Maeve
His laugh rolls over, drawing goosebumps over her skin in combination with his touch, hips rocking forward despite herself. The friction causes her own laugh to give way, lashes fluttering before she manages to force herself to still, "No, beastie, it's never been a problem." Maeve murmurs before her lips cover his, licking into his mouth greedily, tasting nothing but sunshine and smoke. It earns him a groan that only deepens when his own hips press up to meet hers, cock slipping between her folds, the head of him nudging against her entrance in a way that makes her shudder.
Sunjata withdraws from her and she whines at the loss, fingers tightening in his hair in an attempt to keep him close, but he's only gone from her in a moment. In her lust addled state it takes her a moment to realize what he's doing. She wants to reassure him that he needn't worry about that, but she lets it go, knowing he'd be comforted by this more than her words. Any other thought she might have leaves her head as his teeth press against her pulse, blunt and without fangs, but tantalizing all the same.
"Jata..." She breathes, head tilting back as one of her hands slips to his chest, bracing there in an attempt to keep herself steady.
Sunjata withdraws from her and she whines at the loss, fingers tightening in his hair in an attempt to keep him close, but he's only gone from her in a moment. In her lust addled state it takes her a moment to realize what he's doing. She wants to reassure him that he needn't worry about that, but she lets it go, knowing he'd be comforted by this more than her words. Any other thought she might have leaves her head as his teeth press against her pulse, blunt and without fangs, but tantalizing all the same.
"Jata..." She breathes, head tilting back as one of her hands slips to his chest, bracing there in an attempt to keep herself steady.
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
