She didn't answer him, instead making a frustrated sound but she knew what he was doing and didn't say anything otherwise. Besides, being tormented like this got her so hot it was unnatural.
Maeve already knew even her lips were going to be bruised. Likely even her tongue was going to be sore after this but she didn't care. She just wanted him inside her and if, for at the moment, all she could get was his tongue... She settled.
"Oh God," she breathed softly though it wasn't out of fear, but anticipation, her body writhing and just begging for his cock. She lifted herself up a little using his shoulders as a brace so her legs could wrap around his waist tightly. Mae braced with herself as he thrust in so viciously and she cried out sharply.
Each thrust was met by her hips as best she could but she was having a little difficulty. Did it matter? It still felt fantastic even if it was painful - no, especially because it was painful. Each thrust elicited some kind of sound from her, sent into his mouth. Maeve couldn't focus on kissing him or anything else, distracted so much by pain and pleasure.