Don't paint wonderful lies on me that wash away
She let up immediately when he told her to and licked the small hurt to soothe it, make it feel good again. Maea met his gaze and returned his amusement with a sly smile. Then she did repeat the trick, but stayed well on the nice side of painful this time, hoping to hear him growl like that again. Found another spot to bite down on, held him between her teeth for a moment, and then took him into her mouth again, her tongue rubbingagainst him with long, languid strokes.
Her knees were complaining, and the fingers she applied to herself only seemed to make it worse for her, not better. But none of it mattered, her attention was all on him, and he had approved, quite vocally, to her wandering hand. Still... there was something she had yet to try.
So when his clawed hands wandered down over her, scraping at her skin, invisible hands clamped down around his wrists and tried to pull them off. Maea rose to her feet, a hand still holding his cock, and she pressed the other into his chest. Pushing him back, down, onto the table where bottles were conveniently swept away. She tried to pin his arms over his head with the telekinesis, and with something feline and predatory in her eyes, she climbed onto the tabletop, over him.
Her knees were complaining, and the fingers she applied to herself only seemed to make it worse for her, not better. But none of it mattered, her attention was all on him, and he had approved, quite vocally, to her wandering hand. Still... there was something she had yet to try.
So when his clawed hands wandered down over her, scraping at her skin, invisible hands clamped down around his wrists and tried to pull them off. Maea rose to her feet, a hand still holding his cock, and she pressed the other into his chest. Pushing him back, down, onto the table where bottles were conveniently swept away. She tried to pin his arms over his head with the telekinesis, and with something feline and predatory in her eyes, she climbed onto the tabletop, over him.
