It's a feeling we always chase

Maea

And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die

She relished the feel of him in her mouth. The heat, the hard, throbbing tension, the salty taste that permeated all of her senses, overwhelming everything else. His response was wonderful, the growl emitted from his throat a physical thing traveling down her spine. His hips bucked, driving his cock deeper into her mouth, and Maea let it happen, took in as much of him as she could bear before easing up again, tongue stroking the underside of his length all the way to the tip.

There, she paused for a breath, looked up to watch him, see what kind of pleasure she drew from him... and then she plunged down again, setting a steady, enticing rhythm. Slow, insistent, unrelenting. Her free hand kept stroking his, moved down over his hip to the thigh, nails raking lightly across his skin.

There was so much she wanted to do. Touch him, taste him, lick and poke and prod and see just what kind of reactions she could coax out of him... it still amazed her how such a big man could let himself be controlled by a slip of a girl like herself, and yet here she was. Curled up like a cat over him, with only her mouth and hands on his body... and still he was all about ready to beg, just for a little more.

And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh