Maeve
Maeve watches the moment that Ru lets go of everything else. The tension leaves her body in a wave, letting loose the tight grip it held Hotaru in for this singular moment and what Maeve wouldn't give to do this for her everyday. How well could she make the woman beneath her forget the heartache? How well could she patch up the wounds left by those to careless to handle her the way she was meant to be? Hotaru wasn't some delicate thing to be locked away to wilt. No, she was something exotic and beautiful. Strong. She needed proper care. Dedication and a sure touch. Maeve could be that for her. She could help her thrive. Make her blossom.
A smirk curls at her lips as they press against the soft skin at the sound she manages to draw from her at the faintest touch. Maeve hums, nipping gently at her collarbone as she presses kisses up towards her throat and along her jaw, lingering there as she presses her finger in to the first knuckle. She pauses as Hotaru twitches and bucks beneath her, hips rising to fuck herself further onto the finger that's pressing into her channel, but stopping halfway through to hook her leg over her hip instead. This just seems to prove her point. She's barely touched the former queen and look how she's blossomed for her. Sweet and eager, filling the room with the faint perfume of her sex and Maeve drinks her in greedily. "That's right, sweetling. Whatever you want, I'll do." She murmurs against the curve of her jaw, pressing a tender kiss there as she begins to move her finger again.
With practiced ease, Maeve presses her finger deeper into her cunt, not daring to let up on the pressure at her clit as her thumb continues to move in smooth circles around the tight bundle of nerves. A rhythm is set, something that's meant to bring her up slowly to that edge, letting her savor every second as Maeve gives her hand a squeeze in return before pinning it above her head against the golden waves that cove the rug. Her own dark tresses tease across her skin as she trails kisses to the other side of her throat before drawing back to watch her face, sea glass gaze growing dark once more with her own desires.
A smirk curls at her lips as they press against the soft skin at the sound she manages to draw from her at the faintest touch. Maeve hums, nipping gently at her collarbone as she presses kisses up towards her throat and along her jaw, lingering there as she presses her finger in to the first knuckle. She pauses as Hotaru twitches and bucks beneath her, hips rising to fuck herself further onto the finger that's pressing into her channel, but stopping halfway through to hook her leg over her hip instead. This just seems to prove her point. She's barely touched the former queen and look how she's blossomed for her. Sweet and eager, filling the room with the faint perfume of her sex and Maeve drinks her in greedily. "That's right, sweetling. Whatever you want, I'll do." She murmurs against the curve of her jaw, pressing a tender kiss there as she begins to move her finger again.
With practiced ease, Maeve presses her finger deeper into her cunt, not daring to let up on the pressure at her clit as her thumb continues to move in smooth circles around the tight bundle of nerves. A rhythm is set, something that's meant to bring her up slowly to that edge, letting her savor every second as Maeve gives her hand a squeeze in return before pinning it above her head against the golden waves that cove the rug. Her own dark tresses tease across her skin as she trails kisses to the other side of her throat before drawing back to watch her face, sea glass gaze growing dark once more with her own desires.
Babe, there's something wretched about this
Something so precious about this
Oh what a sin
Something so precious about this
Oh what a sin
