Maeve
He seems like he wants to argue with her before he's kissing her. This kiss isn't led by her. Not this time. He's kissing her like he actually needs to taste her. His mouth and tongue insistent against her own as she arches beneath him before his hands are pressing her down, clearly wishing to keep her in place. Maeve groans softly into his mouth, daring to suck on his tongue before he's drawing away from her to blaze a path along her jaw all the way to her nipple. Maeve glances down at him, lips twitching into a small smile, "Not particularly." She breathes before that same breath catches in her throat, morphing into a moan as her fingers wind into his hair.
"It makes this better... So much better." And it does. Everything is more sensitive. The nerves eager for attention and his tongue as her back arches to press her breast further into his waiting mouth. The heat of his cock is pressed near her thigh and she shifts to tease him to the best of her ability. The ache between her thighs is growing harder to ignore and she knows that if he were to touch her right now his fingers would come back soaked. Maeve can't help hoping he actually touches her soon otherwise she might lose her mind before then.
"It makes this better... So much better." And it does. Everything is more sensitive. The nerves eager for attention and his tongue as her back arches to press her breast further into his waiting mouth. The heat of his cock is pressed near her thigh and she shifts to tease him to the best of her ability. The ache between her thighs is growing harder to ignore and she knows that if he were to touch her right now his fingers would come back soaked. Maeve can't help hoping he actually touches her soon otherwise she might lose her mind before then.
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
