Eating Maeve out on the couch

Lacey let her mouth explore lower, her kisses soft and deliberate as she reached the edge of Maeve's bra. She hesitated for a moment, then glanced up at Maeve, searching for any sign of hesitation. Maeve only smiled. Her breath came in soft, eager pants as she looked down at Lacey. Her gaze was full of trust and desire, and it almost made Lacey sick. Taking a deep breath, she pushed Maeve’s bra up, exposing her nipples. She kissed them, her lips gentle, reverent. Maeve stiffened and shrieked with pleasure. Then Lacey continued her way down her girlfriend's body, lips moving over her toned stomach. Maeve’s breathy moans were all around her, making her pulse race. She hooked her fingers into Maeve’s waistband and tugged down her jeans and underwear. Maeve lifted her hips to help, her eyes half-lidded with anticipation, already writhing.

She moved between Maeve’s legs, her breath warm against Maeve’s inner thigh as she kissed her way closer to her pussy. Maeve’s legs spread wide and her hands gripped the couch cushions. Lacey could feel the tension in Maeve’s body, the way she was almost vibrating. Finally, she let her lips brush against Maeve's clit, testing her. Maeve gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily. Lacey took that as encouragement and began to explore with her tongue, taking her time to find the rhythm that made Maeve sing.

"Lacey, oh God," Maeve breathed, her voice trembling with pleasure. "Don’t stop… please don’t stop."

Lacey didn’t stop. She wrapped her lips around her girlfriend’s clit and hooked her fingers inside her. For now, there was only Maeve, her taste, her scent, the way she writhed and gasped under Lacey’s touch. Everything else faded into the background.

Maeve cursed and swore. Her moans turned into **** cries as Lacey brought her closer once more to the edge. With one final, shuddering gasp, Maeve came undone. “Fuck! Oh my God! Fuck!”

Lacey held her there, her tongue still working gently as Maeve rode out her orgasm. When Maeve finally collapsed back onto the couch, Lacey pulled away. Her lips were wet and she wore a guilty grin.

Maeve reached down, pulling Lacey up to lie beside her. "You’re so good at that," she said. She wrapped her arms around Lacey and held her close. “I can’t believe I’m only your third girlfriend.”

Lacey kissed her. “Yeah,” she said. But even as she lay there, the guilt began to creep back in, gnawing at the edges of her happiness.