// won't you breathe with me? //
She had wanted to be claimed, to see him unleashed, and boy, did she get what she'd asked for. Liam stole her breath right away, barraging her with sensations of greedy hands and hungry lips pulling her in by thee hair to be kissed. She didn't hold back. What he demanded, he was given as her voice filled the beautiful cave with all the sounds of a woman being treated exactly how she liked it. His teeth raking her skin started it, and then she couldn't stop. He was thrusting into her, hard and fast enough that she could only hold on and let it happen, let him sweep her away so utterly that it made their previous joining seem reserved in hindsight.
The delicious friction building within staggered her pleasure to dizzying heights; forgetting everything about shyness or hesitation Maea kissed her lover with wild abandon, moaning over and over again into his mouth. His name was a prayer falling like rain from her lips, one she wasn't entirely conscious of; "Liam, Liam, yes, please, I want you, I'm so close – I'm - !"
Golden flames enveloped her, rising, rising like molten lava or the first light of dawn. This time she was there for the entire buildup as pleasure pooled between her legs, coaxed out by Liam's fingers. She ground herself against them, so lightheaded that the room spun before her eyes - and with a deep, guttural groan that seemed to come from the very depth of her thighs she tipped over the edge. Falling, disintegrating - coming utterly undone around the man she loved. And still she moved, riding the wave that never seemed to end - wanting to share it with him until nothing else remained.
The delicious friction building within staggered her pleasure to dizzying heights; forgetting everything about shyness or hesitation Maea kissed her lover with wild abandon, moaning over and over again into his mouth. His name was a prayer falling like rain from her lips, one she wasn't entirely conscious of; "Liam, Liam, yes, please, I want you, I'm so close – I'm - !"
Golden flames enveloped her, rising, rising like molten lava or the first light of dawn. This time she was there for the entire buildup as pleasure pooled between her legs, coaxed out by Liam's fingers. She ground herself against them, so lightheaded that the room spun before her eyes - and with a deep, guttural groan that seemed to come from the very depth of her thighs she tipped over the edge. Falling, disintegrating - coming utterly undone around the man she loved. And still she moved, riding the wave that never seemed to end - wanting to share it with him until nothing else remained.
Maea
// won't you take me to your heart? //
