You're so cold
but you feel alive
The sound of his voice rumbling like thunder in the still night made her shudder again. Senses sharpened, learned to take in not only the touch of him but the taste, the scent and the sounds as well. She found that she loved hearing that sound leave his throat. Loved that she could affect him, influence his action with simple touches, slight movements. With only her own voice, a sweet lullaby to his earthquake.
He played with her. Teased reactions from her in this game where he knew all the moves and she none at all. The taunting hand that rose only to dip lower again had her wriggle beneath him, impatient for something she didn't know... then his hand was on her chest, her breast, and the touch was so electrifying that she moaned, breathing in deep to press her ribcage up, into his hand.
It felt good, really good; when he paused, mouth hovering so very close, she pried open eyes she hadn't realized she'd shut, and looked at him. Met his gaze, with moon-bright eyes that had darkened with pleasure. Felt the tug on the bindings, saw the hunger, the desire.
She nodded, flushed, breath coming quicker as she raised herself up a little. Granting access.
He played with her. Teased reactions from her in this game where he knew all the moves and she none at all. The taunting hand that rose only to dip lower again had her wriggle beneath him, impatient for something she didn't know... then his hand was on her chest, her breast, and the touch was so electrifying that she moaned, breathing in deep to press her ribcage up, into his hand.
It felt good, really good; when he paused, mouth hovering so very close, she pried open eyes she hadn't realized she'd shut, and looked at him. Met his gaze, with moon-bright eyes that had darkened with pleasure. Felt the tug on the bindings, saw the hunger, the desire.
She nodded, flushed, breath coming quicker as she raised herself up a little. Granting access.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
