Maeve
Good. It's one word. One simple word, but the feeling that washes over her with that one word of praise is euphoric. He's pleased with her. Beyond pleased. It makes everything burn hotter. The fire in her belly flaring into something that consumes her body, mind, and soul. Fingers dig into her skin hard enough to bruise, pressing into tender flesh as he manipulates her movements as she arched and moans for him. Not caring about how desperate she looks or the sounds she makes. All that matters is the way he drives into her body with unrelenting strength. The way his chest heaves. The way sounds of pleasure growl out of him. He's the only thing of consequence right now and Maeve loves it. She lives for it.
The kiss only lasts a moment and this frustrates her too. She groans as her body tightens and jerks. So close to her release and desperate to bring him with her. Then he speaks again and she forces her eyes open to see the appreciation in his gaze. The way he drinks her in hungrily. It makes the decision easy to give him more to look at. With his wings bracing her back and his hands on her hips she's able to pull her hands away from his shoulders. Instead they move to her own body, fingers trailing down her throat, over the pearls, before finding a home. One settles on her breast, pinching and tugging at her nipple lightly as the other slips between her legs, fingers circling her aching clit in right movements.
That fire coursing through her veins crescendos and suddenly she's burning up. Her walls clench and flutter around him, slick coating his cock as her hips jerk and her thighs twitch. She wails with her release and her entire body is drawn up tight, threatening to break, but after a moment she slumps. Maeve pants hard, entire body trembling as she falls forward against his chest. A light sheen of sweat covers her skin, causing her hair to stick to her neck and temples as she sucks in greedy breaths that never seem to fill up her lungs all the way.
The kiss only lasts a moment and this frustrates her too. She groans as her body tightens and jerks. So close to her release and desperate to bring him with her. Then he speaks again and she forces her eyes open to see the appreciation in his gaze. The way he drinks her in hungrily. It makes the decision easy to give him more to look at. With his wings bracing her back and his hands on her hips she's able to pull her hands away from his shoulders. Instead they move to her own body, fingers trailing down her throat, over the pearls, before finding a home. One settles on her breast, pinching and tugging at her nipple lightly as the other slips between her legs, fingers circling her aching clit in right movements.
That fire coursing through her veins crescendos and suddenly she's burning up. Her walls clench and flutter around him, slick coating his cock as her hips jerk and her thighs twitch. She wails with her release and her entire body is drawn up tight, threatening to break, but after a moment she slumps. Maeve pants hard, entire body trembling as she falls forward against his chest. A light sheen of sweat covers her skin, causing her hair to stick to her neck and temples as she sucks in greedy breaths that never seem to fill up her lungs all the way.
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
