Maeve
A number of things are running through her head. All of them centering around the man between her legs. She's trying so hard to stay in control. To keep herself from thinking this is anything more than work. It's just work. That's all it is. Work. Work. Work. Work. Work. Except he settles at her cunt like he's there to enjoy a meal. Like there is no other thing he'd rather be doing or tasting. It fucks with her head more than it should.
The noises that push past her lips are at times strangled and breathy. Words she doesn't let take form while he takes her apart with his tongue. Which is what he's doing. With each little stroke, lick, and suckle. He's taking her apart and reducing her to nothing but a bundle of nerves close to falling apart. Finally the hands that are twisted in sheets find his hair. Her grip tight and almost unforgiving as she keeps her eyes squeezed shut.
It's needy and depraved and she can't help it when one of her legs hooks over his shoulder to pull him closer as she whimpers beneath him. Then the words come. Unbidden and unhinged. "Please.. please.. Locke- I-" They're cut off by a moan and her hips jerk, thighs beginning to tremble around his head as she writhes beneath him. "I'm going to- just- keep going! Please.." The final please is desperate and closer to a sob mixed with a plea than something else.
These words aren't soft and pretty. Not her normal begging that's dotted with moans and breathy sighs meant to stoke the ego of her temporary lover. They're raw and unfiltered and real. That's what he wants, right?
The noises that push past her lips are at times strangled and breathy. Words she doesn't let take form while he takes her apart with his tongue. Which is what he's doing. With each little stroke, lick, and suckle. He's taking her apart and reducing her to nothing but a bundle of nerves close to falling apart. Finally the hands that are twisted in sheets find his hair. Her grip tight and almost unforgiving as she keeps her eyes squeezed shut.
It's needy and depraved and she can't help it when one of her legs hooks over his shoulder to pull him closer as she whimpers beneath him. Then the words come. Unbidden and unhinged. "Please.. please.. Locke- I-" They're cut off by a moan and her hips jerk, thighs beginning to tremble around his head as she writhes beneath him. "I'm going to- just- keep going! Please.." The final please is desperate and closer to a sob mixed with a plea than something else.
These words aren't soft and pretty. Not her normal begging that's dotted with moans and breathy sighs meant to stoke the ego of her temporary lover. They're raw and unfiltered and real. That's what he wants, right?
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
