// won't you breathe with me? //
She needed that singular moment of a pause, whether she knew it or not. It forced her to take a breath, to truly get some air down into lungs that tried to seize up on her during the onslaught of sensation. Liam's crotch pressing against hers, the brief brush of his fingers against her core - both felt so good that her head swam with a hypersensitivity that threatened to leave her entirely numb.
Until she breathed. Until Liam pulled the shirt over his head and she exhaled in a awed sigh at the magnificent sight. More than fit, the care he had poured into maintaining his strength showed through in a torso of swelling muscle, firm beneath her reverent fingers. Eyes like mist darkened with want, her legs parting when he settled back against her again; to feel his erection press in against her, to allow her the support needed to arch her back up so that the shift came off her in a fluid motion.
Lying bare before his eyes, Maea quivered faintly with barely suppressed need, yet made herself stay still despite it. She wanted to be seen, and touched, languished beneath the intensity of his gaze and hoped that what he saw pleased him. Her body was sleek and toned, pale as milk without even a suggestion of tan-lines, oddly clear of the little nicks and marks that painted most adults by the time they reached her age. No stretch marks lined the curve of wide hips or the swell of her breasts, nothing had scraped her elbows or knees - because hers was a shape reforged so recently that even the frequent application of blade and teeth to thread roundness of her arms had yet to leave a scar. Only her hands bore those, as a reminder of her past sins, a subtle nod that acknowledged that she had not forgotten... and those very hands caressed the satin skin of her lover's back now, slow and firm, stopping only when fingertips snagged upon the waistline of his trousers. Tracing it, daringly darting beneath... How she was supposed to savor this moment she had no idea - not when the mere thought of feeling him inside her almost made her climax then and there.
Until she breathed. Until Liam pulled the shirt over his head and she exhaled in a awed sigh at the magnificent sight. More than fit, the care he had poured into maintaining his strength showed through in a torso of swelling muscle, firm beneath her reverent fingers. Eyes like mist darkened with want, her legs parting when he settled back against her again; to feel his erection press in against her, to allow her the support needed to arch her back up so that the shift came off her in a fluid motion.
Lying bare before his eyes, Maea quivered faintly with barely suppressed need, yet made herself stay still despite it. She wanted to be seen, and touched, languished beneath the intensity of his gaze and hoped that what he saw pleased him. Her body was sleek and toned, pale as milk without even a suggestion of tan-lines, oddly clear of the little nicks and marks that painted most adults by the time they reached her age. No stretch marks lined the curve of wide hips or the swell of her breasts, nothing had scraped her elbows or knees - because hers was a shape reforged so recently that even the frequent application of blade and teeth to thread roundness of her arms had yet to leave a scar. Only her hands bore those, as a reminder of her past sins, a subtle nod that acknowledged that she had not forgotten... and those very hands caressed the satin skin of her lover's back now, slow and firm, stopping only when fingertips snagged upon the waistline of his trousers. Tracing it, daringly darting beneath... How she was supposed to savor this moment she had no idea - not when the mere thought of feeling him inside her almost made her climax then and there.
Maea
// won't you take me to your heart? //
