You're so cold
but you feel alive
She was moonlight glittering on his waves, so willingly allowing herself to be pulled along. Her voice colored the air in a soft whimper as his mouth left hers and trailed down her neck. The long, starlight hair feathered into the water as she leaned her head back, chin rising to give him room, give him access. This was nothing like the gentle, sweet kisses from earlier encounters; there was something wanton and greedy over him now, and it set her heart racing. One of her hands remained in his hair, at the back of his neck, but the other began to drift, trailing down along his spine to feel the muscles of his back play under her palm.
Maea only reluctantly let go a little as he began to tug her along. Searching for the shore, for ground beneath the feet, some harbor to shelter in. She helped them along with a steady wave, aching for him to continue this inevitable conquest. It didn't matter to her where they ended up; her legs were far too weak to let her stand on her own anyway.
At least there was sand beneath her feet when they found the bottom. Better than rocks. Better than the open sea.
Maea only reluctantly let go a little as he began to tug her along. Searching for the shore, for ground beneath the feet, some harbor to shelter in. She helped them along with a steady wave, aching for him to continue this inevitable conquest. It didn't matter to her where they ended up; her legs were far too weak to let her stand on her own anyway.
At least there was sand beneath her feet when they found the bottom. Better than rocks. Better than the open sea.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
