Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
He played with her body, toyed with her breasts and tasted them, one after the other, calloused hands rough yet gentle, firm without being harmful. It felt so good, Maea leaned in to fill his palms with all of them, the tightness in her belly pooling, deepening, heightening the pleasure to a new level.
She was too hot for games now, though. Too senseless to want anything but closeness and contact, to come as near that illusion of perfect unity as she could... it was only a mirage, a hopeless fantasy, but Maea wanted it all the same. To hide from the world in the eyes of another being, to relinquish all control over herself to hands that wanted nothing more than to hold her. And maybe he wasn't that, maybe she wasn't strong enough to hold all of him either, but damn, if this wasn't good enough, close enough.
When he gave her back the control over herself, all Maea did was stretch out to cover him with her body again. Knees inching back, with his length fully sheathed inside her, her small, lithe frame fitted perfectly against his big, sturdy body. Her chin lifted, full lips seeking his mouth to beg for another kiss, her movements resuming that slow, luxurious grinding where all her skin seemed to tingle with electrical impulses, to feel him beneath her. Pleasuring herself with him, and him with her, she was so close to the edge now, teetering, toppling..
"Will you hold me?" she whispered, a plea that said she craved more than just his body. Something warmer, closer, more intimate than this burning lust. Something only he could give her... because Maea loved him. Him, and no one else.
She was too hot for games now, though. Too senseless to want anything but closeness and contact, to come as near that illusion of perfect unity as she could... it was only a mirage, a hopeless fantasy, but Maea wanted it all the same. To hide from the world in the eyes of another being, to relinquish all control over herself to hands that wanted nothing more than to hold her. And maybe he wasn't that, maybe she wasn't strong enough to hold all of him either, but damn, if this wasn't good enough, close enough.
When he gave her back the control over herself, all Maea did was stretch out to cover him with her body again. Knees inching back, with his length fully sheathed inside her, her small, lithe frame fitted perfectly against his big, sturdy body. Her chin lifted, full lips seeking his mouth to beg for another kiss, her movements resuming that slow, luxurious grinding where all her skin seemed to tingle with electrical impulses, to feel him beneath her. Pleasuring herself with him, and him with her, she was so close to the edge now, teetering, toppling..
"Will you hold me?" she whispered, a plea that said she craved more than just his body. Something warmer, closer, more intimate than this burning lust. Something only he could give her... because Maea loved him. Him, and no one else.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
