Maeve
The silence that settles over them makes her breath catch in her throat, heart hammering against her chest as she waits for him to acknowledge her own words, needing to know his thoughts. All she gets is the faintest kiss against her skin, his breath exhaling in short bursts against her throat as he stays there, not daring to draw back so she can look at him. Maeve wraps her arms around his shoulders, drawing him closer as she turns to press kisses of her own against his skin, silently trying to convince him of the truth. So what if she gives in quickly to him? She doesn't for anyone else. Why does it matter? Why should it when her feelings are real? When she speaks the truth? When she loves him?
His fingers trail across her ribs, over her hip, and to her thigh where he grips soft skin to hitch her leg over his hip. It opens her up to him all over again and she shivers, squirming beneath him with sudden need, hips rocking up to meet him as he presses the tip of his cock to her entrance. It's slow and yet her breath still leaves her in a rush. She whimpers, pressing her face against his shoulder as her teeth find his skin, nipping sharply before she commits to leaving a mark there too.
"Always?" Confusion colors her words even as they hitch with pleasure, the stretch of him sinking into her enough to make her tremble, arms tightening their grip around him. Maeve wants to look at him, needs to see his eyes, trying to draw back enough so she can do just that. The confession hangs between them, the implication heavy, his affections unwavering. Isn't that all she ever wanted? To be wanted like that? To have someone love her so much they would do anything for her? To be taken care of? Here he is, telling her just that, telling her that he'd burn down all of Caido just for her and all she can do is try her best to remember how to breathe. "Locke.. Kiss me. Please." Because maybe she can make him understand just how much his words mean to her.
His fingers trail across her ribs, over her hip, and to her thigh where he grips soft skin to hitch her leg over his hip. It opens her up to him all over again and she shivers, squirming beneath him with sudden need, hips rocking up to meet him as he presses the tip of his cock to her entrance. It's slow and yet her breath still leaves her in a rush. She whimpers, pressing her face against his shoulder as her teeth find his skin, nipping sharply before she commits to leaving a mark there too.
"Always?" Confusion colors her words even as they hitch with pleasure, the stretch of him sinking into her enough to make her tremble, arms tightening their grip around him. Maeve wants to look at him, needs to see his eyes, trying to draw back enough so she can do just that. The confession hangs between them, the implication heavy, his affections unwavering. Isn't that all she ever wanted? To be wanted like that? To have someone love her so much they would do anything for her? To be taken care of? Here he is, telling her just that, telling her that he'd burn down all of Caido just for her and all she can do is try her best to remember how to breathe. "Locke.. Kiss me. Please." Because maybe she can make him understand just how much his words mean to her.
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
