Maeve
Good. Yes, it is good. It's wonderful. Amazing. Dizzying. So many different things and she's lost to every sensation. She's going to hurt after this. Likely in more ways than one, but it doesn't matter in this moment. Nothing else does besides him pressing back into her and his finger circling her clit with deft precision. She lets him guide her down onto him again as he thrusts up. The air leaves her in a rush at how deeply he presses and her whole body trembles as he works her towards that edge. A desperation creeping into their movements despite themselves. He thrusts into her a bit harder now, taking her deeper still as his head falls back against the cushions so he can breathe.
Maeve's own whimpers and moans slip against his growls and groans, softening the sounds in the room as their bodies move together. Her walls begin to flutter around him, drawing him deeper as she teeters dangerously on the edge of her release. Just a little more. A few more thrusts and she'll shatter for him. "Ne t'arrête pas. Ne t'arrête jamais." She pants, back arching as the muscles of her core jump and tighten with her impending release. Maeve stays drawn tight like that. Shuddering and shaking as the wave builds and builds and builds.
Finally it crashes, battering against her with little care for how she shudders and convulses with pleasure. She cries out, the sound sharp and bright in the dim room. If people were nearby they would surely hear and she doesn't give a damn. Let them hear. Right now he is hers. This time will always be hers. She kept him together. Whole. She did that. No one else.
Maeve slumps forward against his chest, hips moving minutely as she rides out the aftershocks of her orgasm, drawing his out for as long as she can manage until they both finally still. Her chest heaves with her breaths, head coming to rest against his shoulder as she nuzzles at his neck lightly. Maeve presses a lazy kiss to his throat, tasting his skin there with a satisfied sigh.
Maeve's own whimpers and moans slip against his growls and groans, softening the sounds in the room as their bodies move together. Her walls begin to flutter around him, drawing him deeper as she teeters dangerously on the edge of her release. Just a little more. A few more thrusts and she'll shatter for him. "Ne t'arrête pas. Ne t'arrête jamais." She pants, back arching as the muscles of her core jump and tighten with her impending release. Maeve stays drawn tight like that. Shuddering and shaking as the wave builds and builds and builds.
Finally it crashes, battering against her with little care for how she shudders and convulses with pleasure. She cries out, the sound sharp and bright in the dim room. If people were nearby they would surely hear and she doesn't give a damn. Let them hear. Right now he is hers. This time will always be hers. She kept him together. Whole. She did that. No one else.
Maeve slumps forward against his chest, hips moving minutely as she rides out the aftershocks of her orgasm, drawing his out for as long as she can manage until they both finally still. Her chest heaves with her breaths, head coming to rest against his shoulder as she nuzzles at his neck lightly. Maeve presses a lazy kiss to his throat, tasting his skin there with a satisfied sigh.
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
