Maeve
He draws back to look at her, hazel eyes flecked with gold in the dappled sunlight as he scans her face, looking for something that she's not sure he finds. There is anticipation swimming in her gaze, mixing with the burning need that's flickering in her eyes as she holds steady, lips parting to drink in greedy sips of air as they hang on the precipice. Both eager to fall, but waiting for the other to give in first. His free hand slips up to her throat, thumb pressing underneath the jut of her jaw, applying a pressure that almost eases into pain. Maeve's lashes flutter as she willingly tilts her head for him at the slightest urge from him, licking her lips as she lets out a shuddering breath that quickly morphs into a soft cry as his teeth sink into her throat, leaving another one of his marks behind on her previously unmarred flesh.
Things feel different this time. Edged with something sharper, needier, and more possessive than any of their previous trysts. It's the first time they'll have properly been together since they came home. Since she picked him. It's as if he's staking his claim, replacing whatever lingering marks from others that have long since faded, but Maeve doesn't mind one bit. A thrill rushes through her, body burning for more as she strains and squirms, throat bobbing underneath his palm. Maeve forces her eyes open, looking up at him from beneath thick lashes as she draws her bottom lip between her teeth for but a moment, "Roses." She breathes, the word released in an exhale as she presses her thighs together, trying to relieve the ache that's steadily building there.
It seems he's already willing to have mercy on her as he abandons her nipple in favor of slipping his hand beneath the waistband of her pants, urging her legs to fall open for him as he half straddles her, knee pressing into the soft leaves that cover the floor beneath them. A shudder runs through her, hips surging off the ground at the first bit of contact, desperate for more already. It's a barely there touch as he draws the lightest of circles around her clit, working her up further as a soft moan slips past her lips, nails digging into the skin of his shoulders as she tries in vain to draw him closer to her. The edges of her mind already drawing fuzzy with pleasure, Maeve struggles to find anything to say to tempt him to give her more as her head drops back against the trunk of the tree.
Things feel different this time. Edged with something sharper, needier, and more possessive than any of their previous trysts. It's the first time they'll have properly been together since they came home. Since she picked him. It's as if he's staking his claim, replacing whatever lingering marks from others that have long since faded, but Maeve doesn't mind one bit. A thrill rushes through her, body burning for more as she strains and squirms, throat bobbing underneath his palm. Maeve forces her eyes open, looking up at him from beneath thick lashes as she draws her bottom lip between her teeth for but a moment, "Roses." She breathes, the word released in an exhale as she presses her thighs together, trying to relieve the ache that's steadily building there.
It seems he's already willing to have mercy on her as he abandons her nipple in favor of slipping his hand beneath the waistband of her pants, urging her legs to fall open for him as he half straddles her, knee pressing into the soft leaves that cover the floor beneath them. A shudder runs through her, hips surging off the ground at the first bit of contact, desperate for more already. It's a barely there touch as he draws the lightest of circles around her clit, working her up further as a soft moan slips past her lips, nails digging into the skin of his shoulders as she tries in vain to draw him closer to her. The edges of her mind already drawing fuzzy with pleasure, Maeve struggles to find anything to say to tempt him to give her more as her head drops back against the trunk of the tree.
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
