You're so cold
but you feel alive
Oh, his eyes. The dark storm sailing up within them was a threat and a promise, the undercurrents of lust a good indicator that she was accomplishing her goal. Whether he realized it or not, Sunjata was beginning to relax, his mind brought away from whatever ill omens he'd been brooding over since this morning... all according to plan.
But he moved. Shifted his hips again in that teasing, tantalizing way and while she enjoyed the sensation of them pressing up against her body, she had told him to stay still. "Come now, rogue, you have to do as you're told. Or there will be consequences, understand?" The girl tsked in disapproval and quite promptly let go of him, relinquishing both hands and mouth from his skin and sat up with a cool smile on her lips. Folded her arms under her chest and just waited, to see how long it would take him to realize she wasn't about to resume her ministrations anytime soon.
And while she sat there, straddling his thighs, hands nowhere near him, there was something raking a single, light scratch down in beneath the waistline of his pants. Like a fingernail grazing the skin, lower and lower until... it stopped, just short of where he no doubt wanted it to go. Maea raised a brow at him, her smile still rather wicked for all that her eyes glittered in mischief. "Are you going to behave?"
But he moved. Shifted his hips again in that teasing, tantalizing way and while she enjoyed the sensation of them pressing up against her body, she had told him to stay still. "Come now, rogue, you have to do as you're told. Or there will be consequences, understand?" The girl tsked in disapproval and quite promptly let go of him, relinquishing both hands and mouth from his skin and sat up with a cool smile on her lips. Folded her arms under her chest and just waited, to see how long it would take him to realize she wasn't about to resume her ministrations anytime soon.
And while she sat there, straddling his thighs, hands nowhere near him, there was something raking a single, light scratch down in beneath the waistline of his pants. Like a fingernail grazing the skin, lower and lower until... it stopped, just short of where he no doubt wanted it to go. Maea raised a brow at him, her smile still rather wicked for all that her eyes glittered in mischief. "Are you going to behave?"
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
