Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
He had awakened a terrible hunger in her, with that not-so-innocent kiss a warm summer day. She had been craving more ever since, and somehow it never settled, even as he kept giving her more kisses, more lingering touches, lighting and banking a fire that never quite stopped burning. Even in the midst of their arguments, even when she was angry enough to hurt him, when she lay curled up and cold in a snow land får away, she still hungered for him. And not just his body, though that was all on her mind at the moment, but for him. All of him, thoughts and heart and soul... If she could, Maea would take it all Into herself, hold him close enough that the borders between him and her began to blur, forming one perfect unity that was never separate and saw nothing else. Was this some legacy of Rae? Or just the twisted obsession of a girl thrust headlong into her first love?
It didn't matter. His hands were dragging her harder and closer to him. Helping her, so that the friction of skin on skin became everything she could think of. The closest thing to that perfect unity she could imagine... except she was hollow and aching, unfulfilled, without his cock inside her or his tongue in her mouth. Maea wanted both, wanted it all, and never wanted this to end.
The tone of her voice began to change, as pleasure staggered, built, pooling in her thighs where they pressed against his. "I wanted you, all this time," she moaned, a breathy confession when she forgot where thoughts ended and words began. "On the beach, along the way here, every... second since we... came here..."
Maea turned her head to look at him. Her face was flushed, lips swollen and red, eyes dark and hazywith pleasure, with lust for him.
"I wanted you to take me.. to fuck me... Sunjata, please.. please fuck me..."
She couldn't stand it any more, the wait, the ache. Maea angled her hips, tried to shift to position him against her opening, so he couldn't avoid slipping inside next time he rolled his hips again.
It didn't matter. His hands were dragging her harder and closer to him. Helping her, so that the friction of skin on skin became everything she could think of. The closest thing to that perfect unity she could imagine... except she was hollow and aching, unfulfilled, without his cock inside her or his tongue in her mouth. Maea wanted both, wanted it all, and never wanted this to end.
The tone of her voice began to change, as pleasure staggered, built, pooling in her thighs where they pressed against his. "I wanted you, all this time," she moaned, a breathy confession when she forgot where thoughts ended and words began. "On the beach, along the way here, every... second since we... came here..."
Maea turned her head to look at him. Her face was flushed, lips swollen and red, eyes dark and hazywith pleasure, with lust for him.
"I wanted you to take me.. to fuck me... Sunjata, please.. please fuck me..."
She couldn't stand it any more, the wait, the ache. Maea angled her hips, tried to shift to position him against her opening, so he couldn't avoid slipping inside next time he rolled his hips again.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
