Maeve
He stays still for her. Barely touching her except for that claw that runs over her skin lightly, drawing a shiver from her. Maeve looks up at him from beneath her lashes as she finally gets him free of his pants. There is enough light for her to look at him and she does, drawing back just enough to take in his form as he braces against the desk. She licks her lips, eyes dipping down to where he's hard for her and she hums, reaching out to finally grasp him. Her fist moves oh so slowly, teasing him just like he teased her.
Maeve presses her lips to his collarbone, teeth dragging along his skin as she pumps slowly, her grip loose. He's hot and heavy in her hand, the skin soft even as he strains against her. She casts her eyes up towards him, a smile curling onto her lips, "Good? Just wait until we get to the best part." Maeve teases, lips finding his skin again as her hand works over him, thumb finally swiping across the tip of his cock, gathering what slick as gathered there and using it to ease her way.
Whether she's referring to when he gets to fuck her or her mouth being on him is up for debate. Probably some form of both. Her other hand curls at his hip and slowly she starts to trail down his body, leaving a kisses along his skin in her wake before she's suddenly on her knees before him. Maeve's fist slows, instead using her hold to steady him as she leans forward, exhaling a warm breath over him. Her tongue darts out, swiping almost kittenishly across the tip of his length, finally tasting him the way she's wanted to for a while now. Her eyes flick up to him, locking with his gaze as she lets presses her lips to the same place before finally letting him push the tip into the wet heat of her mouth.
Maeve presses her lips to his collarbone, teeth dragging along his skin as she pumps slowly, her grip loose. He's hot and heavy in her hand, the skin soft even as he strains against her. She casts her eyes up towards him, a smile curling onto her lips, "Good? Just wait until we get to the best part." Maeve teases, lips finding his skin again as her hand works over him, thumb finally swiping across the tip of his cock, gathering what slick as gathered there and using it to ease her way.
Whether she's referring to when he gets to fuck her or her mouth being on him is up for debate. Probably some form of both. Her other hand curls at his hip and slowly she starts to trail down his body, leaving a kisses along his skin in her wake before she's suddenly on her knees before him. Maeve's fist slows, instead using her hold to steady him as she leans forward, exhaling a warm breath over him. Her tongue darts out, swiping almost kittenishly across the tip of his length, finally tasting him the way she's wanted to for a while now. Her eyes flick up to him, locking with his gaze as she lets presses her lips to the same place before finally letting him push the tip into the wet heat of her mouth.
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
