I thought you said forever over and over
Maea’s name was a prayer and a plea as Liam fell over the edge, finding his release with a blinding pleasure unlike anything he’d felt before. It felt like an eternity in all the best ways: endless, cresting waves of rapturous pleasure, culminating in a bone-deep satisfaction that had him weak in the knees. When his lover finally released him, he sank to the ground before her, slipping his arms around her to pull her close. ”I love you, Maea,” he replied hoarsely, drawing in a shuddering breath as she continued to stroke his cock. ”Always.”
He wasn’t sure how long they sat there, wrapped up in each other, murmuring soft I love yous and exchanging sweet, lingering kisses. The passion of moments before was still there, burning embers kindling beneath the surface, but right now, Liam’s rapidly building desire was tempered by a need to show Maea that what they had was more than just incredible chemistry. So he traced the lines of her body with one hand, rubbed gentle circles on her back, caressed her cheek, ran his fingers through her hair; he explored her slowly, delighting in every stroke and brush of his hand against her skin.
After a time, he nuzzled against her shoulder, pressing a kiss to the base of her neck. ”I think I still owe you a bath,” he murmured, hazel gaze flicking to the tub that was certainly now cool. Then he smiled, lips ghosting across bare skin. ”Unless you’d rather skip the bath and go straight to bed.” Though bed for sleeping, or bed for other things, he didn’t say.
He wasn’t sure how long they sat there, wrapped up in each other, murmuring soft I love yous and exchanging sweet, lingering kisses. The passion of moments before was still there, burning embers kindling beneath the surface, but right now, Liam’s rapidly building desire was tempered by a need to show Maea that what they had was more than just incredible chemistry. So he traced the lines of her body with one hand, rubbed gentle circles on her back, caressed her cheek, ran his fingers through her hair; he explored her slowly, delighting in every stroke and brush of his hand against her skin.
After a time, he nuzzled against her shoulder, pressing a kiss to the base of her neck. ”I think I still owe you a bath,” he murmured, hazel gaze flicking to the tub that was certainly now cool. Then he smiled, lips ghosting across bare skin. ”Unless you’d rather skip the bath and go straight to bed.” Though bed for sleeping, or bed for other things, he didn’t say.
A sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion
Liam
