Maeve
There were few things that Maeve loved more than pleasing her partners. Than hearing praise fall from their lips. It's only three words. Three simple words, but she positively preens for him. Maeve forces her eyes open, licking her lips as she looks down at him, managing a smile. Her verdant gaze meets his, pupils blown wide and almost swallowing her irises as she looks down at him. A flush settles high on her cheeks, curls in a wild disarray from his fingers. The pride is clear in his eyes and that only adds to her need. She aches for him. She's close to begging again. He hasn't made a move. He hasn't done anything besides letting her rock against his hard length.
Finally his hands shift to her hips, gripping there gently as he lifts her so he can line himself up with her entrance. She's shaking. Thighs trembling and the muscles in her stomach clenching as her hands brace against his shoulders. Maeve shudders as the tip of his cock finally splits her open, pushing into her only half way and she whines. Her nails bite into his skin and her eyes squeeze shut as her walls clench around him. Maeve squirms, trying to sink further down onto him, but his grip is like iron. She could sob with her frustration. He wasn't letting her go anywhere.
Maeve forces her eyes open when his lips brush against hers and she attempts to lean forward to capture his in a kiss, but he denies her this too. Maeve whimpers, letting out a shaky breath, "Jata-" Her voice breaks off and she tries one more time to get herself further on him, but still he holds strong. "I want your cock.. Need it.. need you.. Please, Jata. I can't- can't wait any longer. Please, please, please.." It's so ridiculously needy. So desperate. She doesn't even care. All she cares about is him burying himself inside of her.
Finally his hands shift to her hips, gripping there gently as he lifts her so he can line himself up with her entrance. She's shaking. Thighs trembling and the muscles in her stomach clenching as her hands brace against his shoulders. Maeve shudders as the tip of his cock finally splits her open, pushing into her only half way and she whines. Her nails bite into his skin and her eyes squeeze shut as her walls clench around him. Maeve squirms, trying to sink further down onto him, but his grip is like iron. She could sob with her frustration. He wasn't letting her go anywhere.
Maeve forces her eyes open when his lips brush against hers and she attempts to lean forward to capture his in a kiss, but he denies her this too. Maeve whimpers, letting out a shaky breath, "Jata-" Her voice breaks off and she tries one more time to get herself further on him, but still he holds strong. "I want your cock.. Need it.. need you.. Please, Jata. I can't- can't wait any longer. Please, please, please.." It's so ridiculously needy. So desperate. She doesn't even care. All she cares about is him burying himself inside of her.
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
