Maeve
Maeve hums softly as if she's actually considering his question even as his mouth continues to feast on her throat, "This for one." What is it she's referring to? Hard to tell. He'll just have to guess as far as she's concerned. Maeve's nails bite into his ass, drawing him closer with the motion. There are a lot of new things Maeve will try. Relationships, love, and so many different positions. He's more than welcome to ask her which ones.
She giggles, wrinkling her nose, but the giggle is quickly replaced by a breathy sigh as her eyes flutter shut. "You already know I missed your tongue." Maeve murmurs as he draws back to look down at her with that same heated gaze, fire burning behind his eyes as he regards her. Except he's suggesting a different game and that just won't do. Her brows draw together and she shakes her head, "Don't want to play poker. Not now." Later maybe. When they aren't tangled up in each other. Maeve wraps her legs around his waist before pushing at his chest, rolling them so she's straddling his waist instead.
"Do you want to make me cum or not?" She coos, looking down at him with an arched brow as she pins his wrists above his head now. He can easily break out of her hold. He could take control all over again, but Maeve doesn't think he will.
She giggles, wrinkling her nose, but the giggle is quickly replaced by a breathy sigh as her eyes flutter shut. "You already know I missed your tongue." Maeve murmurs as he draws back to look down at her with that same heated gaze, fire burning behind his eyes as he regards her. Except he's suggesting a different game and that just won't do. Her brows draw together and she shakes her head, "Don't want to play poker. Not now." Later maybe. When they aren't tangled up in each other. Maeve wraps her legs around his waist before pushing at his chest, rolling them so she's straddling his waist instead.
"Do you want to make me cum or not?" She coos, looking down at him with an arched brow as she pins his wrists above his head now. He can easily break out of her hold. He could take control all over again, but Maeve doesn't think he will.
And I was catching my breath
Staring out an open window
catching my death
Staring out an open window
catching my death
