Maeve
The kiss leaves her breathless as her forehead drops to his, eyes still shut as she fucks herself onto his finger, angling her hips so his palm catches her clit everytime. She hears the smirk in his voice even though her eyes are closed and he's agreeing to her plan, thank gods. Maeve huffs out something akin to a laugh, the sound breathy and strangled as he sets a new pace for her. Something more insistent, drawing her closer and closer towards the edge just like he drew her out into the ocean with him. He still doesn't let her go, keeping that promise he made even now.
She feels the heat of his skin radiating against her skin as he works her towards that peak and she knows that this is working for him. He wants this. Wants her. A soft whimper pushes past her lips as her movement stutters with a curl of his fingers against that sweet spot that has her seeing stars as his hand tightens at her hip, guiding her even as she begins to falter. Maeve's head falls back at the prick of his claws against her delicate skin and it's all she can do to keep going as that building heat in her belly threatens to overtake her. His lips track along her jaw, back to her ear to whisper there, proposing a change of scenery to somewhere that would afford them the ability not to muffle their moans.
Maeve turns her head so her lips can find skin, kissing messily towards his mouth as she gathers the words in her pleasure addled mind. By the time she reaches his lips she has a coherent thought to offer him. "Somewhere else. I want to be able to hear you moan for me." Maeve pants against his lips before she's kissing him again, unable to stay away from the taste of him. She kisses him until her thighs begin to tremble, fingers tightening around his horn and wing as she uses them for leverage. Suddenly, she's falling over the edge and she buries her face into his neck to latch on there in an attempt to keep quiet. Her whimpers and moans muffled against the column of his throat as her teeth sink into his skin.
Her walls clench and flutter around him, drawing his fingers deeper as wave after wave of her orgasm washes over her, bringing with it a gush of slick that coats his fingers. She slumps forward in that post orgasmic bliss, releasing his neck and instead pressing tender kisses against the abused skin that will surely be marked from her teeth. Maeve's whole body trembles as she lays against him, reveling in the warmth that fills her. Vaguely she wonders if she could request his mouth too, still wanting to know how his tongue feels against her skin and she debates asking as she nuzzles sweetly into him.
She feels the heat of his skin radiating against her skin as he works her towards that peak and she knows that this is working for him. He wants this. Wants her. A soft whimper pushes past her lips as her movement stutters with a curl of his fingers against that sweet spot that has her seeing stars as his hand tightens at her hip, guiding her even as she begins to falter. Maeve's head falls back at the prick of his claws against her delicate skin and it's all she can do to keep going as that building heat in her belly threatens to overtake her. His lips track along her jaw, back to her ear to whisper there, proposing a change of scenery to somewhere that would afford them the ability not to muffle their moans.
Maeve turns her head so her lips can find skin, kissing messily towards his mouth as she gathers the words in her pleasure addled mind. By the time she reaches his lips she has a coherent thought to offer him. "Somewhere else. I want to be able to hear you moan for me." Maeve pants against his lips before she's kissing him again, unable to stay away from the taste of him. She kisses him until her thighs begin to tremble, fingers tightening around his horn and wing as she uses them for leverage. Suddenly, she's falling over the edge and she buries her face into his neck to latch on there in an attempt to keep quiet. Her whimpers and moans muffled against the column of his throat as her teeth sink into his skin.
Her walls clench and flutter around him, drawing his fingers deeper as wave after wave of her orgasm washes over her, bringing with it a gush of slick that coats his fingers. She slumps forward in that post orgasmic bliss, releasing his neck and instead pressing tender kisses against the abused skin that will surely be marked from her teeth. Maeve's whole body trembles as she lays against him, reveling in the warmth that fills her. Vaguely she wonders if she could request his mouth too, still wanting to know how his tongue feels against her skin and she debates asking as she nuzzles sweetly into him.
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
