You're so cold
but you feel alive
Her knees parted to make room for him, coming up to cradle his hips as he settled in between her. Her hands stroked the back of his shoulders in long firm caresses, urging him to relax, come down on her, cover her. Maea wanted to be squished, to feel his weight push the air from her lungs and her body sing in near-painful pleasure at being crushed into the snow by him. His hand felt hot against her thigh, even with the leather breeches between, and she moaned softly, barely more than a sigh colored with voice.
Her hips bucked up to grind against his, full lips opening to invited his tongue in to play. He was in her blood now, in her breath and she was smoldering, aching to feel more. Restless hands wandered lower over his back, down to his sides to explore the new landscape his scar had created on the skin, further down to his hips. Squeezing them in her hands, kneading, fingers playing with the waistline, dipping in under it to brush over the skin below.
Her hips bucked up to grind against his, full lips opening to invited his tongue in to play. He was in her blood now, in her breath and she was smoldering, aching to feel more. Restless hands wandered lower over his back, down to his sides to explore the new landscape his scar had created on the skin, further down to his hips. Squeezing them in her hands, kneading, fingers playing with the waistline, dipping in under it to brush over the skin below.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
