You're so cold
but you feel alive
The reaction surprised her, delighted her to no end. Even in the frantic heat of the rhytm, even as he pushed deeper, harder and drew whimpering moans from her as he hit a spot deep within that made light flash before her eyes. She kept a hold of one horn, making sure he didn't stray, locking him in place to see how long it would be before he tried to break free. The other roamed, wandering through his hair, down his back, daringly reaching down for his rear to feel the muscles there swell and move with each thrust. As his hand move up over her side, she leaned into the touch, whimpering into his mouth as he took her breast in his hand, teasing and playing until she could barely breathe.
A pressure was mounting deep within her loins. Growing stronger with each ragged breath, every touch he gave her. Maea leaned into it, tried to chase it down and let it swallow her, but somehow that feeling evaded her. Frustrated, she groaned and ground her hips harder against his, tried to pull him even deeper, sharper. "Harder," she demanded, a heady order muffled against his mouth.
She'd quite forgotten to be shy.
A pressure was mounting deep within her loins. Growing stronger with each ragged breath, every touch he gave her. Maea leaned into it, tried to chase it down and let it swallow her, but somehow that feeling evaded her. Frustrated, she groaned and ground her hips harder against his, tried to pull him even deeper, sharper. "Harder," she demanded, a heady order muffled against his mouth.
She'd quite forgotten to be shy.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
