Honestly, Maeve wasn't thinking about the weapons. She was thinking just about the excitement of getting caught. Sure, they were married but it was still thrilling to think of this as some sort of illicit meeting.
And the harder and faster he was, the louder she got with her legs wrapped tightly around him as if to hold on for dear life. Honestly it felt that way sometimes - like he'd fuck her so hard she'd fall off something or something would break underneath them. It was kind of a miracle it hadn't happened yet to be honest.
Maeve shuddered hard as she felt the warmth of his seed spilling inside her. It was one of many times she thanked the Catholic church for being against birth control despite her own pill popping. It just felt good to be filled like that. Her hips continued to roll against his as she rode out the aftershocks of her orgasm, wanting to just collapse and stay where she was though she knew she couldn't.