“Yes.”
I do, leaving a trail of kisses along the curve of her neck. Her arm starts to move.
“How do you feel, Maeve? Are you warm? Are you wet?”
“I’m warm, yes,” she says, and it sounds strained. “I… I don’t always like to be wet. It feels weird.”
“I can understand that but it’s not weird, Maeve. It’s just what happens to your body as it gets you ready for an orgasm.”
“It always feels like betrayal. Like it gives the wrong impression, even to me.”
“It’s just biology. Some people get wet and some don’t. But use it to make touching yourself easier.”
“Okay,” she says tentatively. “That feels… better.”
“Good girl,” I coo. “And if you need more lubrication, you can spit on your fingers. Or I will.”
”You will?” She asks.
“Oh, yes, Maeve,” I tell her and I wish I had access to her thoughts, every single one of them.
Silence falls as I go back to kissing her shoulder, nudging her pyjama top to the side and using my tongue to lightly caress her warm skin. Her hand continues to move and then slowly, slowly,her body starts to rock too. Her hips tilt back and forth and her backside presses up against me, against my dick which is already hard and hot.
“Maeve,” I say on a sigh. “Does that feel good to you?”
“I just feel like I need to move,” she says in a rush. “Is that okay?”
“Yes,” I reply quickly. “It feels very good. I just want you to be okay with it.”
“With your dick? I will put up with it as it’s attached to you.”
I laugh again and more tension vanishes from the room. It’s just us. It’s just us.
“Do you… do you like the idea of me being turned on by you?” I ask. “Do you like knowing that this is making me feel good too?”
It’s Maeve’s turn to sigh. “Yes, I do. I always want you to feel good.”
I feel desire pound in my pulse, in my heart, in my dick.
“You make me feel good. All the time, you make me feel good. But this, this is like the frosting on top of a cupcake.”
“Like you ever eat cupcakes,” she scoffs and I can’t help myself, I grip her hip a little tighter in response to her quip. As soon as I realize what I’ve done, I ease up.
“No,” she says. “It’s okay. You can hold me tighter. You can squeeze me and show me that you want me. I like… I like to be wanted by you, desired by you.”
“Oh, Maeve, I desire you so much.”
“Even if I don’t, you know, reciprocate it in the same way.”
“Even if,” I say and I dig my fingertips into her flesh a little more.
“Loncey,” she says and I know she’s getting closer as she continues to rock into me and move her hand.
“I’m so proud of you, Maeve, for doing what your body wants, for moving it how it needs to move. For being such a good girl.”
“I can’t… I can’t believe I’m doing this, with you.”
“I know, Maeve, it’s so good. It means the world to me.”
