Maeve
Maeve soothes the skin beneath her mouth, pressing sweet open-mouthed kisses into the abused flesh, "Sorry.. didn't want to be too loud." She murmurs as way of explanation while he continues to run his fingers over her skin, pressing gentle kisses anywhere he can reach as he cradles her close to his chest. His wings keep the chill out and it's easy to rest against his large frame as the trembles slowly come to an end.
The fingers wrapped around his horn release him in favor of running through his curls, scratching lightly at his scalp while he nuzzles her throat. Her own head tilting back to allow him better access as his stubble tickles her skin. She doesn't have a chance to speak, instead a soft sound of surprise leaves her before morphing into a giggle as her legs wrap around his waist. This new angle has him pressing right against her heated center and she can feel how hard he is beneath her, straining against the front of his pants.
She's only mildly distracting as they make the short trek to his office. Her lips greedily scatter kisses across his skin as her hips press against him, rocking every now and again just to keep him on edge. The house is dark and she's left with nothing but her other four senses to enjoy him with as her sight is limited. When they finally make it in and he gently sets her down she gazes up to where she knows his voice is coming from. Her hand cups his cheek, drawing him down for another kiss as she arches up to meet him. "I want to see you too... Not fair that you get to look and I don't." Maeve murmurs against his lips, nipping gently at his bottom lip as her hand runs down his torso to find the hard line of his cock through his pants.
She squeezes gently, rubbing along the length of him with her palm, "You said I could taste you.." Maeve purrs as she draws back from his mouth again, voice still high and needy as she sits on the edge of his desk, feet hanging off the side and unable to reach the floor.
The fingers wrapped around his horn release him in favor of running through his curls, scratching lightly at his scalp while he nuzzles her throat. Her own head tilting back to allow him better access as his stubble tickles her skin. She doesn't have a chance to speak, instead a soft sound of surprise leaves her before morphing into a giggle as her legs wrap around his waist. This new angle has him pressing right against her heated center and she can feel how hard he is beneath her, straining against the front of his pants.
She's only mildly distracting as they make the short trek to his office. Her lips greedily scatter kisses across his skin as her hips press against him, rocking every now and again just to keep him on edge. The house is dark and she's left with nothing but her other four senses to enjoy him with as her sight is limited. When they finally make it in and he gently sets her down she gazes up to where she knows his voice is coming from. Her hand cups his cheek, drawing him down for another kiss as she arches up to meet him. "I want to see you too... Not fair that you get to look and I don't." Maeve murmurs against his lips, nipping gently at his bottom lip as her hand runs down his torso to find the hard line of his cock through his pants.
She squeezes gently, rubbing along the length of him with her palm, "You said I could taste you.." Maeve purrs as she draws back from his mouth again, voice still high and needy as she sits on the edge of his desk, feet hanging off the side and unable to reach the floor.
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
