the wolves are watching

Maeve

There is a sort of satisfaction that blooms in her chest with the knowledge that she holds this much control over him. That she's the one he trusts to take him to that edge and beyond. Even with his growing frustrations at her teasing Sunjata still gives in to her and Maeve revels in it. Her eyes don't leave him as she watches him shudder and squirm for her. As growls and hisses fill the air, his hands grasping at her almost desperately while she has her wicked way with him. Only when he warns her that he's about to fall over that edge does Maeve finally ease up. She draws back enough that she can swallow him down, eyes fluttering shut as a flush settles high on her cheeks at the sensation of him covering her tongue. Only when he finally stops twitching, nothing left to give her at this time, does she draw back.

Her tongue gently runs over his tip, collecting the last remnants of his release before she's trailing kisses back up his body. Tender presses of lips across scars and tattoos before she's finally level with his face again. A smile finds its way to her reddened lips, a mischievous glint in her eyes as her fingers brush through his hair, teasing along the base of one of his horns. "That was worth it, wasn't it?" Maeve murmurs, voice a touch raspy from the abuse of her throat, but she doesn't seem to mind. The smaller woman drapes herself across his chest, rising up and down with his greedy breaths as she lays atop him.

I admit that I'm a little messed up
but I can hide it when I'm all dressed up