Maeve
The kiss isn't exactly a kiss, but it's close and she'll take it. Maeve hisses out a soft breath at his pleading and she has to draw back from him so she can actually do something. Her fingers fumble slightly in the dim light to get him free from the confines of his pants. She licks her lips, finally getting to look at him. They didn't do this part before and she wants to return the favor even though he said he wanted to make things up to her. Maeve wraps a hand around him, thumb brushing across the tip of his cock as she slowly strokes up and down. Her eyes meet his from beneath her lashes as she straddles his thighs, focusing on the velvety heat against her palm as she sets an even pace. "Good..?"
Her voice is barely audible over the crashing of the waves behind them, but that doesn't stop her from speaking. Maeve draws her bottom lip between her teeth, eyes flicking between where her hand is working over him to his face, watching for what he likes. She's not sure this is what he had in mind, but it's what's happening right now until he tells her to stop. The own ache between her thighs is temporarily forgotten in favor of him.
Her voice is barely audible over the crashing of the waves behind them, but that doesn't stop her from speaking. Maeve draws her bottom lip between her teeth, eyes flicking between where her hand is working over him to his face, watching for what he likes. She's not sure this is what he had in mind, but it's what's happening right now until he tells her to stop. The own ache between her thighs is temporarily forgotten in favor of him.
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
