Maeve
A satisfied hum leaves her at his confirmation, feeling a flare of pride at being the center of his attention, knowing nothing could pull him from her right now. Especially not as the tendrils of water dance across her skin, rivulets of cold making her nerves sing, causing her to squirm where she stands. Wanting and needy. She's wet in more ways than one now, clit already beginning to ache dully, begging to be touched. His attention shifts to the lace of her panties, tugging them down over the curve of her hips and ass, down until they're around her ankles for her to step out of them too. Lips brush beneath her navel and she's torn between sensations.
The water, his lips, the rasp of his fingertips, the scrap of stubble. All of it too much yet not enough. It does nothing more than make her whine quietly beneath her breath, teeth catching the plush swell of her bottom lip as her head tips back, curls brushing against the small of her back. It might be less flashy, but it did its job. "I don't mind." Comes the breathy reply, forcing herself to straighten, meeting his gaze as he draws away from her. Pupils blown out and expression hazy.
She's torn between stepping off of the rock so she might join him in the sand or simply staying put and enjoying what he's doing to her now. The water doesn't restrain her. There isn't enough of it and they were meant to go swimming, weren't they? It takes more effort than she wants to admit to step forward, slipping carefully off of her perch to approach him instead, crawling over his body. Her hands skimming up his thighs and finding the closing of his own pants, not daring to touch him where he wants her yet, "How about that swim?"
The water, his lips, the rasp of his fingertips, the scrap of stubble. All of it too much yet not enough. It does nothing more than make her whine quietly beneath her breath, teeth catching the plush swell of her bottom lip as her head tips back, curls brushing against the small of her back. It might be less flashy, but it did its job. "I don't mind." Comes the breathy reply, forcing herself to straighten, meeting his gaze as he draws away from her. Pupils blown out and expression hazy.
She's torn between stepping off of the rock so she might join him in the sand or simply staying put and enjoying what he's doing to her now. The water doesn't restrain her. There isn't enough of it and they were meant to go swimming, weren't they? It takes more effort than she wants to admit to step forward, slipping carefully off of her perch to approach him instead, crawling over his body. Her hands skimming up his thighs and finding the closing of his own pants, not daring to touch him where he wants her yet, "How about that swim?"
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
