You're so cold
but you feel alive
Yes, she was greedy. There was a gaping hole in her soul screaming to be filled, a void hungering to be sated and he was the only one who knew how, the only one she would allow close enough to try. His hands made her burn, his mouth, his teeth stoking the fire with tantalizing trickles of pleasure that flowed through her veins, pooling in her core. The fright of seeing the scars, of realizing how fragile life was and how easily he could be torn away from her only made her want him more.
His hand traveled from her thigh, to her rear, up in under her shirt while his mouth went back to her neck, and Maea arched into the touches, craving more. Like a cat, her spine arched in a rippling wave against his palm and into the fingers tangled in her hair. She tried to reach up and kiss him, wincing in frustration when he held himself out of reach, and her head pressed back into the snow so she could give him more of her neck instead. His voice was quiet thunder in her ear, a soft rumble of approval that made her dip one hand in beneath his trousers, her nails scraping over the skin at his backside. Kneading at a buttock, while the other came up to tangle into his hair.
Then his hips pushed down into hers, ground against her and she moaned as a surge of pleasure bloomed between her legs. Even through the clothes she could feel him, hard against herself. Her hips bucked up, grinding back as her breath came harder, faster, head spinning pleasantly. "I want you," she gasped, shifting restlessly under him. Needy, impatient... so very greedy.
His hand traveled from her thigh, to her rear, up in under her shirt while his mouth went back to her neck, and Maea arched into the touches, craving more. Like a cat, her spine arched in a rippling wave against his palm and into the fingers tangled in her hair. She tried to reach up and kiss him, wincing in frustration when he held himself out of reach, and her head pressed back into the snow so she could give him more of her neck instead. His voice was quiet thunder in her ear, a soft rumble of approval that made her dip one hand in beneath his trousers, her nails scraping over the skin at his backside. Kneading at a buttock, while the other came up to tangle into his hair.
Then his hips pushed down into hers, ground against her and she moaned as a surge of pleasure bloomed between her legs. Even through the clothes she could feel him, hard against herself. Her hips bucked up, grinding back as her breath came harder, faster, head spinning pleasantly. "I want you," she gasped, shifting restlessly under him. Needy, impatient... so very greedy.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
