You're so cold
but you feel alive
His snark, and the shifting hips that forced her to bite back a groan, earned him a look of mock disdain before she leaned in and nipped at his lips with her teeth, tongue quick to smoothe any hurts.
"Stay still, master rouge," she admonished in quiet amusement, "I'm a little busy over here." Later her expression implied... and then she began to ease herself down, pressing close to his body as she slid down. Her mouth passed briefly over his neck, leaving behind a few well placed nips to remember her by, before she settled over his stomach.
Just barely covered in the shawl still, she resumed the exploration of his torso, peeling back layers until there was ample amounts of glorious skin laid bare beneath the winter sun. It was even more gorgeously tanned against this bleached out landscape, and Maea took her time in admiring it, hands stroking the well defined muscles of chest and stomach with relish.
Kisses followed too, light and lingering, and with tendrils of escaped hair ghosting over him she slowly, teasingly, began to trail her way downwards. Towards his lower abdomen, where her hands came to rest on his hips, mouth pausing just over the waistline of his pants.
She looked up at him then, eyes slightly darker than usual, a sly and almost wicked look about her. Checking to see what kind of reaction she was drawing form him.
"Stay still, master rouge," she admonished in quiet amusement, "I'm a little busy over here." Later her expression implied... and then she began to ease herself down, pressing close to his body as she slid down. Her mouth passed briefly over his neck, leaving behind a few well placed nips to remember her by, before she settled over his stomach.
Just barely covered in the shawl still, she resumed the exploration of his torso, peeling back layers until there was ample amounts of glorious skin laid bare beneath the winter sun. It was even more gorgeously tanned against this bleached out landscape, and Maea took her time in admiring it, hands stroking the well defined muscles of chest and stomach with relish.
Kisses followed too, light and lingering, and with tendrils of escaped hair ghosting over him she slowly, teasingly, began to trail her way downwards. Towards his lower abdomen, where her hands came to rest on his hips, mouth pausing just over the waistline of his pants.
She looked up at him then, eyes slightly darker than usual, a sly and almost wicked look about her. Checking to see what kind of reaction she was drawing form him.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
