Maeve
The cold air has the desired effect, making her nipple pucker in the cool of the room and she squirms beneath him as his lips blaze a path to her other breast. That same devilish tongue slipping out to tease her other nipple, the forked tip wraps around her nipple, urging it into a peak for him. Maeve sighs in bliss, eyes closed as she melts beneath him, nails scratching gently at his scalp. It isn't until he draws away from her skin that her eyes flutter open, looking down at him as her bottom lip catches between her teeth. A smile curling on her lips as she meets that familiar steel gaze, noting the amusement shining there. "Glad to know we're on the same page." She quips back before she's relaxing into the mattress as he starts to trail kisses down her body.
He shifts until he's kneeling at the end of the bed, dragging her forward until her legs are hooked over his shoulders and his face is level with her cunt. His breath is hot against her skin and his hands skate up her stomach all the way to her breasts. She's never been so grateful for his long arms. For his ability to reach all the way to her tits and still continue to swipe across her nipples with his thumbs. Lips trail across the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, teeth staking his claim here to as fingers curl at her hips, holding her just the way he wants her. Maeve forces her eyes open, meeting his heated steel gaze with just as much heat in her own. The first swipe of his tongue makes her breath hitch and the second draws a soft sigh, urging her hips to rock forward slightly as much as she's able to with his grip on her hips. "More, Jata.. Please.."
He shifts until he's kneeling at the end of the bed, dragging her forward until her legs are hooked over his shoulders and his face is level with her cunt. His breath is hot against her skin and his hands skate up her stomach all the way to her breasts. She's never been so grateful for his long arms. For his ability to reach all the way to her tits and still continue to swipe across her nipples with his thumbs. Lips trail across the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, teeth staking his claim here to as fingers curl at her hips, holding her just the way he wants her. Maeve forces her eyes open, meeting his heated steel gaze with just as much heat in her own. The first swipe of his tongue makes her breath hitch and the second draws a soft sigh, urging her hips to rock forward slightly as much as she's able to with his grip on her hips. "More, Jata.. Please.."
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
