Maeve
She heard the smile in his voice as her lips pressed against his neck and she hummed softly at the first telltale signs of his arousal slipping from him. "Figured we should go all out. Given the circumstances." Maeve murmured, tongue tracing a path over where his pulse point as his hands found her hips. His grip was still light, not committing to keeping her in place quite yet. "So much to do." She let him pull away from her and lightly tug her along towards the raised platform bed.
The woman doesn't need much urging to find her place in his lap. Easily her thighs bracket his hips and she settled there, pressing into his space. Maeve can feel the slight outline of him beneath her ass and she can't help wiggling just a bit to tease him. Who could blame her? Maeve licked her lips as her began to lean in and she felt her pulse begin to race in anticipation. Her heartbeat thumping against her ribs as a hand found its way back into his hair, curling at the nape of his neck. Maeve let her eyes flutter shut, lips already parting as they eagerly await his kiss. Except it didn't come and instead he asked her a fairly simple question that she didn't feel the need to answer with words.
Her grip tightened in his hair, tugging him forward that last inch before her lips are on his. Soft, sweet, and practiced in their movements. The first pull of lips is tender. A test. The next is more heated as her tongue swiped across his bottom lip, urging him to part his lips for her. When he does, she wasted no time in licking into his mouth, finally tasting him. It won't be the only part of him she tasted tonight, but it was where she chose to start. Only when her lungs started to burn, demanding she take a breath instead of sharing his, she pulled back.
Maeve's lips curl into a smile, already a little pink and kiss swollen, "Not always, but I kind of wanted to kiss you since I saw you pouting in the longue that first time you came to see me." She admitted as her free hand slipped up his chest, teasing at that ridiculously deep v in his shirt.
The woman doesn't need much urging to find her place in his lap. Easily her thighs bracket his hips and she settled there, pressing into his space. Maeve can feel the slight outline of him beneath her ass and she can't help wiggling just a bit to tease him. Who could blame her? Maeve licked her lips as her began to lean in and she felt her pulse begin to race in anticipation. Her heartbeat thumping against her ribs as a hand found its way back into his hair, curling at the nape of his neck. Maeve let her eyes flutter shut, lips already parting as they eagerly await his kiss. Except it didn't come and instead he asked her a fairly simple question that she didn't feel the need to answer with words.
Her grip tightened in his hair, tugging him forward that last inch before her lips are on his. Soft, sweet, and practiced in their movements. The first pull of lips is tender. A test. The next is more heated as her tongue swiped across his bottom lip, urging him to part his lips for her. When he does, she wasted no time in licking into his mouth, finally tasting him. It won't be the only part of him she tasted tonight, but it was where she chose to start. Only when her lungs started to burn, demanding she take a breath instead of sharing his, she pulled back.
Maeve's lips curl into a smile, already a little pink and kiss swollen, "Not always, but I kind of wanted to kiss you since I saw you pouting in the longue that first time you came to see me." She admitted as her free hand slipped up his chest, teasing at that ridiculously deep v in his shirt.
With her sweetened breath, and her tongue so mean
She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene
She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene
