Maeve
It only takes moments for her to draw him to that edge. Noting the way he bites back moans, catching them behind fanged teeth, letting out these shuddery breaths instead that are tinged with his pleasure. There is a sense of satisfaction that blooms in her chest, a smug feeling of pride knowing that she can still drive him this far, knowing that even she still knows how to make him fall apart.
He tries to bring her to her own peak, but she's too focused on this, struggling to maintain any consistency for herself. A task she all but abandons as she draws her back so only the tip of his cock is resting on her tongue, waiting for the first drop to land and she hums when it finally does, swallowing it down greedily. Maeve swirls her tongue around the tip of his cock, licking him clean before finally releasing him, drawing in a shaky breath through swollen lips.
Slowly, she stands and takes a small step forward, crawling back into his lap easily. Her hands slip up his chest and she leans down to press kisses along his throat, tongue darting out to taste his skin as she settles there, still wet and wanting. She's willing to be patient.
He tries to bring her to her own peak, but she's too focused on this, struggling to maintain any consistency for herself. A task she all but abandons as she draws her back so only the tip of his cock is resting on her tongue, waiting for the first drop to land and she hums when it finally does, swallowing it down greedily. Maeve swirls her tongue around the tip of his cock, licking him clean before finally releasing him, drawing in a shaky breath through swollen lips.
Slowly, she stands and takes a small step forward, crawling back into his lap easily. Her hands slip up his chest and she leans down to press kisses along his throat, tongue darting out to taste his skin as she settles there, still wet and wanting. She's willing to be patient.
NO ONE WANTS YOU WHEN YOU HAVE NO HEART
AND I’M SITTING PRETTY IN MY BRAND NEW SCARS
AND I’M SITTING PRETTY IN MY BRAND NEW SCARS
