no vacancy

You're so cold

but you feel alive

Maea was no budding sprout, no delicate porcelaine doll, for all that she looked like one. Nor was she a blushing teenager, high on hormones and paralyzed by the need to please. She was a woman. Young and inexperienced, yes. Shy and a bit repressed, sure. But she had an excellent teacher, and a very good memory. Everything Sunjata had done to her she took and made her own and turned right back onto him. Figured, if it worked on her, then why not on him too?

So there was a lot of teeth. Plenty of nipping. Quite a bit more tongue, because she was hungry and he tasted good. If she fumbled a little, wasn't as elegant in her ministrations as he'd been, it was merely a lack of practice showing through.

So yes, she learned quickly. Just... didn't quite know what she wanted yet. What he liked. Where the boundaries went between great and slightly awkward. So she tested them. Hummed a soft wince at the sensation of his fingers turned claws on her back, scraping the skin just on the right side of painful.

It made her bold, dared her to go lower, to take her kisses and her hands to his collarbone, to his chest, where palms could caress the broad pectorals and she could try out a theory by touching a mischievous tongue to one of his nipples. Revenge was sweet. The ache between her legs was sweeter still, and she pressed her hips into his, hoping to find some answer there.

lay your hands on me

one last time

MAEA