Maeve
The silence makes sense now. He wasn't angry with her. No, he was wound too tight, worked up, and in desperate need of a release. Every time they've started something recently it's been stopped. Whether it be because the time isn't right or another conversation pulls their attention away. It's been too many days of teasing, too many hours apart, and too many moments ruined for them to stop this now. Maeve has no desire to. Her brain scrambles to hold onto his words, brows knitting together as her breath catches in her throat, back arching away from the tree. "You like when I tease you." She pouts, a huff of irritation pushing past her lips when she finds that she can't manage to get any closer to him, pinned as she is against the trunk of the tree.
A pained cry catches in her throat as his teeth sink into the sensitive flesh, but she bares it to him all the same, a shiver running through her as her cunt seems to clench around nothing. A steady throb growing between her legs as her arousal continues to climb, ratcheting up with each word growled against her skin as her whole body shifts closer to an edge that he's leading her towards. The bite is going to bruise and it shouldn't thrill her the way it does, but she's just as twisted as he is it seems, craving his marks on her skin.
He draws a moan from her even as he handles her nipple roughly, tugging and teasing at the sensitive flesh, causing her to press further into his hand as her nails dig into the skin of his bare shoulders. The kiss he presses beneath her ear is the only sweet thing he gives her as if he's trying to ease her into believing he isn't going to be rough with her, but Maeve knows better. She knows better and she fucking deserves it too. She wants it. "I want you... Want you to have your way with me. Please." Maeve breathes, voice pitching up into something desperate and needy as she squirms beneath him, unable to get as close as she wants to.
A pained cry catches in her throat as his teeth sink into the sensitive flesh, but she bares it to him all the same, a shiver running through her as her cunt seems to clench around nothing. A steady throb growing between her legs as her arousal continues to climb, ratcheting up with each word growled against her skin as her whole body shifts closer to an edge that he's leading her towards. The bite is going to bruise and it shouldn't thrill her the way it does, but she's just as twisted as he is it seems, craving his marks on her skin.
He draws a moan from her even as he handles her nipple roughly, tugging and teasing at the sensitive flesh, causing her to press further into his hand as her nails dig into the skin of his bare shoulders. The kiss he presses beneath her ear is the only sweet thing he gives her as if he's trying to ease her into believing he isn't going to be rough with her, but Maeve knows better. She knows better and she fucking deserves it too. She wants it. "I want you... Want you to have your way with me. Please." Maeve breathes, voice pitching up into something desperate and needy as she squirms beneath him, unable to get as close as she wants to.
But I don't like a gold rush, gold rush
I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush
I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush
