Don't paint wonderful lies on me that wash away
She managed to surprise him. It wasn't every day that happened, and already it made this worth the wait. Maea shifted along with him as he turned, to lean against the table, and shivered again as his hands found their way into her hair, claws scraping against her scalp. It sent shudders all down her spine, drawing her nipples together into painful tips, aching against the feeling of air against them; no longer trapped under his palms and fingers, but also no longer touched.
A small sacrifice.
Maea looked up when he spoke, her eyes almost blue in the faint light of the room. With her mouth still on his lower abdomen she smiled, eyes glittering... and finally she was able to undo the button. Open the fly, and pull him free, for her to see. She settled down onto her knees before him, and her breath was a little shaky as she slowly brought her mouth down lower, until she could breathe in the musky scent of him. No traces of smoke here. No whiskey, no coconut wine, only him. And very gently, rather shyly, Maea leaned in to brush her cheek against his cock. Hitched her breath to feel him so warm, so close... and ever so slightly she turned her head aside, until her lips could brush along the length of him. From root to tip.
There... her tongue reached out and touched the swollen head. Humming softly at the taste, the salty flavor that seemed to fill all her senses at once.
A small sacrifice.
Maea looked up when he spoke, her eyes almost blue in the faint light of the room. With her mouth still on his lower abdomen she smiled, eyes glittering... and finally she was able to undo the button. Open the fly, and pull him free, for her to see. She settled down onto her knees before him, and her breath was a little shaky as she slowly brought her mouth down lower, until she could breathe in the musky scent of him. No traces of smoke here. No whiskey, no coconut wine, only him. And very gently, rather shyly, Maea leaned in to brush her cheek against his cock. Hitched her breath to feel him so warm, so close... and ever so slightly she turned her head aside, until her lips could brush along the length of him. From root to tip.
There... her tongue reached out and touched the swollen head. Humming softly at the taste, the salty flavor that seemed to fill all her senses at once.
