Delaney tossed her bag down beside the bed and spun them, sitting down on the edge of the bed and tugging Maeve into her lap, sucking and nibbling harder on her neck since she seemed to be enjoying it.
"You like this?" she asked, not waiting for an answer before scraping her teeth ever so gently along Maeve's pulse point, soothing the tiny hurt with more hot, open mouthed kisses. All the while, her hand was creeping back up Maeve's front until she was cupping her breast unashamedly, squeezing gently and bringing their lips back together hard.
"You feel so good," she groaned, pulling her closer.