Maeve
It shouldn't be so thrilling. It shouldn't give her such a rush, but it does to hear him whine her name like that. Maeve's lips twitch into a sweet smile as she looks down at him, barely letting herself be drawn into the kiss. Gently his fingers push through her hair, brushing back curls with upmost care before tucking them behind her ear. The whiskey has done the trick and she feels none of the pain from earlier. Instead it's just a pleasant warmth and a stirring in her belly that is starting to grow into an ache. "I'm fine, beastie. Don't have to move much. Can stay right here in your lap." She murmurs, lips brushing against his as she speaks, not committing tot he kiss just yet. Maeve's already on the edge and she's just waiting for him to give in.
"S'il te plait, Jata... Tu ne veux pas de moi encore une fois avant que je parte?" Her eyes meet his, pupils blown wide from the mix of lust and alcohol coursing through her body right now. Now that he's released her hand, Maeve goes back to her earlier task of trying to get his belt undone. She's successful this time without him trying to hinder her. Maeve gets the leather loose from the buckle, giving it a gentle tug until it's slipping from the loops of his pants and falling to the floor with a soft clink. "Parce que je te veux. Tes mains, ta langue, ta bite... Tout ça." She knows he doesn't know what she's saying, but she will happily translate it for him if he wishes.
Fingers pop the button on his pants, working the zipper down with a little bit of effort as she shifts herself to straddle him instead. Even with the newly numbed pain, Maeve moves carefully as to not strain herself.
"S'il te plait, Jata... Tu ne veux pas de moi encore une fois avant que je parte?" Her eyes meet his, pupils blown wide from the mix of lust and alcohol coursing through her body right now. Now that he's released her hand, Maeve goes back to her earlier task of trying to get his belt undone. She's successful this time without him trying to hinder her. Maeve gets the leather loose from the buckle, giving it a gentle tug until it's slipping from the loops of his pants and falling to the floor with a soft clink. "Parce que je te veux. Tes mains, ta langue, ta bite... Tout ça." She knows he doesn't know what she's saying, but she will happily translate it for him if he wishes.
Fingers pop the button on his pants, working the zipper down with a little bit of effort as she shifts herself to straddle him instead. Even with the newly numbed pain, Maeve moves carefully as to not strain herself.
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
