressed her mouth to his neck and kissed it, biting it gently, before her lips began a gradual descent. Down, over his chest, to his stomach... Maea lowered herself down, breathing hot air against his skin, stopping just at the waistline of the trousers.
One hand began to undo the button keeping the fabric in the way, while the other kept stroking him. Slowly. So slowly.
