no vacancy

You're so cold

but you feel alive

He was a storm. A tidal wave, and she only a reflection of the moon. Fracturing under his surging waters. So easily swept away, drowned, swallowed whole by the dark depths in his eyes. She raked her teeth over his lips as he kissed her, her mouth hungry, tongue drinking him in like she was parched beyond belief and he the only water fit for slaking that thirst. She didn't want him to stop kissing her, but Sunjata was obsessed with her neck, with nipping and biting at it, and the small hurts mingled with the pleasure in a way that drove her quite out of her mind.

Then, all at once his hand became the focus of her entire existence as it traveled up her thigh. A moan ripped free from her throat as he touched her apex, the sharp flinch replaced by a throbbing pleasure as he applied pressure to the spot. Moved his fingers, and coaxed deep throaty sounds from her that Maea hadn't known she was capabel of. Her hips moved, rising to meet his touch, grinding into his hand as a buzz began to surge in her ears.

Did she want him?

Did the river flow towards the sea?

".. yes," she gasped, flushing as she forced the answer out. Wanted to writhe in embarrassment, turn away, hide her burning cheeks.

But her hand found its way to his hip, warm and firm and hard under her hand. She tried to pull him in, bring him closer. Down onto her.

"... please? I want you." A mumbled plea, barely getting past lips that felt numb, swollen. Needy.

lay your hands on me

one last time

MAEA