You're so cold
but you feel alive
He held her close, and she held him tight, as they shuddered through the sweet, blissful ecstasy. She held him as he slowed, the pace growing languid and lingering... but really, she could have gone on forever. In the gentling calm of the aferglow, Maea found herself if possible even more sensitive to his touch, and if he'd wanted to, she could have just kept going. Moving into the pleasure beyond, the mindless nothing of oblivion.
Looking up into his eyes, however, Maea felt it all the same. Her face was a picture of warm delight, flushed with pleasure and still slack with the lust of his movements over her, inside her. White silk had plastered itself to her temple and forehead, her skin glistening and damp in the dim glow of firelight. A small moon nestled into the blankets, nearly swallowed up by his stormcloud night. There was a light in her eyes as she smiled up at him, radiant and pure, as if wanting nothing more than to brighten him, bathe him in her love for him.
It was everything she had hoped for, and more.
Maea reached up to kiss him, soft and lingering, her mouth warm beneath his lips. Her hands brushing over his back in long, soothing strokes, trying to convey just how much she loved being there, in the center of his storm. Not drowning, nor sweeping away... Only riding his wave, to whatever end.
Looking up into his eyes, however, Maea felt it all the same. Her face was a picture of warm delight, flushed with pleasure and still slack with the lust of his movements over her, inside her. White silk had plastered itself to her temple and forehead, her skin glistening and damp in the dim glow of firelight. A small moon nestled into the blankets, nearly swallowed up by his stormcloud night. There was a light in her eyes as she smiled up at him, radiant and pure, as if wanting nothing more than to brighten him, bathe him in her love for him.
It was everything she had hoped for, and more.
Maea reached up to kiss him, soft and lingering, her mouth warm beneath his lips. Her hands brushing over his back in long, soothing strokes, trying to convey just how much she loved being there, in the center of his storm. Not drowning, nor sweeping away... Only riding his wave, to whatever end.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
