You're so cold
but you feel alive
The wet cloth fell away under the ministrations of his hands, and she couldn't help but flinch as the wind nipped at the skin. Cold, damp. There was an impulse to shy away, to shrug her shoulders up and cover herself. No one had ever seen her like this before, never wanted to look, never tried to get close enough that she would let her guard down. Now she had, and the greedy way he raked his eyes over her made Maea grateful for it. Made her lean back into the sand, eyes fixed on him.
Could anyone make her feel more wanted? If she were to give herself away to anyone... let it be him.
That didn't mean she didn't tremble as he lowered down over her, his hands roaming to places hitherto untouched. They were hot against her cold skin, as was his mouth, and she found herself overwhelmed again. Unable to do more than just react, her hands buried in his hair. She felt it, burning within her. That restless itch, the sweet bliss that had been wrung out of her before. Only... this time it was real. Nate had been right, this was different. Not induced, not awkward or scary.
Well... maybe a little scary. The thumb brushing the underside of her breasts caused her breath to hiccup slightly, nipples contracting almost painfully; along with the touch to her inner thigh, it coaxed another little whimper from her, as she writhed, trying to get his hands to move where they so tauntingly wouldn't go.
Could anyone make her feel more wanted? If she were to give herself away to anyone... let it be him.
That didn't mean she didn't tremble as he lowered down over her, his hands roaming to places hitherto untouched. They were hot against her cold skin, as was his mouth, and she found herself overwhelmed again. Unable to do more than just react, her hands buried in his hair. She felt it, burning within her. That restless itch, the sweet bliss that had been wrung out of her before. Only... this time it was real. Nate had been right, this was different. Not induced, not awkward or scary.
Well... maybe a little scary. The thumb brushing the underside of her breasts caused her breath to hiccup slightly, nipples contracting almost painfully; along with the touch to her inner thigh, it coaxed another little whimper from her, as she writhed, trying to get his hands to move where they so tauntingly wouldn't go.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
