Maeve
It wasn't what she meant. Him using his mouth on her and as much as she absolutely wants his tongue between her folds, there is still the matter of the mess from earlier. Her fingers tighten in his hair and she gently tugs up back, "Not yet... We'll get there." She licks her lips, using her grip on his hair to guide his head up until he tilts it back and she bends down instead. There is a breath as she pauses, lips hovering just about his, "Let's try this instead." Her words are whispered against his lips as she finally closes the space between them.
His hands are still gripping at the back of her thighs, fingers digging into the tender flesh and she groans against his mouth. With expert precision, her tongue darts out to tease at the seam of his lips. When they part, she licks into his mouth, tasting him with a sigh as her tongue slides alongside his. Her lips are soft. No chapped skin or cuts to be found here. Instead they're plush and pliable beneath his.
So far he's focused on her. Touching her, exploring her body minimally, but she hasn't been touching him. Not the way she want. Not the way that might help him. The kiss is a step in that direction even as her hands urge him to stand for her again. Only when her lungs start to ache for breath does she pull back with a gentle nip to his bottom lip once he's on his feet. Maeve turns her attention back to his pants, hooking her thumbs into the waist and wiggling them over his hips so she can bush them down his thighs. Her body presses against his again, arching as the softness of her belly brushes against him. "Get in the tub for me, please.."
His hands are still gripping at the back of her thighs, fingers digging into the tender flesh and she groans against his mouth. With expert precision, her tongue darts out to tease at the seam of his lips. When they part, she licks into his mouth, tasting him with a sigh as her tongue slides alongside his. Her lips are soft. No chapped skin or cuts to be found here. Instead they're plush and pliable beneath his.
So far he's focused on her. Touching her, exploring her body minimally, but she hasn't been touching him. Not the way she want. Not the way that might help him. The kiss is a step in that direction even as her hands urge him to stand for her again. Only when her lungs start to ache for breath does she pull back with a gentle nip to his bottom lip once he's on his feet. Maeve turns her attention back to his pants, hooking her thumbs into the waist and wiggling them over his hips so she can bush them down his thighs. Her body presses against his again, arching as the softness of her belly brushes against him. "Get in the tub for me, please.."
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
