Maeve
Stars. That's what she was seeing right now. Just stars. The stretch was exquisite and she didn't think it could get any better, but then he started to move. Adam dug his fingers into her thighs, blunt nails biting into delicate skin as he lifted her like she was nothing. He slammed into her hard enough that her vision blurred and the air was forced from her lungs. She wasn't going to last. Not like this. Not when he was fucking into like his life absolutely depended on it. Maeve fell forward against his chest, bracing herself on her knees as her hands gripped his shoulders tightly.
It took her a moment, but soon she was rocking back to meet his thrusts. Every single one of them. Sweat gathered on her skin, beading at her temples and the back of her neck as she panted harsh breaths against his lips. Her forehead pressed against his, their breaths mingling along with their moans. Tremors ran through her body, thighs already starting to twitch and jump as her orgasm started to build in her belly.
Was it the room? Was it him? She didn't know, but whatever it was was dragging her to the edge quickly and she was helpless to fight it. Not that she wanted to. Her lips found his in a messy kiss, one of her hands moving into his hair and gripping tightly. She wasn't going to be able to hold herself up much longer and he wasn't going to be able to fuck her the way he wanted to should she collapse. So with concentrated effort Maeve rolled them, hooking her leg around his hip to keep him buried inside of her until she was on her back and he was covering her with his body once more.
It took her a moment, but soon she was rocking back to meet his thrusts. Every single one of them. Sweat gathered on her skin, beading at her temples and the back of her neck as she panted harsh breaths against his lips. Her forehead pressed against his, their breaths mingling along with their moans. Tremors ran through her body, thighs already starting to twitch and jump as her orgasm started to build in her belly.
Was it the room? Was it him? She didn't know, but whatever it was was dragging her to the edge quickly and she was helpless to fight it. Not that she wanted to. Her lips found his in a messy kiss, one of her hands moving into his hair and gripping tightly. She wasn't going to be able to hold herself up much longer and he wasn't going to be able to fuck her the way he wanted to should she collapse. So with concentrated effort Maeve rolled them, hooking her leg around his hip to keep him buried inside of her until she was on her back and he was covering her with his body once more.
With her sweetened breath, and her tongue so mean
She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene
She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene
