Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
Eternity could never compete against moments like this. The beauty of moving through time was how they could be together again and again, and not two times would ever be the same. Had life ever been more wonderful than right now? Maea hardly recognised herself in the woman who could draw such sounds of a man and who shared his pleasure without reservations. She liked this version of her. Liked who she became in Liam's presence, so calm and confident and at peace like he was the answer to every question she'd ever asked. Getting tired of my own words
Caressing his erection with her tongue to the rhythm set by his hips she groaned in response, her core pounding with want all over again. This man... gods, what power he held over her. How easily he could shatter her if he wished to. What fortune for her that he was the better of them; kinder, wiser, far more of a healer than she. How she admired thise things in him; like a lighthouse towards whom she could navigate, in order to become the best version of herself.
Not to mention, he was really good at driving her halfway out of her mind at times like these. With his hands fisted into her hair she kept egging him on, one hand closing around the base of his cock to aid in covering all of it, neglecting not an inch of skin. Her free hand caressed his hip for a time, before gliding down to scrape the inside of his thigh with light fingernails; figuring that if it felt good for her, surely it had to be nice for him, too.
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
