You're so cold
but you feel alive
I want you too. Glorious words, even though his body showed it already, even if his kisses and the hand working between her legs sang it to her in a hymn of their mingled voices. Maea's hips bucked into his hand in response, thoughts slipping away as the pleasure from his circling fingers went to her head. It took her a moment to realize what he meant... but then she smiled and draped her free arm around his neck, pulling him into a warm hug. Her mouth trailed off, placing hot kisses up his jaw, to his neck.
"We don't need it, remember?" she groaned into his ear, voice quaking, breath uneven. "Nothing will happen no matter how many times... even if you tried to, even if you wanted to..." It was a promise, a reassurance - a split second instance of lament over what had been lost - before the comfort of her choice was there again and she pressed her mouth to that spot beneath his ear.
A vow, an oath of truth. It's okay.
She was so ready for him. So wet, so slick that his fingers didn't quite suffice to give her the friction she needed. Maea shifted, tried to press herself down towards his hips, to the promise she held in her hand... She didn't want to wait. Didn't know how to take it slow when she burned so much.
"We don't need it, remember?" she groaned into his ear, voice quaking, breath uneven. "Nothing will happen no matter how many times... even if you tried to, even if you wanted to..." It was a promise, a reassurance - a split second instance of lament over what had been lost - before the comfort of her choice was there again and she pressed her mouth to that spot beneath his ear.
A vow, an oath of truth. It's okay.
She was so ready for him. So wet, so slick that his fingers didn't quite suffice to give her the friction she needed. Maea shifted, tried to press herself down towards his hips, to the promise she held in her hand... She didn't want to wait. Didn't know how to take it slow when she burned so much.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
