Maeve
A smirk tugs on the corners of her lips as the pads of his fingers dig into the peachy flesh of her ass, bunching up lace beneath his touch, drawing a soft groan from her. How sweetly she gives into him, pressing and arching, responding to the faintest touch as her own fingers trail over his skin. Hips rock forward against his growing hardness, shivering at the spark of friction it sends through her, nails biting into his shoulders as she tugs at his hair none to gently. Neither of them want gentle. They don't need gentle. He wants her to scream and she wants him to curse.
Greedy, possessive, demanding... Maeve wants it all. She'll take it all. Every single thing he gives her she'll tuck away greedily for her own pleasure later on nights that her fingers sneak between her thighs to find her release. A soft sound of surprise pushes past her lips as he surges to feet, causing her legs to wrap around his hips in response though it's clear from his grip that he won't let her fall, hands supporting her weight easily. Greedy sips of air turn into pants when he presses her against the hard line that strains at the front of his pants, teasing her through the lace that keeps her modesty intact, but with what he has in mind it won't remain that way for long.
Her back meets the bed, hair fanning out beneath her, dark curls tipped with silver as she looks up at him from beneath thick lashes. Maeve reaches for him, gripping his wrist to tug him down with her, unwilling to let the space between them last for more than a moment.
Greedy, possessive, demanding... Maeve wants it all. She'll take it all. Every single thing he gives her she'll tuck away greedily for her own pleasure later on nights that her fingers sneak between her thighs to find her release. A soft sound of surprise pushes past her lips as he surges to feet, causing her legs to wrap around his hips in response though it's clear from his grip that he won't let her fall, hands supporting her weight easily. Greedy sips of air turn into pants when he presses her against the hard line that strains at the front of his pants, teasing her through the lace that keeps her modesty intact, but with what he has in mind it won't remain that way for long.
Her back meets the bed, hair fanning out beneath her, dark curls tipped with silver as she looks up at him from beneath thick lashes. Maeve reaches for him, gripping his wrist to tug him down with her, unwilling to let the space between them last for more than a moment.
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
