in these trying times we're not trying

Maeve

His smile holds the promise of wicked things as his eyes level on her. Maeve inhales slowly, nodding her head as her fingers tighten in his hair, "It is.." Comes the sighed reply as his palm moves to cup her small breast. Her eyes flutter closed for a moment as she arches into the sensation of his palm. Calloused skin works against hers and it only adds to the sensation and the budding heat in her belly. A heat that is quickly starting to burn through her as he works his way down her body. Teeth scrape along sensitive flesh as she moans, squirming beneath him as her thighs fall open without any urging. Maeve plants her feet flat on the rug, baring herself to him as she forces her eyes open to look at the man between her thighs.

She wanted this earlier, stopping him before he could actually get started and she's glad that he's decided to circle back to this. Her pupils are blown wide, swallowing that gentle green of her irises as she watches his head dip towards her folds, tongue darting out to taste her with purpose. She moans, the sound depraved and needy as it fills the room to mix with the crash of the waves outside of her window. The fingers in his hair tighten and her hips lift, pressing eagerly towards his mouth as his tongue teases the sensitive bud of her clit. All of the back and forth worked her up more than she realized and she's borderline desperate for his touch as he teases her nipple between deft fingers. "Remi.." His name is an exhale as she squirms in his grasp, her free hand moving to grip the fur beneath her.

Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending