Maeve
Maybe he wants to savor her too. Savor this. It's a pretty thought and she lets it dance in her head without limitation. It's almost too much. The feeling in her chest and the sensation of him between her thighs. Maeve's eyes squeeze shut as she loses herself to it and to him. Each of his sounds spur her on, urging her towards that edge he's taken her to once already. Maeve sighs, hips grinding against his each time he bottoms out inside of her, stirring her up and stoking the heat in her belly.
Her head tilts back as he breaks the kiss, lips moving along her neck now. They brush against her pearls, pressing tenderly to the delicate skin of her throat as he continues to drive them towards their inevitable release. The muscles in her stomach tense and jump, making her clench around him as if to draw him deeper even as he pulls back. The tip of his cock presses right at her entrance and he holds there. She whines softly, eyes opening up towards the ceiling where the shadows of the flames dance. Maeve can feel him shaking, desperately holding out for her and she's trembling too.
Words are purred against her skin and she sucks in a greedy breath, swallowing thickly as she traps her confession behind her teeth. It takes her a moment, but she eventually manages to answer him. "You. I want you. Please..." It doesn't have to mean more. He can take it for what it is at the most base level. He doesn't have to look further than that. It would be best if he didn't. Maeve moves her hand from his shoulder to find his wrist, guiding one of his own hands between her thighs to where they're joined, pressing his fingers to her clit.
Her head tilts back as he breaks the kiss, lips moving along her neck now. They brush against her pearls, pressing tenderly to the delicate skin of her throat as he continues to drive them towards their inevitable release. The muscles in her stomach tense and jump, making her clench around him as if to draw him deeper even as he pulls back. The tip of his cock presses right at her entrance and he holds there. She whines softly, eyes opening up towards the ceiling where the shadows of the flames dance. Maeve can feel him shaking, desperately holding out for her and she's trembling too.
Words are purred against her skin and she sucks in a greedy breath, swallowing thickly as she traps her confession behind her teeth. It takes her a moment, but she eventually manages to answer him. "You. I want you. Please..." It doesn't have to mean more. He can take it for what it is at the most base level. He doesn't have to look further than that. It would be best if he didn't. Maeve moves her hand from his shoulder to find his wrist, guiding one of his own hands between her thighs to where they're joined, pressing his fingers to her clit.
Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips
We should just kiss like real people do
We should just kiss like real people do
