Maeve
His breath hitches and his hands stutter where they move on her skin and she knows that she has him now. Maeve runs her tongue across the mark she's left, giving hit a final nip with her teeth before she's making her request. His knuckles brush against her clit as she presses her forehead to his and his laugh fans across her lips. A slight smile tugs on her lips as she holds his gaze the best she can in this position, "Maybe I am, but you like when I get greedy.." Maeve purrs back, drawing his exhaled breath into her lungs, letting it become a part of her.
Maeve shifts herself closer to him and she's almost pressing flush against him, but makes sure he has enough room to work. He moves to cup her ass, helping her move even as his fingers slip between her lips, circling lightly at her clit. It's just enough pressure to make her squirm and shiver. She tries to stay still. Not wanting to strain too much. Maeve rocks her hips minutely against his touch, a quiet moan bubbling up in her throat as he trails his lips along her throat.
She feels the press of his teeth, shifting into sharp points against her skin and her eyes flutter shut. It's a flash to how they normally are. A little rough. Needy. Maeve's hands trail up his chest, one bracing against his shoulder and the other finding its way into his hair. Fingers shifts through curls, gripping them gently as she lets him set the rhythm for them, only moving her hips to meet his fingers.
Maeve shifts herself closer to him and she's almost pressing flush against him, but makes sure he has enough room to work. He moves to cup her ass, helping her move even as his fingers slip between her lips, circling lightly at her clit. It's just enough pressure to make her squirm and shiver. She tries to stay still. Not wanting to strain too much. Maeve rocks her hips minutely against his touch, a quiet moan bubbling up in her throat as he trails his lips along her throat.
She feels the press of his teeth, shifting into sharp points against her skin and her eyes flutter shut. It's a flash to how they normally are. A little rough. Needy. Maeve's hands trail up his chest, one bracing against his shoulder and the other finding its way into his hair. Fingers shifts through curls, gripping them gently as she lets him set the rhythm for them, only moving her hips to meet his fingers.
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
