// won't you breathe with me? //
That husky laugh sent goosebumps down her arms, across the chest, hardening her nipples into peaks beneath the thin layer of cloth. A flimsy armor that would do nothing to shield her here, only entice. He seemed to enjoy playing with the hem of the shift, sliding his hand upwards until the light touch had her writhin, utterly unable to keep still.
The grip on her shifted suddenly enough that she didn't have time to brace herself. Before she knew it her back was against the ground, cushioned by blankets and with Liam hovering over her. Had she not been burning with want already, the sight alone would be enough; a soft shudder traveled though her, only intensifying when he spoke. Wonderful words, marvelous words – "I love you too," Maea replied, like a plea; the slow caress up her leg was torture, too much to withstand and remain unaffected. Should his fingers travel much higher it would be impossible not to notice the effect he was having on her –
A sinuous tail slid in between his legs to coil around his thigh, squeezing firmly even as her hands traveled from his shoulders and down his back, to pull at the shirt. In the way, hiding him from her, she wanted it gone; wanted to feel him, see him, like she hadn't allowed herself to until now.
The grip on her shifted suddenly enough that she didn't have time to brace herself. Before she knew it her back was against the ground, cushioned by blankets and with Liam hovering over her. Had she not been burning with want already, the sight alone would be enough; a soft shudder traveled though her, only intensifying when he spoke. Wonderful words, marvelous words – "I love you too," Maea replied, like a plea; the slow caress up her leg was torture, too much to withstand and remain unaffected. Should his fingers travel much higher it would be impossible not to notice the effect he was having on her –
A sinuous tail slid in between his legs to coil around his thigh, squeezing firmly even as her hands traveled from his shoulders and down his back, to pull at the shirt. In the way, hiding him from her, she wanted it gone; wanted to feel him, see him, like she hadn't allowed herself to until now.
Maea
// won't you take me to your heart? //
