Maeve
Maeve licks her lips, eyes tracing down his body, taking in his torso and the cut muscle of his abdomen. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, heat swirling in her belly as his fingers work the front of his pants, kicking them off along with his boots. She falls back as he crawls over her, pressing her into the makeshift bed, fingers greedily slipping beneath her tank top to tug it over her head. It's quickly discarded followed by her boots and pants, leaving her almost bare before him, but he doesn't stop there as he tugs her panties down her legs too. He's everywhere. Tongue, lips, hands, and skin pressing against every inch of her, committing her body to memory.
A breathy laugh pushes past her lips at his question and she barely manages a nod, eyes fluttering shut as he lavishes attention on her chest, teeth leaving his signature on her skin. "A time or two. What else do you love about me?" Maeve purrs, fingers tracing along his arms, mapping a trail over his back as one hand slips into his hair and the other rests lightly at his shoulder. "Dis-moi, mon amour. Je te promets que je garderai ton secret." She coos, enticing him to give in, to share what it is he enjoys about her. Maeve will be more than happy to return the favor. If he's willing to play her game.
A breathy laugh pushes past her lips at his question and she barely manages a nod, eyes fluttering shut as he lavishes attention on her chest, teeth leaving his signature on her skin. "A time or two. What else do you love about me?" Maeve purrs, fingers tracing along his arms, mapping a trail over his back as one hand slips into his hair and the other rests lightly at his shoulder. "Dis-moi, mon amour. Je te promets que je garderai ton secret." She coos, enticing him to give in, to share what it is he enjoys about her. Maeve will be more than happy to return the favor. If he's willing to play her game.
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
