another night you wish you could forget
making yourself up as you go along
"Mmm...no, probly not then." Adam hummed back, trying not to let his mind go to the reasons why, the commitments now broken that had freed him. "But hey, good things come to those that wait to fuck, right?"
It was good to this with someone just as bold as he was; Maeve's hands were so much more confident than Peter's; Adam was ever so slightly ashamed to have the thought that he'd missed someone that made him feel this wanted. Each roll of her hips dragged delicious tension on the shaft of his cock, through the thin leather of his pants; he groaned into their kiss, letting his own hips slide up to press him to her for a second.
Her corset came off and Adam smiled lopsidedly seeing Maeve start to become undone, just a little of that polished persona replaced by need. Not answering her question with words but with action instead, he slid down and placed his hands on her sides as he kissed down her neck, collarbones, breasts - letting his lips stay on her nipple as he licked and sucked, one then the other; each hand coming up to play with the other while his mouth was busy.
Once she was further unravelled he would move down to press kisses to her ribs, stomach; then his fingers came down to rub, two tips, against the fabric that contained her cunt; feeling wetness there sending a hot surge through his cock as he imagined what it'd feel like. Not yet, though.
Against her skin, Adam said with a smirk: "I'd love t'taste you."
It was good to this with someone just as bold as he was; Maeve's hands were so much more confident than Peter's; Adam was ever so slightly ashamed to have the thought that he'd missed someone that made him feel this wanted. Each roll of her hips dragged delicious tension on the shaft of his cock, through the thin leather of his pants; he groaned into their kiss, letting his own hips slide up to press him to her for a second.
Her corset came off and Adam smiled lopsidedly seeing Maeve start to become undone, just a little of that polished persona replaced by need. Not answering her question with words but with action instead, he slid down and placed his hands on her sides as he kissed down her neck, collarbones, breasts - letting his lips stay on her nipple as he licked and sucked, one then the other; each hand coming up to play with the other while his mouth was busy.
Once she was further unravelled he would move down to press kisses to her ribs, stomach; then his fingers came down to rub, two tips, against the fabric that contained her cunt; feeling wetness there sending a hot surge through his cock as he imagined what it'd feel like. Not yet, though.
Against her skin, Adam said with a smirk: "I'd love t'taste you."
who's gonna take you home tonight?
ADAM
