Maea
The worst of all blessings
If she thought at all, it was only of him. The way their lips met again and again, reveling in the taste of his breath and how every time they parted to take in air, he kept coming back for more. Growing pleasantly dizzy from the sweet rush, Maea's back arched beneath his palm, her body yielding to the demand for more connection without hesitation. It was so easy, so natural to pull herself into his lap; not thinking about the repercussions until she felt the swell of him against her thigh.
A soft gasp escaped her, and her lips parted over his, inviting, tempting him to take what he wished - if the outcome of this lapse in restraint rested on her alone, they were doomed to break at least one oath less than a day after it'd been made. How could she possibly remember to go slowly when every fiber of her being demanded more? Her hands were already moving, one sliding into the curls behind his neck, while the other explored the plane of his chest over the shirt. Knew what it looked like, the image of well defined muscle one that had burned itself into her memory despite all attempts to not look. Silly girl - she'd been tempted by him from the very beginning, hadn't she.
A soft gasp escaped her, and her lips parted over his, inviting, tempting him to take what he wished - if the outcome of this lapse in restraint rested on her alone, they were doomed to break at least one oath less than a day after it'd been made. How could she possibly remember to go slowly when every fiber of her being demanded more? Her hands were already moving, one sliding into the curls behind his neck, while the other explored the plane of his chest over the shirt. Knew what it looked like, the image of well defined muscle one that had burned itself into her memory despite all attempts to not look. Silly girl - she'd been tempted by him from the very beginning, hadn't she.
The most beautiful of curses
Base by Skylark
