Maeve
A breathy giggle pushes past her lips and she tries not to squirm as his hand runs over her skin, "Our little secret then." She purrs before she's lifting her arms for him to tug the camisole off of her completely. The scrap of fabric finds a new home on the floor and his lips find hers once more. Maeve arches against him, greedy to feel him over her, but she makes a soft sound of protest when his still wet shirt presses against her instead. Her own fingers trail down his back until she's able to curl them into the hem of his shirt and tug it off so it can join hers on the floor.
Her hips lift so he can discard her shorts easily and in moments she's bare beneath him. Maeve's lips trail over his jaw and down his throat, teeth finding purchase against his pulse with a soft hum. Even with the chill of the storm clinging to him, he's a furnace against her skin. Heat she happily welcomes to sink into her bones as her own hands run over his sides, down to grip at his hips to draw him into her as her thighs spread to cradle him. She can feel him already beginning to grow hard in his pants and a soft hum pushes past her lips, "Someone's happy to see me." Maeve coos, making her way back towards his lips, eagerly claiming them again.
Her hips lift so he can discard her shorts easily and in moments she's bare beneath him. Maeve's lips trail over his jaw and down his throat, teeth finding purchase against his pulse with a soft hum. Even with the chill of the storm clinging to him, he's a furnace against her skin. Heat she happily welcomes to sink into her bones as her own hands run over his sides, down to grip at his hips to draw him into her as her thighs spread to cradle him. She can feel him already beginning to grow hard in his pants and a soft hum pushes past her lips, "Someone's happy to see me." Maeve coos, making her way back towards his lips, eagerly claiming them again.
I admit that I'm a little messed up
but I can hide it when I'm all dressed up
but I can hide it when I'm all dressed up
