take it off with your teeth

Maeve

His weight settles above her, pressing her into the plush bedspread and her wrists quickly follow, making he squirm beneath him. Thighs fall open to bracket his hips, chin lift to expose more of her throat to his eager lips, the chain of silver straining against pale skin. She's unaware of the feedback loop she's creating for him, but the hiss of breath and the curse that tumbles past his lips draws a breathy chuckle from her, but it quickly morphs into a moan as he grinds into her. Maeve's hips roll in response, chasing that friction and the subsequent pleasure it sparks through her nerves, feeding the ache that grows between her thighs.

The ribbon tugs free with his attention, slipping from the place it's tied to fall from her shoulder on one side, but she's still covered even when his hand shifts to cup her through the lace. Her nipple pebbles beneath the attention, the silver of the barbell pierced through it glinting in the low light, straining against the lace as she arches beneath him. Maeve's hands find his skin, running over muscled arms to his back, slipping down to grip his ass and giving it a squeeze. "We've barely gotten started, love." She gasps, eyes fluttering shut as a wicked smile plays on her lips, cheeks flushing prettily for him. Sparks of pleasure play across her nerves, drawing her slowly higher, the heat of her core rising with it.

Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips
We should just kiss like real people do