Her tinkling gasps that are like laughter are quite possibly the most beautiful thing he has ever heard. The beautiful sounds are highlighted even further by a life of facing down the ugly. To know beauty, now, was very nearly like a blind man suddenly being able to see. Or rather, to accept that beauty as something he could enjoy was like that. Certainly he'd seen beauty in the world before, but that had never been his world. Right here, right now, this was.
"Maeve..." It was just a pleasurable name to say. It was even more fun to repeat in time with the rhythm that they set.
Of course, that is interspersed by his moaning and moving under her as he thrusts deeper up into her, feeling those muscles contract and move around him. His hands sometimes slide further up her back, and his short nails scratch that pale white skin as their lovemaking flares in intensity here and there. It is never enough to break skin or draw blood, just enough for her him to communicate the effect she's having on him.
"Maeve, Maeve, beautiful Maeve..." He reaches up to tuck some hair that has come loose behind her ear and then he leans up to kiss her. The kiss is tender and loving even as there is fire below.
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Her tinkling gasps that are like laughter are quite possibly the most beautiful thing he has ever heard. The beautiful sounds are highlighted even further by a life of facing down the ugly. To know beauty, now, was very nearly like a blind man suddenly being able to see. Or rather, to accept that beauty as something he could enjoy was like that. Certainly he'd seen beauty in the world before, but that had never been his world. Right here, right now, this was.
"Maeve..." It was just a pleasurable name to say. It was even more fun to repeat in time with the rhythm that they set.
Of course, that is interspersed by his moaning and moving under her as he thrusts deeper up into her, feeling those muscles contract and move around him. His hands sometimes slide further up her back, and his short nails scratch that pale white skin as their lovemaking flares in intensity here and there. It is never enough to break skin or draw blood, just enough for her him to communicate the effect she's having on him.
"Maeve, Maeve, beautiful Maeve..." He reaches up to tuck some hair that has come loose behind her ear and then he leans up to kiss her. The kiss is tender and loving even as there is fire below.