MAEVE
Maeve doesn't have any protest left in her. Even if she does wish to touch her new lover, Aurelia has made her stance firm so she does the only thing she can. She lets go. The smaller woman loses herself to the press of tongue and fingers, burning up from the inside out thanks to Aurelia's attentions. Everything seems to drag out and happen all at once. It feels like seconds before she's suddenly at that peak, teetering precariously on the edge with Aurelia waiting to catch her at the bottom. Maeve whines, high and needy in her throat as her hips lift towards the smuggler's eager tongue and her back arches off the bed, "M'close... Don't stop." She pleads, fingers tightening in her hair as she positively writhes beneath her. Of course, Aurelia doesn't stop and it's only moment later before she is falling, falling, falling. Her cry is soft, lost in the sound of waves and Aurelia's moans, as she cums with a wet gush of slick to coat her fingers and tongue. All of her muscles strain as she twitches and the walls of her channel flutter around Aurelia's fingers, drawing them deeper until she collapses back against the bed. Her chest rises and falls with her breathing, desperately trying to catch her breath as she looks up at the canopy. She's still seeing spots as a slow smile stretches across her lips and she weakly tugs Aurelia back up her body.
Once the smuggler complies, Maeve leans up to capture her lips in a sweet kiss, tasting herself on Aurelia's tongue and greedily swallowing it all down with a hum. She draws back, cupping her cheek gently in her hand, "Can I touch you now?" Maeve murmurs, free hand already trailing towards the top of the other woman's pants, dipping beneath the waistline. "Please? I want to make you feel good too..."
A pretty face
Doesn't mean a pretty heart
Doesn't mean a pretty heart
