Maeve
Maeve pinpoints the moment he finally relaxes, picking up on the way he lets out a breath, hands slipping along her skin. His touch dances like fire over her flesh, plucking and teasing across her nerves, drawing a shiver of her own down her spine. She blooms for him, offering a breathy sigh as his palm glides up her toned thigh before finding the curve of her ass, barely covered by lace and there for the taking. She loses herself to the sensations of his calloused fingers on her skin, the barely there shiver that courses through his body at her own touch, the way he seems to know just how much pressure to apply to her skin. Her own troubles are far from her mind, instead only he lives there now, urging her to fall into the night with him.
Her knees brace on either side of his hips, head dipping down to press kisses along his jaw and throat, making her request of him once more. Slender fingers and smooth palms press against his chest, running over his shoulders and down his arms, one following that path back up so her fingers might tangle into his hair. She tightens her grip, drawing his head to the side so she might scrape her teeth along his throat, tongue pressing flat against his pulse as a hum pushes past her lips. He tastes like the sea and the sun and everything she wants right now. Heated words and dark promise curls in her belly, sparking embers that begin to smolder, thighs tightening around him as her spine curves gracefully beneath his insistent touch.
She draws back to look at him, eyes heavily lidded and dark, tongue peeking out to wet her lips as she holds his gaze. He already knows what she thinks of it, where her mind wanders to, how eager she is for him to keep those promises. The Madame voices her delight for him, unaware of how he dips so easily into her mind. "Delightful... We have a long night ahead of us. Best not waste anymore time." Maeve purrs, the hand in his hair shifting to cup his jaw, thumb pressing to the sharp jut as she dips forward to nip at his bottom lip. She rolls it between her teeth, giving it a tug before finally claiming his lips in a kiss, licking into his mouth to taste the lingering booze and peppermint she finds there.
Her knees brace on either side of his hips, head dipping down to press kisses along his jaw and throat, making her request of him once more. Slender fingers and smooth palms press against his chest, running over his shoulders and down his arms, one following that path back up so her fingers might tangle into his hair. She tightens her grip, drawing his head to the side so she might scrape her teeth along his throat, tongue pressing flat against his pulse as a hum pushes past her lips. He tastes like the sea and the sun and everything she wants right now. Heated words and dark promise curls in her belly, sparking embers that begin to smolder, thighs tightening around him as her spine curves gracefully beneath his insistent touch.
She draws back to look at him, eyes heavily lidded and dark, tongue peeking out to wet her lips as she holds his gaze. He already knows what she thinks of it, where her mind wanders to, how eager she is for him to keep those promises. The Madame voices her delight for him, unaware of how he dips so easily into her mind. "Delightful... We have a long night ahead of us. Best not waste anymore time." Maeve purrs, the hand in his hair shifting to cup his jaw, thumb pressing to the sharp jut as she dips forward to nip at his bottom lip. She rolls it between her teeth, giving it a tug before finally claiming his lips in a kiss, licking into his mouth to taste the lingering booze and peppermint she finds there.
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
