You're so cold
but you feel alive
Growing more confident as he neither stops her nor objects (quite the contrary), her grasp firmed around him, the strokes evening out. Still languid, still lingering, but more along the lines of how he'd moved within her. And the memory flashed through her like lightning, intensified by the claws on her chest. The hand on her thigh, drawing patterns on the tender skin.
Maea tried to shift closer, so she could easily access a bit of everything. His silken limb in her hand, his hand between her legs; she shifted her hips closer, whimpering softly at his wordless promise of pleasure. But Sunjata was so much bigger than her, far taller and it was just not possible to do all that and steal a kiss at the same time, like she wanted. So she settled for pressing her mouth to his chest instead, capturing a nipple to lick and tease, graze her teeth against. If it felt good for her, then so for him too, right?
Maea tried to shift closer, so she could easily access a bit of everything. His silken limb in her hand, his hand between her legs; she shifted her hips closer, whimpering softly at his wordless promise of pleasure. But Sunjata was so much bigger than her, far taller and it was just not possible to do all that and steal a kiss at the same time, like she wanted. So she settled for pressing her mouth to his chest instead, capturing a nipple to lick and tease, graze her teeth against. If it felt good for her, then so for him too, right?
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
