Maea
The worst of all blessings
From one leg to the other his hands shifted, thumbs digging into tired muscle and coaxing relaxation where none was before. Thoughts about stalking deer drifted away like clouds from a summer sky; Maea thought she might be melting, thought that her choice of legwear had been a happy accident or perhaps a terrible mistake. He might as well be stroking her bare skin, for all the difference they made.
With both legs in his lap, it was a simple thing to heave herself up and scoot the rest of the way into his lap. She didn't, but the temptation was strong enough that her hands trembled from the strain. Don't move, don't move, ignore all the heat pooling at her core, don't make a sound; breathing alone was a challenge at this point.
And even that failed when Liam pressed down on a particularly tender spot in her calf. Pain flared, then caved into a deliciously stretching sensation. A breathless groan escaped her throat before she could stop herself and she clapped a hand over her mouth, turning bright scarlet.
With both legs in his lap, it was a simple thing to heave herself up and scoot the rest of the way into his lap. She didn't, but the temptation was strong enough that her hands trembled from the strain. Don't move, don't move, ignore all the heat pooling at her core, don't make a sound; breathing alone was a challenge at this point.
And even that failed when Liam pressed down on a particularly tender spot in her calf. Pain flared, then caved into a deliciously stretching sensation. A breathless groan escaped her throat before she could stop herself and she clapped a hand over her mouth, turning bright scarlet.
The most beautiful of curses
Base by Skylark
