Maeve
It's always been fun to tease and Sunjata was one of her favorites to play this game with. Her movements have the desired affect. His eyes grow darker and his breathing picks up just enough to be noticeable though he stays in complete control of his actions. He doesn't move. Not yet. Not until she stops. Her fingers teasing at the button of her pants, head cocking to the side and causing a cascade of dark curls to fall over her shoulder, the silver tips of her hair brushing against her ribs. Maeve's denial draws him closer as he rises to his knees. He doesn't have to reach far to touch her, but his head is just below her navel like this and Maeve allows herself to be drawn into his orbit.
The praise and encouragement are like a drug, drawing her towards a high she's not had in more time than she'd like to acknowledge, bringing a light flush to her cheeks. The experience of being someone's object of desire is freeing. It's a power unlike any other. Maeve finally pops the button on her pants, tugging the zipper down with a rasp and letting her thumbs hook into the waistband, hips shimmying slightly as she begins to work them down her legs. "I think you're just impatient." She drawls, voice honey sweet and teasing, jade eyes holding onto steel.
The praise and encouragement are like a drug, drawing her towards a high she's not had in more time than she'd like to acknowledge, bringing a light flush to her cheeks. The experience of being someone's object of desire is freeing. It's a power unlike any other. Maeve finally pops the button on her pants, tugging the zipper down with a rasp and letting her thumbs hook into the waistband, hips shimmying slightly as she begins to work them down her legs. "I think you're just impatient." She drawls, voice honey sweet and teasing, jade eyes holding onto steel.
Fight so dirty, but your love's so sweet
Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth
Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth
