~ Maddi with Elijah, in his hut ~<br/><br/><br/>He took control, just took it, needed it.  But the gentle, insistent journey he began was as much about giving, not taking, as any sex could be.  The gentle erotic kisses set each inch of her skin, one by one, on fire.  The measuring of each dimension only delineated by the feeling of his mouth and tongue.   She had not measured herself in kisses before, or each breath with the receiving of such tender control that built the need inside her stone on stone until she could think of nothing but the destination she yearned for.<br/><br/>Smiling, she closed her eyes, giving herself to him as he asked, letting the feelings build further, until she was whimpering with the exquisite delight he drew from her.  Every time the instinctual need to kiss him, to touch him took over he both accepted it and denied it.  She marveled at the level of control, and the strength and commitment he was giving to this loving sharing of their bodies and hearts.<br/><br/>When his hands moved from his kisses on her tummy, slipping up to free her breasts, her own hands could no longer be denied, and she reached down to fondle his hair and caress his head. Her fingers threaded through the unkempt thatch, tugging on it lightly between her fingers. As he moved upwards, and the anticipation of his upward path to her breasts made her moan softly, her fingers moved with him to caress his back, the random patterns she drew being dictated by the sensations he fired of inside her. So when he took her nipple into his mouth and the current to her clit hummed and pulsed with such energy she could no longer contain it, she let her nails join her fingertips in showing him how much she needed him, dragging more insistently on his sun kissed skin.<br/><br/>His mouth lifting, the punishment of him leaving her made her open her eyes again, with a soft murmur of protest, but the heated look in his eyes as he pulled her up and removed her top kept her warm and seemed to fire off almost as many currents inside her.  She reached out to run her fingers over his chest, her palms grazing his nipples, drinking in the firm hidden strength and the way his breath caught just like hers as his nipples hardened even more in her hand.<br/><br/>She leant up to kiss him softly, murmuring against his lips, "Elijah......" and then as Maddi kissed the side of his mouth and the tip of his chin said again, "Oh Elijah....... "  his name like wonder on her lips, and her body yearning for him with every fibre.<br/>