The only thing he can focus on is Maeve underneath him, warm and responsive, pulling him closer, and he lets out a groan as he settles himself between her splayed legs. He rolls his hips against the apex of her thighs, grinding himself against her as he leaves a wet trail of kisses up the side of her neck.
"Are these tights?" He asks with a husky laugh, after reaching back to grip the curve of her thigh. "Full actual tights?"
It's been a while since he's engaged in what is basically dry humping, but with Maeve it's somehow absurdly hot. Maybe it's because it's like this dam of tension they've built up is finally breaking, or because there's this line they're trying not to cross. Or maybe it's just because it's her.
He sits up a little and rolls his hips forward like he's fucking her, and then leans down to take her nipple into his mouth so he doesn't do something stupid like beg her to take her stupid tights off and let him inside.
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The only thing he can focus on is Maeve underneath him, warm and responsive, pulling him closer, and he lets out a groan as he settles himself between her splayed legs. He rolls his hips against the apex of her thighs, grinding himself against her as he leaves a wet trail of kisses up the side of her neck.
"Are these tights?" He asks with a husky laugh, after reaching back to grip the curve of her thigh. "Full actual tights?"
It's been a while since he's engaged in what is basically dry humping, but with Maeve it's somehow absurdly hot. Maybe it's because it's like this dam of tension they've built up is finally breaking, or because there's this line they're trying not to cross. Or maybe it's just because it's her.
He sits up a little and rolls his hips forward like he's fucking her, and then leans down to take her nipple into his mouth so he doesn't do something stupid like beg her to take her stupid tights off and let him inside.