I'll sweep the stardust for you

Maeve

She doesn't have to speak his mother tongue to know what he's requesting of her. She's already there, ready to fall into the waves below as he urges her on. Maeve cries out softly, her whole body going taut like a bow string as she trembles in his grasp. There is nothing but pleasure. Mind numbing, finger tingling, limb loosening pleasure. She's not sure how long it lasts. How long her hips continue to stutter against his as he buries himself deep into her to ride out his own waves of pleasure. Maeve clings to him through it all until her legs can't hold themselves up anymore and fall loosely to cradle his hips instead.

Her head drops against his shoulder, not caring about the sweat there that mingles with her own. She pants, chest heaving as she works to catch her breath, that warmth still spreading through her limbs as she continues to pulse with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Eventually it fades, easing to something softer as the fire turns back into embers. Maeve turns to nuzzle at his throat, pressing tender kisses there before letting her lips trail along his jaw.

Eventually they find his and she kisses him slowly. Almost lazily tasting him again as her hand moves to cup his cheek. Maeve draws back, forehead still resting against his as a smile curls onto her lips, a pleased hum vibrating through her. Finally her eyes open, still heavy lidded in their gaze as she basks in the afterglow.

Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending