(SE) we can just dance to this

Maeve

Maeve makes a sound of indignation when he pulls away from her. She was so close. So fucking close and he stopped? It was only for a second. Not really that long at all and the way he murmurs his plea against the inside of her thigh almost makes up for it. Almost. He makes up for it, diving back into her with a vigor that leaves her utterly breathless. Her hips stutter, a moan pushing past her lips as her back arches and her fingers tighten in his hair. Maeve pulls him closer if at possible, grinding against tongue with abandon as the heat in her belly flares, threatening to overwhelm her.

Her own grip around his cock tightens and she's not going to let him win that easily. Maeve matches the pace of her hand with his tongue, swiping her thumb across the tip of him, smearing the wetness she finds there around the head of his cock. Her muscles protest being held taut like this, straining and trembling as she toes that edge, so close to falling over. It's only a moment longer. A few more seconds of pleasure that edges on pain before she's shattering above him. She cums with a soft cry and a rush of warmth, tingling down to the tips of her fingers and her toes, muscles finally relaxing with her release as she slumps over him. Her chest heaves, flushed pink from exertion as she trembles above him, "Fuck.."

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