I don’t think I could explain how I feel even if I had all the words in the English language. There are no words to describe this. There are no facts to parallel to this. This is…
“Do you wanna keep going?” Maeve asks softly.
I can see the hesitancy in her eyes, like she thinks I’m going to change my mind, that I’ve gotten what I needed from her. Lifting my hand to brush her hair behind her ear, I nod, over and over again, down at her.
“More than anything,” I rasp.
And just like that, her dark eyes light up again, that tiny grin gracing her beautiful features as she bounces on the balls of her feet. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she presses herself against me, and I’m hard again.
“Then take off my clothes, pretty boy.”
She kisses my chin, along my jawline, then up to my ear, and another breathy laugh leaves my lips. “You…think I’m pretty?”
“Oh yeah,” she murmurs against my skin, pressing more kisses down my neck. “Prettiest guy I know. Was me calling you Clark not obvious enough?”
Being compared to Superman brings a newfound heat to my cheeks. I feel like I’m sunburnt, but I’m quickly distracted as she licks the side of my neck.
My fingers fidget with the hem of her shirt, stalling a bit as I let her continue her assault on my neck, which sends goosebumps down every surface of exposed skin. My mind is trying so hard to build up the courage to just finally lift, but every time I try, it falters.
I’ve never seen Maeve fully naked before, and I think I might not survive it. The thought alone has me reeling, groaning softly as she kisses all the sensitive spots along my throat.
After a moment, I glide my hands under her shirt, feeling her warm skin against my palms as I grasp her hips, squeezing.
“Do you need a hand?” she teases, pulling back to peer up at me.
My cheeks warm. “I… M-Maybe.”
Her hands slide down my shoulders, then my arms, until they’re over top of my own. Very slowly, she guides them back to the hem of her shirt, and I take the fabric between my fingers as she nods encouragingly up at me.
“Nowlift,” she coos.
And I do, I lift slowly as she raises her arms into the air with a cheeky smile. I pull the shirt up until it’s free from her body, but I keep my eyes on her face. I’m scared I won’t make it if I glance down.
As I drop her shirt to the floor, my eyes trail down her collarbone, taking in the tattoos imprinted on her fair skin. I’d seen them barely the other night at her parents’ house, but now I can take the time to study them. There’s a floral piece on her left shoulder, going down her forearm and stopping just above herelbow, a dragon just below that, and a trail of butterflies down the other arm. There’s a few tinier pieces along her collarbone and chest:faith over fearanddivine. Which brings me all the way down to her bare breasts, and my inhale is sharp. They’re not too big, just perfect enough to fit in the palm of my large hands, and her nipples are hardened little peaks as she bites down on her bottom lip, looking up at me expectantly.
“Do you want to touch them?” she pants, her voice breathy as her lashes flutter faintly.
I nod eagerly. “Yes, Maeve. Can I?”
“Yes,” she sighs out.
Leaning down, I press my lips to her jaw as I take her breasts in my hands. Kneading them gently, I roll her nipple between my fingers, and she writhes under my touch as I kiss down to her neck.
“Put your mouth on me, Tate,” she pleads on a moan, her head dropping back, giving me more access to the column of her throat. “Please.”
I kiss further down her neck, eager to please her, hear her moaning more for me like that. My lips find her collarbone, pressing messy kisses to her warm skin.
“Lower,” Maeve growls in a small voice, her fingers threading in my hair, gripping me and tugging me closer, if that were even possible. “I need more.”
Her voice is so light but so desperate at the same time, and that only turns me on more. Every time I hear that soft sound from the back of her throat, my confidence boosts a little bit more. I trail my kisses down toward her collarbone, peppering them across every tattoo, every crevice I can find, like my lips might leave a permanent mark of their own. Her back arches, and I wrap my arms around her waist as I keep going down her chest until I reach one of her hardened peaks. My lips kissaround the swell of her breasts, hesitating slightly because I’ve never done this before. What do Ido?
Her hands tighten in my hair as she lets out an impatient sigh. “Suck my tit, Tate.Fuck, put it in your mouth.”
Oh my God?
I’m encasing my lips around her hardened peak like I’m competing in a race, so very eager to hear that sigh?—
“Oh,fuck.”
