(SE) we can just dance to this

Maeve

"Maybe you just aren't trying hard enough." Maeve quips, fingers tightening around both of his wrists as she presses them harder against the floor. When he wiggles he almost breaks the hold she has on him, but that isn't the point of this and he knows it. It's all about appearances and right now the goal is for it to appear like she's in control. Even if she actually is. "Ah, ah, ah... Behave, favori." She coos, bending down to kiss at his neck. Her lips brush across his jaw, nipping lightly at the jut of it before her face is tucking in the crook of his neck. Maeve licks across his pulse, savoring the way it flutters beneath his skin before she's pressing her teeth there too.

Once she's sucked a dark mark into his skin, Maeve draws back, listening to him speak with a raised brow. She hums softly, "Alright, I'll take that bet. If you can make me cum with just your mouth then I'll tell you a secret." Maeve murmurs, bending to press a quick kiss to his lips before she's suddenly scooting up his chest on her knees until she's kneeling over his face. "To keep you from being tempted I'm going to keep a hold on your wrists, okay? Show me how much you missed me." Her words are breathy, pitching into something utterly needy as she settles herself above him, finally lowering into place. She can still reach his cock from this position. She knows she can. Maybe she'll take him up on the second part of the bet too.

And I was catching my breath
Staring out an open window
catching my death