You're so cold
but you feel alive
The teasing, the taunts, the trailing kisses, it all set her on fire. Stoked the smouldering embers into life, until the world spun around her. Thoughts had disappeared a long time ago, everything beyond Sunjata a very distant thing. There was warm sand under her back, an ocean lapping at her feet and a man hovering over her, sending fireworks through her body with his kisses.
Her breathing grew shallow, more intense as his hand trailed up between her legs, brushed against the core. A flash of lightning at the touch had her gasping, arching up to meet the touch quite on instinct. There was no play in her, no coy games or ease at this - it was too new, too fresh, far too intense. He'd wanted to show her this since their first day and now he got it. Raw and real, every reaction pure and unspoiled by thoughts of others.
Only when he moved to remove her underwear did she hesitate. And again when he did the same for himself. She tensed, unsure, and tasted his mouth as he kissed her with a shy question in the timid response. But the answer came right away, a spoken reassurance that made her quite limp. Liefde? She didn't dare guess what the word meant. Didn't want to hope, even in this desperate intimacy.
She held up her arms, wrapped them about his shoulders. Let her hands brush down his sides and back in long, lingering strokes, elation surging at the feel of his warm, firm body under her hands. Maea sought his gaze, eyes so very dark from the lust that raged in her. Had the moon not been drinking up all the colors, he would have seen the lavender in her irises. Deep and soft. Trusting.
"Sunjata..." A whisper, a prayer, a plea. She was burning.
Her breathing grew shallow, more intense as his hand trailed up between her legs, brushed against the core. A flash of lightning at the touch had her gasping, arching up to meet the touch quite on instinct. There was no play in her, no coy games or ease at this - it was too new, too fresh, far too intense. He'd wanted to show her this since their first day and now he got it. Raw and real, every reaction pure and unspoiled by thoughts of others.
Only when he moved to remove her underwear did she hesitate. And again when he did the same for himself. She tensed, unsure, and tasted his mouth as he kissed her with a shy question in the timid response. But the answer came right away, a spoken reassurance that made her quite limp. Liefde? She didn't dare guess what the word meant. Didn't want to hope, even in this desperate intimacy.
She held up her arms, wrapped them about his shoulders. Let her hands brush down his sides and back in long, lingering strokes, elation surging at the feel of his warm, firm body under her hands. Maea sought his gaze, eyes so very dark from the lust that raged in her. Had the moon not been drinking up all the colors, he would have seen the lavender in her irises. Deep and soft. Trusting.
"Sunjata..." A whisper, a prayer, a plea. She was burning.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
