MAEVE
It's hard to think beyond the lust that's burning through her veins. The need growing in her belly. Maeve knew Aurelia was gifted with fire, but her whole being feels as if it's been set ablaze for the woman above her. The smuggler's tongue is a wicked little thing that teases and curls against her nipple, urging her to sing Aurelia's praises as fingers work in tandem to drive her absolutely desperate with need. Her hips cant up towards eager fingers, a whimper pushing past her lips towards the canopy of the bed as she writhes on dark sheets. Still, the woman denies her, not daring to give her more until she decides Maeve worthy of it. The teasing continues causing her thighs to start trembling just as her fingers finally press into her entrance. Maeve's eyes flutter closed and she reaches blindly for the woman. Her fingers still tease across her nipple. Lightly tugging and twisting before soothing it with gentle swipes of her thumb. One and then the other until both of them are peaked with need.
Maeve's free hand slips down her back towards her hip and finally the front of Aurelia's pants. Before she can get much further, the smuggler's mouth leaves her skin and she draws back to gaze down at her. Maeve forces her eyes open, the green of her irises practically consumed by her pupils, "Yes.. More.. Need you."
A pretty face
Doesn't mean a pretty heart
Doesn't mean a pretty heart
