Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
After the kind of trial he had been put through, she believed him. Felt the truth of it in the devotion of his touch as the robe fell away, leaving her exposed for him to explore as he pleased. The air in the room was cool enough to raise goosebumps down her arms; only another reason to stay pressed against his body, her limbs coiling around him as she was lifted off the floor and placed higher, more comfortably within reach of his lips. Getting tired of my own words
Stealing hungry kisses like he was water and she might die of thirst at any moment, she encouraged his roaming hands with breathy hums, heedless of making herself obvious; she wanted him to hear her, wanted Liam to know just what he was doing to her. She could worship him until his knees gave out, or accept all of his devotion until her own did; all the same, this was for him. Whatever he wanted; she wanted it too.
It did take a deep breath to slow her down, though, when his fingers began toying with her underwear. Moving her legs to cradle his hips between her knees, Maea's gaze turned half lidded and sultry upon her lover's face, anticipation building to find out what he was planning. "Want to take them off?" she breathed, a slow smile curling her lips. "Go ahead. You can do anything you want to me..."
Sing to me, cause I can't hear myself
through the loudness of my own hurts
through the loudness of my own hurts
base inspired by Odd <3
