Maeve
His wings brace against her back, surrounding her and shutting her off from the world again, cocooning her in a warm darkness with only the moon touching her skin. She feels small and secure, face tucking into his neck to press kisses against his skin, trailing over bite marks and scars alike. Her fingers slip into his hair, finding the base of his horns and teasing there, knowing just how sensitive they are. She's not the only one set on teasing, though.
With an almost feather light touch, Sunjata trails his hands across her skin, tracing the curve of her ass and up her sides until he's palming at her breasts again. The swipe of his thumb across the barbell makes her shiver, a sigh pushing past her lips as she draws back to catch his in a kiss, licking into his mouth so he might still taste himself on her tongue. She's torn between focusing on the kiss or the hand that's trailing over her torso, slipping back between her thighs to tease at her neglected clit, causing her hips to jerk in response.
She thinks for a moment he might just tease her. That he might make her work for it and grind against that single finger until she reaches her peak, but he presses further, slipping the long digit into her cunt. Maeve keens into his mouth, eyes squeezing shut as she bucks against his fingers, clenching around him helplessly. "Please..." The whimpered please escapes her, muffled by his lips as she refuses to break the kiss, nails biting into his shoulder as she uses him for leverage to rock minutely against that finger.
With an almost feather light touch, Sunjata trails his hands across her skin, tracing the curve of her ass and up her sides until he's palming at her breasts again. The swipe of his thumb across the barbell makes her shiver, a sigh pushing past her lips as she draws back to catch his in a kiss, licking into his mouth so he might still taste himself on her tongue. She's torn between focusing on the kiss or the hand that's trailing over her torso, slipping back between her thighs to tease at her neglected clit, causing her hips to jerk in response.
She thinks for a moment he might just tease her. That he might make her work for it and grind against that single finger until she reaches her peak, but he presses further, slipping the long digit into her cunt. Maeve keens into his mouth, eyes squeezing shut as she bucks against his fingers, clenching around him helplessly. "Please..." The whimpered please escapes her, muffled by his lips as she refuses to break the kiss, nails biting into his shoulder as she uses him for leverage to rock minutely against that finger.
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
