look at this godforsaken mess that you made me

Maeve

Maybe she was teasing a little too much. Maybe she couldn't help being a little careful. Was it a test to see if he could be patient? If he was willing to stay and put up with her shit? Maybe. She doesn't know anymore and she doesn't really have time to think too much about it because his growl only adds to the fire that's smoldering in her belly as his hands find her hips. His grip is tight and sure to leave bruises, but she doesn't care. Especially when he suddenly pulls her down onto him and fills her up in one swift thrust. She moans loudly, head dropping against his shoulder as she trembles around him. There is a slight ache and a fullness that has her nails biting into his back all over again as she squirms on top of him.

It isn't quite poetry, but it doesn't matter because it makes her melt anyway. He sounds so close to being wrecked and she knows it's all because of her. Maeve pants, hips rocking forward just slightly as she adjusts to the stretch of him. It is better than last time. If only because she knows he isn't going to run because they are trying something and that does wonders for her.

Maeve swallows thickly, lifting her head and pressing her forehead against his as she gives a tentative roll of her hips. A soft whine catching in her throat at the way it stirs up that heat in her belly. "Feel so good. Move.. please.." She breathes as she rises up slightly on her knees so she can sink back down to meet him. Maeve knows she isn't going to last long.

Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending