Maeve
He has her balancing on the edge, refusing to give in even as she begs him. She does exactly what he asks, telling him what she wants. What she needs. Maeve's close to crying with her frustration, whole body trembling as he denies her and just when she thinks that she can't take it anymore. That he's going to just keep her there without doing anything to satiate the burning need in her belly. Sunjata takes pity on her. Their lips crash together and she whimpers into the kiss. One of her hands finds his hair, gripping tightly as he finally lets her sink all the way onto him. Her eyes squeeze shut, the stretch almost too much and she can feel all of him. He's deep, filling her up to the brink, and she shakes with relief.
Maeve moans softly in response, panting against his lips as he shifts his hands to her sides, finding home on her hips. She doesn't know how it could possibly get better, but then he moves. It's just one thrust, but her breath stutters out of her and she trembles as his growl vibrates through her entire being. He pulls his hands away from her, bracing himself against the mattress as his wings flare behind him. Maeve forces her eyes to open as his words wash over her, leaving no room for argument and she nods quickly. "Yes sir..." It's an automatic response, one she doesn't even think about as it slips past her lips. Her hand braces against his shoulder and she finally rolls her hips.
It's a small movement as she adjusts to him filling her up. It takes her just a moment to find a rhythm, a combination of rising up on her knees to sink onto him and rolling her hips to grind her clit against his pubic bone each time he bottoms out inside of her. Her thighs are already starting to shake and she's not going to be able to keep this up on her own for long.
Maeve moans softly in response, panting against his lips as he shifts his hands to her sides, finding home on her hips. She doesn't know how it could possibly get better, but then he moves. It's just one thrust, but her breath stutters out of her and she trembles as his growl vibrates through her entire being. He pulls his hands away from her, bracing himself against the mattress as his wings flare behind him. Maeve forces her eyes to open as his words wash over her, leaving no room for argument and she nods quickly. "Yes sir..." It's an automatic response, one she doesn't even think about as it slips past her lips. Her hand braces against his shoulder and she finally rolls her hips.
It's a small movement as she adjusts to him filling her up. It takes her just a moment to find a rhythm, a combination of rising up on her knees to sink onto him and rolling her hips to grind her clit against his pubic bone each time he bottoms out inside of her. Her thighs are already starting to shake and she's not going to be able to keep this up on her own for long.
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
