Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
He took his time to answer, and stalled for time by removing her underwear. It made her breath hitch, to be laid bare like that, especially when he was still covered. Exposed, made vulnerable... as if she wasn't prepared to give him everything already. The feeling of his stiff limb pressing against her with so little fabric to separate them was nothing short but agony, and she moaned again, his mouth playing, toying with her neck. Nipping, teasing... then he withdrew, with possibly the greediest smirk she'd seen on his face so far.
His hand on her breast made it hard to think properly. Make it up to him? Oh, she would love nothing better, but how? For a moment, she laid there, non-plussed. Her hands stroking his back in thoughtful circles. And then... ah, of course. The best way, the only way to really show how sorry she was, how much she wanted him. So with a soft hum, she draped her arms around his neck and eased herself up a little, so she could kiss his cheek with warm, gentle lips.
"As you wish," she almost purred. And as she pushed herself up against him, Maea turned and rolled, tried to make him move with her, push him over and down onto his back. It was her turn to hover over him now, supported on both hands with her knees parting to straddle him as she leaned down. Her mouth found his neck again, and kissed it lingering, teeth grazing the skin lightly at first, then more intently. Only when she'd properly marked him did she move, to kiss and nip her way slowly down his neck, to the chest.
And then she eased herself down over him, her hips pressing down onto his crotch. Her breath hitched at feeling his cock press against her... she couldn't help but grind against him a little, but that wasn't the true point. She simply paused to raise her arms to the clothing covering her chest. Slowly, with every intent of letting him watch, Maea began to remove it, her gaze fixed on his face. To see his reaction as she with lingering gestures uncovered herself.
His hand on her breast made it hard to think properly. Make it up to him? Oh, she would love nothing better, but how? For a moment, she laid there, non-plussed. Her hands stroking his back in thoughtful circles. And then... ah, of course. The best way, the only way to really show how sorry she was, how much she wanted him. So with a soft hum, she draped her arms around his neck and eased herself up a little, so she could kiss his cheek with warm, gentle lips.
"As you wish," she almost purred. And as she pushed herself up against him, Maea turned and rolled, tried to make him move with her, push him over and down onto his back. It was her turn to hover over him now, supported on both hands with her knees parting to straddle him as she leaned down. Her mouth found his neck again, and kissed it lingering, teeth grazing the skin lightly at first, then more intently. Only when she'd properly marked him did she move, to kiss and nip her way slowly down his neck, to the chest.
And then she eased herself down over him, her hips pressing down onto his crotch. Her breath hitched at feeling his cock press against her... she couldn't help but grind against him a little, but that wasn't the true point. She simply paused to raise her arms to the clothing covering her chest. Slowly, with every intent of letting him watch, Maea began to remove it, her gaze fixed on his face. To see his reaction as she with lingering gestures uncovered herself.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
