You're so cold
but you feel alive
He painted her with bruises like she was a canvas, and perhaps come morning she would berate him for it. But now, here, under the midnight sky and the soft tendrils of moonlight? It was only appropriate that she would be marked as his. Because she was. Irrevocably. Perhaps he wouldn't have touched her so easily if he knew how deep her surrender went, how much she was handing over to him, to what extent she was willing to offer herself up... He'd run screaming if she told him. Because Sunjata feared love, and love was all she was in this moment. For him, him, him.
He followed her hand, lowered himself down onto her and her intake of breath was a shuddering whimper, all voice and breath and it seemed to last forever. As she felt him against herself, his warmth his body and him. He was heavy, big, far taller than her and it could have become awkward, difficult. The girl just followed his hands though, let him shift her about and raised her leg to hook it around his hip. Beyond words, beyond thinking now, she melted into his kiss and fitted her body against his, pressed her hips into his. Knew there was more to come, but a little unsure, a bit shy.
Knew it might hurt. So she let him take the lead - when had he ever done anything else? - and brought her arms around him to hold him close. Left his mouth to trail kisses down his own jaw, along the neck, her teeth following his teaching to nibble against his warm, waterslick skin. He'd liked that before... maybe he would like it again.
He followed her hand, lowered himself down onto her and her intake of breath was a shuddering whimper, all voice and breath and it seemed to last forever. As she felt him against herself, his warmth his body and him. He was heavy, big, far taller than her and it could have become awkward, difficult. The girl just followed his hands though, let him shift her about and raised her leg to hook it around his hip. Beyond words, beyond thinking now, she melted into his kiss and fitted her body against his, pressed her hips into his. Knew there was more to come, but a little unsure, a bit shy.
Knew it might hurt. So she let him take the lead - when had he ever done anything else? - and brought her arms around him to hold him close. Left his mouth to trail kisses down his own jaw, along the neck, her teeth following his teaching to nibble against his warm, waterslick skin. He'd liked that before... maybe he would like it again.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
