Maeve
Each sound she draws from him is like music to her ears and she tucks them all away greedily to recall later. Maeve's hands eagerly run over his skin, tracing over ink and scars that she's coming to know intimately. It's easy to forget the troubles beyond this door with him covering her with his body. With his hungry lips and even greedier hands here to whisk her away until nothing beyond them matters. Until it's just their bodies and the sounds of their pleasure. She wants to forget too. About the monsoons, the flooding, the uncertainty surrounding her life. All of it. She just wants to exist here with him. Something he seems more than willing to indulge.
The brief press of his hips earns him a soft hitch of breath, a shiver rolling through her at the barely their friction the movement provides. He pulls away before she has a chance to truly enjoy it and if it weren't for his lips still blazing a path down her throat, brushing across the pearls that have warmed from her skin, she'd likely protest. As it were, she's content to let him have his way, laying bare beneath him save for that black string of pearls draped around her neck. A moan slips past her lips as his forked tongue curls around her piercing, teasing the sensitive bud as she arches to offer herself to him. "Right... Your research. Don't think I'm letting you go after you're done." She sighs, eyes fluttering shut as one of her hands finds his head, fingers slipping into his still damp curls.
Her thighs spread for him as calloused palms set a path up the inside of them, teasing over delicate flesh. It was one of the few places he hadn't left bruises, saving them for her hips instead, but she thinks that will change today. Maeve huffs as he denies her his touch, lips parting with her breaths while her hips shift invitingly beneath him. They didn't get to do this last time. The couch not giving them room to spread out and by the time they made it to the office there were other more pressing things to handle. Now though? Now they have all the time they could want and Maeve is going to take advantage of it fully.
The brief press of his hips earns him a soft hitch of breath, a shiver rolling through her at the barely their friction the movement provides. He pulls away before she has a chance to truly enjoy it and if it weren't for his lips still blazing a path down her throat, brushing across the pearls that have warmed from her skin, she'd likely protest. As it were, she's content to let him have his way, laying bare beneath him save for that black string of pearls draped around her neck. A moan slips past her lips as his forked tongue curls around her piercing, teasing the sensitive bud as she arches to offer herself to him. "Right... Your research. Don't think I'm letting you go after you're done." She sighs, eyes fluttering shut as one of her hands finds his head, fingers slipping into his still damp curls.
Her thighs spread for him as calloused palms set a path up the inside of them, teasing over delicate flesh. It was one of the few places he hadn't left bruises, saving them for her hips instead, but she thinks that will change today. Maeve huffs as he denies her his touch, lips parting with her breaths while her hips shift invitingly beneath him. They didn't get to do this last time. The couch not giving them room to spread out and by the time they made it to the office there were other more pressing things to handle. Now though? Now they have all the time they could want and Maeve is going to take advantage of it fully.
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
