Maeve
As always, he indulges her. They both know she needs to rest. They both know that this isn't what she should be doing right now. What they should be doing, but they're not very good at denying each other. Their track record is proof of that. Maeve basks in each little kiss and touch and mark. The feeling of his hand between her thighs and his breath on her skin. She feels the way his lips curl into a smirk against her throat, giving away just how pleased he is with their current position.
Maeve clenches around his finger as his thumb finds her clit again. He sets a pace that has her burning up from the inside out. It's just slow enough to drive her mad with need, but fast enough to keep her inching towards her inevitable release. If he just curled his finger he would find that spot that sent her to the stars, but he denies her. Instead he focuses on maintaining his steady pace, rubbing her clit with the pad of his thumb until she's beginning to tremble.
She forces her eyes open when he draws away from her throat, meeting his gaze with a heavy lidded one of her own. Maeve's lips twitch into a smile and she takes a breath to translate for him, "Jata... Feels good. Please don't stop." She repeats in english, huffing out a breath laugh that quickly morphs into a moan as her back arches. "Merde.. fuck.." Maeve's thighs are beginning to twitch, jumping and straining with her movements as that tell tale flutter starts.
Maeve clenches around his finger as his thumb finds her clit again. He sets a pace that has her burning up from the inside out. It's just slow enough to drive her mad with need, but fast enough to keep her inching towards her inevitable release. If he just curled his finger he would find that spot that sent her to the stars, but he denies her. Instead he focuses on maintaining his steady pace, rubbing her clit with the pad of his thumb until she's beginning to tremble.
She forces her eyes open when he draws away from her throat, meeting his gaze with a heavy lidded one of her own. Maeve's lips twitch into a smile and she takes a breath to translate for him, "Jata... Feels good. Please don't stop." She repeats in english, huffing out a breath laugh that quickly morphs into a moan as her back arches. "Merde.. fuck.." Maeve's thighs are beginning to twitch, jumping and straining with her movements as that tell tale flutter starts.
Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips
We should just kiss like real people do
We should just kiss like real people do
