Maeve
He gets what he wants. As per usual, he plays her perfectly. That touch does draw goosebumps to her skin, making her shiver and arch as a whine pushes past her lips. Even with the booze still in her system the pleasure isn't numbed. Each touch is electrified. Every caress, kiss, and breath alight her nerves in sensation. She gives in to each one, feeling them all completely and letting it distract her from the sharp hint of pain that won't be able to be ignored for too much longer.
Maeve gives him the translation and a couple of curses too because she's already so close. He has to know. He has to. Sunjata keeps her balanced on that edge, smirking as he watches her writhe for him. She tries not to move too much. Not wanting to break her earlier promise, but it's hard to let him do the work when she wants so desperately to chase her own release. His voice is a purr, vibrating through his chest and into hers in a way that makes her clench.
It's only a moment longer before he's curling his finger, finding that sensitive spot that makes her whole body tense and twitch. Her back arches, hips stuttering as he strokes over that spot, pressing there intently until she finally falls apart in the most beautiful way. Maeve cries out softly, head falling back as her lips part in a silent 'oh' as her walls flutter around his finger. He doesn't stop. Even as she shatters he works his finger in and out of her until she finally slumps against his chest, face pressed into his neck. Maeve trails a few kisses along the column of his throat, over his jaw, and finally to his lips to draw him into a lazy kiss.
Maeve gives him the translation and a couple of curses too because she's already so close. He has to know. He has to. Sunjata keeps her balanced on that edge, smirking as he watches her writhe for him. She tries not to move too much. Not wanting to break her earlier promise, but it's hard to let him do the work when she wants so desperately to chase her own release. His voice is a purr, vibrating through his chest and into hers in a way that makes her clench.
It's only a moment longer before he's curling his finger, finding that sensitive spot that makes her whole body tense and twitch. Her back arches, hips stuttering as he strokes over that spot, pressing there intently until she finally falls apart in the most beautiful way. Maeve cries out softly, head falling back as her lips part in a silent 'oh' as her walls flutter around his finger. He doesn't stop. Even as she shatters he works his finger in and out of her until she finally slumps against his chest, face pressed into his neck. Maeve trails a few kisses along the column of his throat, over his jaw, and finally to his lips to draw him into a lazy kiss.
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
