Maeve
This isn't rough or fast or anything like things go normally with her clients. Some of them like doing this, but it isn't always at the top of their list. It's almost too much. The way he looks at her from beneath his lashes as his hands ruck up the thin fabric of her camisole makes her swallow thickly. She's fully dressed yet feeling utterly exposed beneath his gaze. Maeve shifts, slipping her arms out of her robe where its already tangled beneath her.
It isn't until his lips alight on her skin that she makes the first sound of many. It's breathy and soft. An exhale that hardly constitutes as anything. He has a hint of stubble that brushes across the sensitive skin of her belly and the feeling of it makes her eyes flutter closed as her fingers twist into the sheets beneath her. Teeth sinking into skin earns him a hiss as she squirms, back arching for a moment before finding the mattress again. Green eye open just in time to meet hazel just as his tongue finds one of her nipples. It's hot and rough and enough to make her moan softly under the attention.
Maeve hasn't ever been overly concerned with the size of her breasts, but she's finding herself happy that they're so small. Especially when he seems intent on fitting the whole thing into his mouth. When he pulls back to gaze down on her she can't help blushing. It goes all the way down her neck, stopping at the tops of her breasts that heave slightly with her breathing. Thankfully he stops staring in favor of tasting her skin again. She felt she was going to melt under his gaze had he not looked away.
Her pulse flutters beneath his lips and her head falls back, exposing more of her throat to him before he's kissing down her body again. He pauses between the valley of her breasts and slowly makes his way to her hips. Maeve can barely think as his fingers finally curl at the waistband of the small sleep shorts, dragging them down her legs. She doesn't dare stop him even as she shyly closes her thighs.
It isn't until his lips alight on her skin that she makes the first sound of many. It's breathy and soft. An exhale that hardly constitutes as anything. He has a hint of stubble that brushes across the sensitive skin of her belly and the feeling of it makes her eyes flutter closed as her fingers twist into the sheets beneath her. Teeth sinking into skin earns him a hiss as she squirms, back arching for a moment before finding the mattress again. Green eye open just in time to meet hazel just as his tongue finds one of her nipples. It's hot and rough and enough to make her moan softly under the attention.
Maeve hasn't ever been overly concerned with the size of her breasts, but she's finding herself happy that they're so small. Especially when he seems intent on fitting the whole thing into his mouth. When he pulls back to gaze down on her she can't help blushing. It goes all the way down her neck, stopping at the tops of her breasts that heave slightly with her breathing. Thankfully he stops staring in favor of tasting her skin again. She felt she was going to melt under his gaze had he not looked away.
Her pulse flutters beneath his lips and her head falls back, exposing more of her throat to him before he's kissing down her body again. He pauses between the valley of her breasts and slowly makes his way to her hips. Maeve can barely think as his fingers finally curl at the waistband of the small sleep shorts, dragging them down her legs. She doesn't dare stop him even as she shyly closes her thighs.
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
