the wolves are watching

Maeve

His arms move to wrap around her, holding her close to him as if she might try to flee the bed now that they've started to take a pause. The Madame has no plans of going anywhere. So she lets him, sighing out a breath as he rolls them onto their sides and her body molds itself against his with ease. Her leg moves to hitch over his hip and the hand in his hair shifts to cup his cheek as he captures her lips in a kiss. It still holds heat as he licks into her mouth, not caring about the taste of himself on her tongue and Maeve opens easily for him. She brushes her thumb along his cheek, drawing him closer until neither of them can last any longer. Now her breaths match his as her breasts push against him with each one she sucks in.

With a gentleness he runs his hands over her body, teasing the string of pearls that rests around her throat and a soft smile settles on her lips. Her head tilts back to allow him better access as he presses his face against her throat, melting into her. Maeve's fingers find his hair, brushing through his curls lightly as she holds him to her body. "Good..." She murmurs, lips placing a light kiss against the top of his head as she noses against his hairline, breathing him in. "I really do love them... The pearls." Maeve informs him softly, that same smile tugging on her lips as her fingers run through his hair absentmindedly.

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