Maeve
His lips find hers, falling easily into the dance that's become second nature for them and Maeve sighs into his mouth, hips rocking forward slightly to find his own arousal. Sunjata lets out a breathy sound of his own, fingers finding the drawstring that keeps her borrowed shorts tight on her waist and he carefully loosens them until he can start to let them slip off her hips. She licks into his mouth, chasing that high that comes from kissing. The burn in her lungs and the desperate need for air that only drives her to kiss him harder. Maeve nips at his bottom lip as he lifts her with ease and her knees find home on either side of his hips. She pulls the hand from his shoulder to help with the process of getting out of her shorts. One leg and then the other before they fall onto the floor too.
She comes to rest in his lap again. Those same calloused fingers slipping along her inner thigh, teasing along sensitive flesh that has her shivering, legs spreading so he might more easily touch her when he decides to give in. Maeve breaks the kiss to greedily gulp down sips of air, chasing that lightheadedness away as her lips instead find home on his jaw. They slip along the hard line of it, kissing and nipping to his ear before along the column of his throat. Maeve finds that spot she favors on his skin, sucking her signature there, a parting gift.
"Touch me.." Maeve murmurs against his skin, teeth scraping over the fresh mark before she draws back, pressing her forehead against his. "Please." She reaches for the hand between her thighs, teasing oh so lightly against her skin, taking his sweet time to find her center. Maeve's fingers wrap around his wrist, guiding him towards the heat between her thighs until he's close enough that she can barely rock her hips forward to brush against his knuckles.
She comes to rest in his lap again. Those same calloused fingers slipping along her inner thigh, teasing along sensitive flesh that has her shivering, legs spreading so he might more easily touch her when he decides to give in. Maeve breaks the kiss to greedily gulp down sips of air, chasing that lightheadedness away as her lips instead find home on his jaw. They slip along the hard line of it, kissing and nipping to his ear before along the column of his throat. Maeve finds that spot she favors on his skin, sucking her signature there, a parting gift.
"Touch me.." Maeve murmurs against his skin, teeth scraping over the fresh mark before she draws back, pressing her forehead against his. "Please." She reaches for the hand between her thighs, teasing oh so lightly against her skin, taking his sweet time to find her center. Maeve's fingers wrap around his wrist, guiding him towards the heat between her thighs until he's close enough that she can barely rock her hips forward to brush against his knuckles.
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
