Chapter 2

Slowly his lips met hers, first shyly and then with more and more intensity, spinning on top like whirlpools. Maui could feel spasms running down his back and shoulders. Each time he grabbed Moana's lower lip in his, he felt the blood running through his forearms' veins turning into thick lava. He had lost track of how many times he had dreamt of her mouth, how many sleepless nights he had spend drawing in his mind her perfectly rounded lips. These were so soft, so sweet, and so anxious for more. He smiled within their kiss, remembering how sensual it turned to be that her upper lip was a bit plumper than her lower one.

Moana, at the same time, was trying to recall from her memory every line, every part, every wrinkle of his lips, lips she has never ever tasted before. Maui's lips were fuller, bigger than hers, but at the same time he never overdone it. It was like a dance, sometimes he leaded the way, sometimes her, slow-paced turning into fast and demanding every now and then. But the desire burning inside was pushing them to the point where the rhythm was desperately spiraling faster and hungrier for more.

Being so close, she seated on his lap, Maui could feel the burning flame blazing his lower belly. And he was convinced he wasn't the only one. The fire ignited by herself was taking its toll, provoking her into imitate the ups and downs she imagined Maui would follow when he took control of the plummet. Hence, she rubbing her belly at the base of his member, both heading due to this hurricane of madness.

Maui's lips descended down her neck, and Moana couldn't help but moan. Every kiss made her let out a whine, even his tongue drove her crazy. But it wouldn't last long; Maui was thrilled to taste more of her silky cinnamon skin. Moana knew what's going to happen next; in her mind she anticipated to imagine what part of her body those lips will caress, she knew the path was heading due south. The big, warm hands, supporting her back and nape of her neck, raised her a little to lean her back. When his lips got near her breasts, he stopped. He raised his eyes to look at her. Moana had her eyes closed, her cheeks burning red and was biting her lower lip. Something she used to do when focused on a task. He smiled and went on. The rhythmic dance of a fallen leaf over the surface of a river was the path of his tongue. Moana held her breath. Every turn, every fall, every rise stirred up inside her a new sensation she has never experienced nor imagined before. It was like a rain of feathers and tiny little thorns caressing and stinging her skin at the very same time. Absolutely mixed feelings; and left a sweet taste in her mouth at the end.

With his overexcited senses he became aware of the moist overpassing the closed folds of her fragile sex. "Calm down, Maui, by the gods, take it slow".

Moana felt he was resting her down over the fresh grass. She opened her eyes and saw Maui over her, abandoning her breasts and turning to her small waist. With soft bits over the sensitive skin of her right side, he made her giggle. Then he stopped and turned to her left side, sliding his hot mouth down her waist. With the last caress, half-kiss, half-bit, Maui raised, towering over her and supporting himself with both hands on the grass, beside the shoulders of his beautiful lover.

He wanted to see her showered by the Moon's bluish light. He didn't know if it was an hallucination or if indeed her sun-kissed skin was beaming with a nacreous reflection. Even the saliva-wet skin was glittering. He caressed her leg with his right hand and flexed it. He kept intensely studying her without losing sight of her nostrils subtly shivering. Looking right into her eyes, with her dense eyelashes quivering as an approval, Maui kneeled down.

Notes:

I'm no poet, sue me, ha!