Maeve
It does little more than drive her mad. The sensation of water along the sensitive nerves of her skin, making her twitch and squirm, breath catching in her throat with each passing second. She doesn't stay still, too intent on closing the distance between them, needing something more. Maeve crawls over him, hands slipping up his thighs, thumbs pressing into the narrow jut of his hips before trailing towards the button of his pants. She can already see the hard line of his cock straining against his zipper and she clicks her tongue at him as he rocks against her hand.
Still, he remains fairly calm. There is only the small press of his hips to suggest that he might want her to move along, but even that is more permission to touch than anything else. Fingers twist one of her silver tipped curls around and around, drawing her attention upwards to his face as he speaks, enjoying the way his voice seems to wash over her. Maeve purses her lips in consideration, pretending to truly weigh out the proposal he's given her, humming faintly as her thumb continues to fiddle with the button of his pants.
"You think so?" She murmurs, expression edging on coy, but no where near innocent as she gazes up at him with mercurial jade eyes. "I suppose since you're the one in charge tonight..." Maeve finally concedes, deftly popping the button of his pants, pulling the zipper down with a rasp. She hasn't even kissed him yet. A shame, really. Her eyes flick down to his lips then, tongue darting out to wet her own as she shifts herself upwards, closer to straddling his hips now.
Still, he remains fairly calm. There is only the small press of his hips to suggest that he might want her to move along, but even that is more permission to touch than anything else. Fingers twist one of her silver tipped curls around and around, drawing her attention upwards to his face as he speaks, enjoying the way his voice seems to wash over her. Maeve purses her lips in consideration, pretending to truly weigh out the proposal he's given her, humming faintly as her thumb continues to fiddle with the button of his pants.
"You think so?" She murmurs, expression edging on coy, but no where near innocent as she gazes up at him with mercurial jade eyes. "I suppose since you're the one in charge tonight..." Maeve finally concedes, deftly popping the button of his pants, pulling the zipper down with a rasp. She hasn't even kissed him yet. A shame, really. Her eyes flick down to his lips then, tongue darting out to wet her own as she shifts herself upwards, closer to straddling his hips now.
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
