Maeve
If she wasn't so needy there would probably be a flash of irritation when he chuckles, but instead she just reaches for him again. Slender fingers tugging and pulling in an attempt to help free him of his clothes. It seems to take an eternity, but finally he's just as naked as she is save the camisole that's still on. Maeve sits up to pull the remaining garment off of her person and she's left naked before him. Something he doesn't stop to admire before he's covering her body with his again.
He's hot and hard between her thighs, slipping through the lips of her center as he ruts against her, slicking himself up. Then the head of his cock is catching at her entrance and Maeve reaches between them to help guide him in. He doesn't need it though. Her own moans and whimpers mix with the sounds he's making against her skin and when he finally bottoms out inside of her she has to catch her breath. The stretch is exquisite and she squirms beneath him to adjust.
Before she has too long to get used to him, he's drawing back and sinking into her all over again. Her eyes flutter shut as one of her legs comes up to hook around his hip, pulling him closer even as he draws back again, again, and again. Only to fill her up once more. His words stoke the fire in her belly and her lips quirk into a slight smile for the first time at the pet name. "Harder.." She breathes, hands slipping up his chest, thumbs tweaking across the piercings at his nipples before her palms slide over his shoulders and down his back to his ass. Maeve gives it a little squeeze, urging him forward even as he draws back to look down at her.
Her eyes flutter open. Pupils blown so wide they swallow the soft green of her irises. She catches her bottom lip between her teeth as she leans up to kiss at his jaw, neck, cheek, tasting him with her tongue as she goes before suddenly she's at the corner of his mouth. Pressing kisses into his skin and closer still to his lips. Her intent clear.
He's hot and hard between her thighs, slipping through the lips of her center as he ruts against her, slicking himself up. Then the head of his cock is catching at her entrance and Maeve reaches between them to help guide him in. He doesn't need it though. Her own moans and whimpers mix with the sounds he's making against her skin and when he finally bottoms out inside of her she has to catch her breath. The stretch is exquisite and she squirms beneath him to adjust.
Before she has too long to get used to him, he's drawing back and sinking into her all over again. Her eyes flutter shut as one of her legs comes up to hook around his hip, pulling him closer even as he draws back again, again, and again. Only to fill her up once more. His words stoke the fire in her belly and her lips quirk into a slight smile for the first time at the pet name. "Harder.." She breathes, hands slipping up his chest, thumbs tweaking across the piercings at his nipples before her palms slide over his shoulders and down his back to his ass. Maeve gives it a little squeeze, urging him forward even as he draws back to look down at her.
Her eyes flutter open. Pupils blown so wide they swallow the soft green of her irises. She catches her bottom lip between her teeth as she leans up to kiss at his jaw, neck, cheek, tasting him with her tongue as she goes before suddenly she's at the corner of his mouth. Pressing kisses into his skin and closer still to his lips. Her intent clear.
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
