You're so cold
but you feel alive
Perhaps it was a stupid decision (she was making a lot of those, lately) because she was still sore, still aching from the first time. But Maea couldn't bring herself to really care. So what if she couldn't walk tomorrow? She had no appointments to make, no schedules to follow (only those of her own making) and his could wait until she was done. Her teeth drew a growl from him; she smiled against his skin as it vibrated through his throat, arched her back into the nails on her back as they tickled and burned their way up her spine. His approval is rewarded with a slightly sharper nip to that same spot, quickly followed by a kiss to soothe the small hurt.
Then she moved on. Went a little lower, to keep exploring his neck, with its sinews and muscles. Her hands came down along with her mouth, and as she tasted his pulse on her tongue - lapped at it, nibbled as if she too wanted to know what his blood tasted like - slender fingers wrapped gently around the base of his neck. Measuring the strong, sturdy pillar. Found that she couldn't quite reach all the way around, and one settled for caressing the back of his neck with tender fingertips, intentionally light enough to just barely touch him. The other trailed down, found support against his chest and kept her upright, pinned him down, made sure he didn't move to spoil her exploration of this intresting new territory.
Maea was getting quite drunk on the taste of him. Salt and sea mingled on her tongue, with an aftertaste of sweat and soap, and perhaps some smokey liquour she might be interested in trying herself.
Later.
Then she moved on. Went a little lower, to keep exploring his neck, with its sinews and muscles. Her hands came down along with her mouth, and as she tasted his pulse on her tongue - lapped at it, nibbled as if she too wanted to know what his blood tasted like - slender fingers wrapped gently around the base of his neck. Measuring the strong, sturdy pillar. Found that she couldn't quite reach all the way around, and one settled for caressing the back of his neck with tender fingertips, intentionally light enough to just barely touch him. The other trailed down, found support against his chest and kept her upright, pinned him down, made sure he didn't move to spoil her exploration of this intresting new territory.
Maea was getting quite drunk on the taste of him. Salt and sea mingled on her tongue, with an aftertaste of sweat and soap, and perhaps some smokey liquour she might be interested in trying herself.
Later.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
