You're so cold
but you feel alive
It wasn't often she managed to surprise him, and the expression on his face as he realized what she was up to (down for, perhaps) was one she definitely enjoyed. Maea liked the way his breath caught too, and she kept her eyes on his face as she let her fingers trace across the skin of his abdomen, groin and then... then, found him shifting up into her hand by the movement of his hip.
Oh, it was soft. And so warm, the heat of him radiating into her palm. A little startled herself, she just held him for a moment, frozen. A breath steadied her again, and with his burning gaze watching closely, she began to stroke him. Touch very light, very soft, not at all sure where the limits went, when it might hurt, when it was good.
Still he distracted her, with the taunting touches to her breasts. Her breath had started to pick up; with a small noise slipping from her throat she pressed her chest into his hands, asking for more.
Oh, it was soft. And so warm, the heat of him radiating into her palm. A little startled herself, she just held him for a moment, frozen. A breath steadied her again, and with his burning gaze watching closely, she began to stroke him. Touch very light, very soft, not at all sure where the limits went, when it might hurt, when it was good.
Still he distracted her, with the taunting touches to her breasts. Her breath had started to pick up; with a small noise slipping from her throat she pressed her chest into his hands, asking for more.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
