You're so cold
but you feel alive
He responded and she moaned as he surged, pushing up, turning them over until her back was pressing into the bedding. A whining complaint was issued when he slipped out of her, followed by a satisfied hum when the matter was remedied right away. Maea melted into his hungry kiss, quivering under the new intensity of it, responded to it without trying to hide how greedy she was for him, how much she wanted this.
His hand found her wrist, pinned it down. Her eyes widened a little and searched for his, found his gaze and saw the storm sail up within it, clouds looming dark and terrible and so beautiful. Maea tested the grip he had on her, to see if he meant to hold her there; her hips bucked up, inner muscles tightening around his cock and there was something of midnight in her eyes as she waited, breathless, expectant. The far side of the moon was in her gaze, cold and lonely and steeped in darkness. Waiting for the tide to rise, for the storm to make landfall.
Yes. She wanted him. Now, always, forever.
"I'm yours."
His hand found her wrist, pinned it down. Her eyes widened a little and searched for his, found his gaze and saw the storm sail up within it, clouds looming dark and terrible and so beautiful. Maea tested the grip he had on her, to see if he meant to hold her there; her hips bucked up, inner muscles tightening around his cock and there was something of midnight in her eyes as she waited, breathless, expectant. The far side of the moon was in her gaze, cold and lonely and steeped in darkness. Waiting for the tide to rise, for the storm to make landfall.
Yes. She wanted him. Now, always, forever.
"I'm yours."
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
