Maeve
Of course she gives in to him. How could she possibly deny him? Especially when he makes sounds like that against her skin? Maeve sucks in a greedy breath, arching against him because she absolutely can't help herself. His command shivers through her, causing goosebumps to erupt across her skin as his fingers press into her thighs. If he held her any tighter then he would likely leave bruises in his wake. "Yours. I'm yours." She breathes, drawing her bottom lip between her teeth after the words leave her lips in a breathy exhale. Maeve might not be as deep into this as he is, but that is going to change. It will change. She just needs time and he's willing to give it to her she thinks.
They're doing a good job of not pushing too far. Even if her legs are wrapped around his waist and his cock is pressed against her cunt. He doesn't do more than grind against her. The movement of his hips minute. Maeve moans softly, head tilting back and lightly thumping against the tile of the wall, making her hiss out a breath.
Her words fall from her lips, revealing what it is she said to him. She doesn't want him to stop or pull away. He could take her right here and she would relish in it, but he's setting her down slowly, gently. Maeve tries to keep from pouting, looking up at him from beneath her lashes as her chest heaves, skin flushed pink with need. Her hands run down his chest, settling on his hips and squeezing, "I'm glad you think so." Maeve sighs, licking her lips as she offering him a small smile and her belly swoops at the heat in his eyes.
"We probably should. Water is getting kind of cold." She reaches behind him to turn the water off, stepping out of the shower on slightly wobbly legs before she's wrapping a towel around herself and passing one to him. Maeve collects his wet clothes from the floor, giving him a grin over her shoulder. "Definitely should dry your clothes and maybe we can pick up where we left off?" There is a hopeful edge to her voice, something playful and sweet as she draws her bottom lip between her lip, arching a brow.
They're doing a good job of not pushing too far. Even if her legs are wrapped around his waist and his cock is pressed against her cunt. He doesn't do more than grind against her. The movement of his hips minute. Maeve moans softly, head tilting back and lightly thumping against the tile of the wall, making her hiss out a breath.
Her words fall from her lips, revealing what it is she said to him. She doesn't want him to stop or pull away. He could take her right here and she would relish in it, but he's setting her down slowly, gently. Maeve tries to keep from pouting, looking up at him from beneath her lashes as her chest heaves, skin flushed pink with need. Her hands run down his chest, settling on his hips and squeezing, "I'm glad you think so." Maeve sighs, licking her lips as she offering him a small smile and her belly swoops at the heat in his eyes.
"We probably should. Water is getting kind of cold." She reaches behind him to turn the water off, stepping out of the shower on slightly wobbly legs before she's wrapping a towel around herself and passing one to him. Maeve collects his wet clothes from the floor, giving him a grin over her shoulder. "Definitely should dry your clothes and maybe we can pick up where we left off?" There is a hopeful edge to her voice, something playful and sweet as she draws her bottom lip between her lip, arching a brow.
And I was catching my breath
Staring out an open window
catching my death
Staring out an open window
catching my death
