take it off with your teeth

Maeve

If she wasn't so distracted by his lips and teeth doing their due diligence she might have laughed, but as it is she can't manage it. Especially when his words are growled against her skin, making her pulse rabbit against her ribs, chest rising and falling rapidly with the greedy sips of air she draws in through parted lips. The lace that's covering her body is barely held in place, his fingers doing plenty to tug it loose until she's almost completely bare beneath him, only her cunt still covered by the lace of her underwear.

He settles between her thighs, spreading them further apart so he can come to rest there before hitching one over his shoulder, baring her to his heated gaze. Maeve sighs as his lips press an almost tender kiss to the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, forcing her eyes open to gaze down at him, pupils blown wide with lust. She's aching nearly as much as he is, the emptiness almost too much as she grows wetter by the second, hips shifting restlessly in search of anything to ease it.

Maeve hisses out a breath at the first touch to her clit, hips bucking up from the mattress, straining for more even as she whines. "Please." The plea pitched up high and needy, already on her way to begging for him, fingers reaching to slip into his hair.

Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips
We should just kiss like real people do