MAEA
The answer was brief but made her shudder all the same. Likely Sunjata could whisper anything to her like that and it would still make her head spin. His mouth roamed down her neck, over the pulsing vein and it brought a soft sigh from her, colored with voice just on this side of audible. Her ministrations brought it to a halt though, lips finding each other and tongues being invited out to dance...
It was like a door opening when his lips parted to let her in, a different kind of embrace as their tonges met and breath mingled. She wasn't sure what she had expected, but whatever it was this was different. Peculiar, odd, but better. His mouth was smooth, slick and very warm, a taste like nothing she'd ever experienced. Maea hardly noticed that she followed his guiding hands down onto his lap, too absorbed by this incredible new discovery.
And perhaps he was in control, calm (relatively) and sure of what he was doing but she was not. She was just about drowning in the tingling elation that zipped and shuddered down the spine, through her arms, hands, through the core as she fitted her legs around him. The tremble of her hands was taking on a different meaning, her touch firming as she brushed down along his muscled upper arms, down and up again to wrap them around his neck and squeeze herself closer, chest pressing against his.
Maea was losing herself, forgetting how to think, that it might be necessary at all... But there was a limit. And there were lines she neither could nor should cross, not here. Not now, not today. Things she weren't ready for, no matter how nice the kisses. She just... didn't know it.
It was like a door opening when his lips parted to let her in, a different kind of embrace as their tonges met and breath mingled. She wasn't sure what she had expected, but whatever it was this was different. Peculiar, odd, but better. His mouth was smooth, slick and very warm, a taste like nothing she'd ever experienced. Maea hardly noticed that she followed his guiding hands down onto his lap, too absorbed by this incredible new discovery.
And perhaps he was in control, calm (relatively) and sure of what he was doing but she was not. She was just about drowning in the tingling elation that zipped and shuddered down the spine, through her arms, hands, through the core as she fitted her legs around him. The tremble of her hands was taking on a different meaning, her touch firming as she brushed down along his muscled upper arms, down and up again to wrap them around his neck and squeeze herself closer, chest pressing against his.
Maea was losing herself, forgetting how to think, that it might be necessary at all... But there was a limit. And there were lines she neither could nor should cross, not here. Not now, not today. Things she weren't ready for, no matter how nice the kisses. She just... didn't know it.
