Maeve
The sounds he makes only adds to her need. That desperation that's been growing in her since they started this. He wants her needy? She's already there. It shows in the way she pants and rocks into him, back arching and spine bending as his hands mold her into place. Maeve's other legs comes up to wrap around his waist, ankles locking at the small of his back and that hand that had been at his shoulder finds one of his horns. Her thumb rubs at the ridges there while her other fingers gently squeeze the joint of his wing where it extends from his back.
She's shaking. Her entire body trembling. It was doing that before he angles her body so he hits deeper and heat overwhelms her just like he does. Just like he said he would on the night that they met. Maeve's hips work forward, the edge of the desk biting into her skin to add that edge of pain that makes the pleasure that much more exquisite. There is nothing for her outside of this. The only thing that matters in this moment is his body fucking into hers and their shared breaths.
Maeve's chest heaves just as much as his does, her breasts bouncing with the movement of his thrusts. If it wasn't for the grip he had on her she would surely be forced to scoot across the surface. As it is, the desk creaks and groans in protest of their activities, managing to rock with the force of his hips slamming into hers. Her thighs begin to twitch and jump as she careens towards the edge of what will surely be a mind numbing orgasm. Maeve moans, pressing messy and somewhat hasty kisses against his lips that are more them sharing each other's air than anything else. A light sheen of sweat covers their body's now, the soft sound of skin against skin echoing in the space of his office. Maeve clenches around him, gripping onto him tightly as she gets closer to that edge. "Please... Jata.." Maeve gasps, eyes screwing shut as the tell tale flutter in her walls as the fire in her belly threatens to consume her.
She's shaking. Her entire body trembling. It was doing that before he angles her body so he hits deeper and heat overwhelms her just like he does. Just like he said he would on the night that they met. Maeve's hips work forward, the edge of the desk biting into her skin to add that edge of pain that makes the pleasure that much more exquisite. There is nothing for her outside of this. The only thing that matters in this moment is his body fucking into hers and their shared breaths.
Maeve's chest heaves just as much as his does, her breasts bouncing with the movement of his thrusts. If it wasn't for the grip he had on her she would surely be forced to scoot across the surface. As it is, the desk creaks and groans in protest of their activities, managing to rock with the force of his hips slamming into hers. Her thighs begin to twitch and jump as she careens towards the edge of what will surely be a mind numbing orgasm. Maeve moans, pressing messy and somewhat hasty kisses against his lips that are more them sharing each other's air than anything else. A light sheen of sweat covers their body's now, the soft sound of skin against skin echoing in the space of his office. Maeve clenches around him, gripping onto him tightly as she gets closer to that edge. "Please... Jata.." Maeve gasps, eyes screwing shut as the tell tale flutter in her walls as the fire in her belly threatens to consume her.
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
