You're so cold
but you feel alive
Of course, the girl didn't think of possible consequences beyond the obvious. Wasn't privy to the ugly back-alley wisdoms, the consequences and risks of dallying too often and too freely. He couldn't possibly be tainted in her eyes, no matter how many beds he had visited, how many others he might have whispered sweet nothing's to on nights before this. In truth, she didn't even care. All she wanted was to feel him again, absorb him, have the empty, aching void within her filled by the only one who had ever cared to try.
He helped her come into place, kept her steady, and with whimpering breaths the girl sank down onto him. Again there was a moment of terrible burning agony as her sore insides tried to fight the intruder, but she insisted. Pushed past the pain, pushed herself down, down. Shuddering, gasping as lock and key fit together in a perfect match and they were joined again.
Pausing to breathe, to adjust, Maea couldn't keep her voice from coloring every breath she took. It felt different like this, somehow more intense, as if he'd filled a deeper depth than before. With her arms around his neck and her stomach, her breasts pressed into his chest she leaned her head back to let him graze at her neck.
When the stillness became unbearable, when she couldn't stand it anymore, she moved. Raising herself up ever so slightly, to sink even further back down over him and sheathe him deeper within her. And again. Dizzy, with the world spinning but refusing to close her eyes on this beautiful dream, she buried her hand in his hair, dragged her nails over the back of his shoulders. Pawing at the wings on his back, wondering... if this was anything close to flying.
He helped her come into place, kept her steady, and with whimpering breaths the girl sank down onto him. Again there was a moment of terrible burning agony as her sore insides tried to fight the intruder, but she insisted. Pushed past the pain, pushed herself down, down. Shuddering, gasping as lock and key fit together in a perfect match and they were joined again.
Pausing to breathe, to adjust, Maea couldn't keep her voice from coloring every breath she took. It felt different like this, somehow more intense, as if he'd filled a deeper depth than before. With her arms around his neck and her stomach, her breasts pressed into his chest she leaned her head back to let him graze at her neck.
When the stillness became unbearable, when she couldn't stand it anymore, she moved. Raising herself up ever so slightly, to sink even further back down over him and sheathe him deeper within her. And again. Dizzy, with the world spinning but refusing to close her eyes on this beautiful dream, she buried her hand in his hair, dragged her nails over the back of his shoulders. Pawing at the wings on his back, wondering... if this was anything close to flying.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
