Elude [H.S.]

FORTY-ONE

The sounds of Maeve and I's heavy breathing, and her soft moans, fill the living room of my apartment. My hands are planted firmly on her hips, assisting her on rocking back and forth as her legs straddle my waist. I'm laid completely flat on the couch, staring up at the goddess of a woman above me.

"That's it, baby," I encourage her, watching as she tucks her bottom lip between her teeth, head tilting back as another moan vibrates in her throat

This sex was slow, and slightly lazy, but damn if it didn't feel so fucking good.

Maeve had arrived at my apartment maybe twenty minutes ago, and we were immediately all over each other. Not being able to talk during the week has just made that desire for her to be completely mine grow even more.

I also feel like we both had stresses that were causing us to be uptight, and we knew that being intimate with each other would help. I'm over here stressed all day because I can't communicate with her - I can't confirm whether or not Conrad has harmed her, and she's stressed trying to get everything together while working against Conrad's rehab deadline.

Maeve gasps out as I thrust my hips up just once, still wanting to keep things at the pace we were going, but also needing to feel a little more for just a second.

"T-this is nice," Maeve comments, now looking down at me as she runs her fingertips over my collarbone, and then down over my swallows. "I like it like this with you. I-I don't know. It feels more casual, which kind of makes it more intimate."

I look up at her, noticing the soft glow of the sun that halos around her head, bouncing off the snow that was coming down outside. It's predicted that we were getting the last snow of the winter this weekend, and it made the perfect backdrop for my girl as she rode me.

She's looked ethereal several times in our relationship together, but this time...this time it was different. We had grown so much in just a few weeks of being back together, and I feel like that made me see her even brighter than I ever have.

"Mhmm," I hum in agreement with Maeve, lifting my hands off her hips for a moment to rest her perky breasts in my palms, swiping the pads of my thumbs over her raised nipples. "So nice, Maevey love. Could do this all day with you."

Maeve's eyes flutter shut as she rests both of her hands on my abs, lips parting while she grinds her pelvis down against mine. I knew she was doing this to stimulate her clit, and I could feel her thighs starting to shake.

"That feel good?" I ask as she leans down just a bit, and I give her breasts a squeeze as she nods with a small whimper. "Looking so fucking gorgeous on top of me like this, Maeve. You feel amazing."

It's not that we were avoiding the big issue that was impending on our happiness. We knew the threats against us, we knew the power one man held over her mostly, but also me without him even knowing. This wasn't a distraction - this was us making up for the lost time we've dealt with this week.