19. Anevae

Maeyve and I watched movie after movie until we couldn't keep our eyes open anymore. We climbed into bed around 11 p.m., sleeping with our limbs tangled together as if we couldn't bear the thought of being separated. The next morning, I awoke wrapped up in her arms. Sighing, I snuggled in and closed my eyes, soaking up the moment. I felt safe, and it was refreshing.

After lying there for a few more minutes, I got up to use the bathroom. As I stood there, washing my hands and preparing to wash my face, Maeyve snuck up behind me and wrapped her hands around my waist.

Leaning down, she placed a kiss on my neck. "Good morning, beautiful," she whispered in my ear before nipping at the lobe.

Giggling, I wiped my hands dry and turned to plant a kiss on her lips. "Good morning, gorgeous. How did you sleep?"

"Sleeping next to you is a dream come true. I haven't slept this well in years. You might not be able to get rid of me now."

Grinning at her reflection in the mirror, I responded honestly, "I might enjoy that, actually."

Scoffing, she turned me to face her. "We'll have to see how much you actually enjoy me always bugging you. If you're not careful, you'll never finish any of your work."

Placing a hand on her chest, I smirked. "Lucky for you, plants take time to grow, so I have some free time on my hands."

"I can think of a few ways for us to use up some of that free time," she murmured before drawing her bottom lip into her mouth and biting down with one of her pronounced canines. Desire flooded my veins, and a throbbing began in my core.

"Now I'm intrigued. Why don't you show me? I think I have a little time to spare right now," I whispered, looking up at her through my lashes.

The next thing I knew, Maeyve had lifted me off my feet, positioning her hands perfectly under my ass. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around her waist and my hands around her neck, tangling in her soft hair. Our lips collided as she turned back to the bedroom. I let out a soft moan as her hands gripped my ass tightly. With my lips slightly parted, she slipped her tongue into my mouth, exploring it.

When we reached the bed, she climbed onto it and laid me down gently, resting my head on the pillows. She trailed kisses across my jaw and down to my neck, stopping to bite me lightly. As she made her way down, her body grazed against my hardened nipples, and I grabbed onto her shoulders. When she reached my chest, she slid my camisole down to expose my breasts. Palming one, she licked at the nipple of the other. Soft moans escaped my lips as she began to move her tongue in slow circles around the stiff peak and piercing that adorned it. Looking up at me through her lashes, I could see the mischievous glint in her eyes. She lapped up the saliva that had collected on my nipple before sucking my hardened peak into her mouth and biting down. I let out a yelp followed by another moan as white spots dotted my vision. Slowly, her teeth grazed down my nipple until they reached the piercing, and she let go.

Raising onto her elbows again, she glanced down at my nipple. Quietly, she mumbled, "Oops. I'm sorry. Does that hurt?"

Panting from the desire coursing through my body, I replied, "Why are you sorry? That felt amazing."

I followed Maeyve's gaze to my breast, where there was blood pooling around my nipple. Not sure where it was coming from, I raised my hand to wipe away the blood. Maeyve grasped my hand and pulled it away before lowering her mouth back down to my breast.

She licked up the blood and moaned. As soon as her head lifted, I saw two faint scratches from her teeth. Surprised, I looked back up to Maeyve, meeting her gaze. Her eyes had darkened, and desire surged through my body. Her mouth returned to my breast, sucking my nipple into her mouth again. I let out a loud moan and gripped her shoulder tighter with my free hand.

Releasing my nipple with a pop, she sat up on her knees and trailed her eyes over my body. Humming, she ran her hands up the outsides of my thighs and gripped my shorts, pulling them off with my underwear. Then, she reached for my hand, urging me to sit up so she could pull off my camisole.

Glancing back into my eyes, she whispered, "You're so beautiful. I could tell you every moment of every day, and that still wouldn't be enough to express just how beautiful you are."

Blushing, I whispered, "You're too sweet."

"I only speak the truth."

Then, she claimed my mouth with hers and pushed me onto my back. We kissed for a few minutes before she wiggled down to position herself between my thighs. Just the sight of her being there had me dripping wet for her.

She stared up at me through her long lashes with a Cheshire grin spread across her face. "I can't wait to devour this sweet pussy."

The throbbing in my core intensified in anticipation. A sly grin spread across my face. "What are you waiting for?"

I didn't think it was possible, but her eyes darkened even further. Sliding her hands under my thighs, she lifted my hips and said, "You better watch that mouth of yours. It's going to get you in trouble at some point."

With a breathy laugh, I licked my lips. She turned her head and bit me roughly on the thigh. I gasped loudly. When she released my thigh from her mouth, she turned her head to lick up my wet slit right to my clit.

Letting out a long breath, I sighed. "Please keep going."

Tongue still lapping at my clit, she huffed out a laugh. Working one hand out from under my hip, she slid two fingers into me, pumping in and out. I threw my head back with a loud moan. Then, she sucked my clit into her mouth. Pleasure swirled throughout my body, and my walls tightened around her fingers. Maeyve's other hand tightly gripped my hip as a growl erupted from her chest.

That sound was something I'd never heard during sex, but, damn, was it intoxicating. Reaching a hand down, I grasped a handful of Maeyve's hair. With the other hand, I reached up and pinched my nipple. Panting, I could feel myself rising closer to my climax.

"Fuck, Maeyve. I'm not going to last much longer," I whimpered.

She began thrusting in deeper and harder with her fingers, skimming the sensitive spot up high. Arching my back, my moans grew louder. Maeyve released my clit, and before I could protest, she bit down.

I exploded, my orgasm hitting me as I screamed, "Maeyve! Oh my God. Maeyve! Fuck!"

Panting, I released her hair and my nipple. She continued until I stopped shaking.

Slipping her fingers from my wet folds, she slowly slid them into her mouth, one by one, licking up every last bit of my arousal that coated her hand while she held eye contact with me. "Mmm. You taste so sweet. I would devour this pussy for every meal: breakfast, lunch, dinner, all the snacks in between, and then dessert to end the day."

Climbing up my body, she bit my lip and slid her tongue into my mouth so I could taste myself. I wrapped my hands around her neck, pulling her deeper into the kiss. Arousal coiled through my body again, thinking of how her pussy tasted.

I wrapped my legs around her waist and flipped us over so I was straddling her. Grinding my hips against hers, she moaned into my mouth.

When I sat up, I whispered, "Your turn."

"Uh-oh. Should I be scared now?"

"Why would you be scared?"

Smirking, Maeyve met my gaze. "Hmm. I'm not sure. Have I been a bad girl? Do I deserve a punishment?"

I stopped what I was doing and sat up ramrod straight, staring at her with my eyes wide. At that moment, all I could think about was the punishments I had received from my ex-fiance. Fuck. I can't be thinking about this right now. She is not him; she is NOT him!

Maeyve's smile fell, and her brows furrowed. "What's wrong?"

I could feel my panic rising—my heart rate doubled, and my breathing grew ragged. No, no, no, no, no. She is NOT him. It's okay. Get yourself together!

Maeyve reached up, cupping my face to get me to focus on her. "Please talk to me. Everything is okay. What happened?"

Instinctively, I tried to remove her hands from my face, but she stayed steady, holding on.

"Hey, hey. Please talk to me. It's okay. Breathe," she said calmly.

But everything in my brain wasn't calm then; it was a whirlwind of panic. I was in fight-or-flight mode and needed to get off of her. When I shoved her chest, she let me go, and I ran into the bathroom, slamming the door.