You're so cold
but you feel alive
It grew, that burn inside her. Flared up in a roar when his fingers found her apex and began to stroke her. Maea whimpered again, hips flexing into the touch and found the rhythm, her hand trembling now as it moved over his limb. She was losing control rapidly, the pleasure he sent shooting up and down her spine from the nub within her folds merging with the darts bounding from her nipple to riccochet within her. It burned almost hotter now than before, as she had learned what to expect, what they were moving towards, and the sensation fairly overwhelmed her.
With a growl that made her visibly shudder he ordered her in closer. Unable to resist that rough command she obeyed, fitted herself against his chest, chin rising until she caught his mouth with hers (or was it the other way around). Moaning into his mouth, Maea arched her spine, pressing her hips into his hand, and tried to keep up the rhythm of her hand... but she was faltering, crumbling, sweeping away on the current he built up in her.
"... again. I want you again," she breathed into his mouth, panting hard.
With a growl that made her visibly shudder he ordered her in closer. Unable to resist that rough command she obeyed, fitted herself against his chest, chin rising until she caught his mouth with hers (or was it the other way around). Moaning into his mouth, Maea arched her spine, pressing her hips into his hand, and tried to keep up the rhythm of her hand... but she was faltering, crumbling, sweeping away on the current he built up in her.
"... again. I want you again," she breathed into his mouth, panting hard.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
