Whimpering loudly in pleasure, Delaney tangled her fingers in Maeve's hair, urging her on. "Merlin… that's good… use your teeth…"
She tugged Maeve on top of her more fully, slipping her leg between Maeve's legs, shifting until one of Maeve's legs was between her own, close enough to grind down on if she so chose. She restrained herself for the moment.