Maeve
His mouth finds her again, that serpentine tongue working against her clit with fervor and the relief that washes through her takes the heat higher. Maeve writhes beneath him. Hips working against his tongue and fingers almost desperately. She clenches around his finger, that tell tale flutter starting in her walls giving away the approach of her orgasm. The hum makes her thighs tremble, tightening around his head as he drags her to new heights. Higher and higher and higher before they're diving. The muscles in her belly tensing with that release and her walls clench around his finger. A gush of slick coats his tongue, chin, and finger as she falls apart for him.
Her back bows off the bed, every muscle in her body taut before she slumps, the grip on his horn loosening to instead smooth through his curls. She draws in greedy breaths, chest heaving with them, thighs still trembling around his head until he finally draws back. Maeve brings a hand up to run through her own hair even as her nails scratch lightly at his scalp. A satisfied smile curling onto her lips as she finally lets her eyes flutter open, glancing down at him.
With a surprising amount of effort, she drops her legs from his shoulders, tugging him up gently so she can capture his lips. Maeve draws him up until he's covering her body again and she arches into his warmth, finding his lips to press a kiss there. She can taste herself on his tongue and she hums, licking into his mouth as the hand in his hair moves to cup his cheek when she draws back to continue sucking in greedy breaths. "Well? What has your research shown?" Maeve asks him breathlessly, a playful glint in her eyes as her thumb brushes over the stubble on his cheek.
Her back bows off the bed, every muscle in her body taut before she slumps, the grip on his horn loosening to instead smooth through his curls. She draws in greedy breaths, chest heaving with them, thighs still trembling around his head until he finally draws back. Maeve brings a hand up to run through her own hair even as her nails scratch lightly at his scalp. A satisfied smile curling onto her lips as she finally lets her eyes flutter open, glancing down at him.
With a surprising amount of effort, she drops her legs from his shoulders, tugging him up gently so she can capture his lips. Maeve draws him up until he's covering her body again and she arches into his warmth, finding his lips to press a kiss there. She can taste herself on his tongue and she hums, licking into his mouth as the hand in his hair moves to cup his cheek when she draws back to continue sucking in greedy breaths. "Well? What has your research shown?" Maeve asks him breathlessly, a playful glint in her eyes as her thumb brushes over the stubble on his cheek.
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
