You're so cold
but you feel alive
He was there, with her. The heat of his pleasure filling her, his groans mingling with her own, and she hugged him tight, arms wrapping close round his neck, pressing her body into his as they came. Together, entwined, connected. The urgency faded, but Maea kept moving on him as the light of her orgasm kept riccocheting through her body, squeezing every last bit of feeling out of this for as long as she was able.
She kept her mouth on his too. The kiss grew less frantic but all the deeper for it, now that she had time to feel all of it. Taste his tongue, with her own flavor and blood lingering; enough to make her shudder and groan into his mouth, insides tightening on him, then relaxing, then tightened again in long, lingering squeezes.
She kept her mouth on his too. The kiss grew less frantic but all the deeper for it, now that she had time to feel all of it. Taste his tongue, with her own flavor and blood lingering; enough to make her shudder and groan into his mouth, insides tightening on him, then relaxing, then tightened again in long, lingering squeezes.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
