Maeve
It was a second language to her. A way she showed love. It was easy to understand. A universal language. Showing affection with her body, taking care of her partner’s needs, being of use to them. Her heart doesn’t race even as her fingers explore his skin. This isn’t like her other sexual encounters. Full of desperation and simply to scratch an itch or fill a void. This was entirely different. His lips brush against her collarbone, the delicate curve exposed to him as his hands find home on her waist. ”I know I don’t have to. I want to.” She needs to. Her lips press another kiss to his temple before she draws back, tugging his shirt off and over his head, letting it join the jacket on the floor.
”You can tell me to stop.” And she would stop. If that’s what he wanted. If it’s what he needed. It was late and she was already dressed for bed herself. The robe that’s tied around her waist covering the simple satin sleep set she wears, feet bare against the smooth wooden floor. It wouldn’t take anything for him to untie the belt and slip it off of her slender frame. He doesn’t move beyond letting his hands rest on her waist, breath warm against her skin as he rests his head against the curve of her shoulder.
”You can tell me to stop.” And she would stop. If that’s what he wanted. If it’s what he needed. It was late and she was already dressed for bed herself. The robe that’s tied around her waist covering the simple satin sleep set she wears, feet bare against the smooth wooden floor. It wouldn’t take anything for him to untie the belt and slip it off of her slender frame. He doesn’t move beyond letting his hands rest on her waist, breath warm against her skin as he rests his head against the curve of her shoulder.
Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips
We should just kiss like real people do
We should just kiss like real people do
