Chapter 20 Maya
Chapter twenty
Maya
Adam’s declaration rings true in my ears, leaving little room for debate. I absolutely want him,—so strongly I feel desire in my fingernails and even the ends of my hair—but I have to at least negotiate the terms. Too many men in the past have demanded loyalty while offering none in return.
“And you’re mine too, Adam. Possession goes both ways.” I settle even further onto his softening dick and look him directly in the eyes. He nods. I rise up off his lap and he grabs my hand before I can reach for the blanket at the end of his bed. In our eagerness to make love, it’s still made.
Ugh! Make love? It’s such a flowery phrase.
I feel something powerful for Adam, but I think it’s too soon for the L word, even in this context.
But Fuck? That’s too impersonal a word for what we did.
Do you look in the eyes of someone you just fuck?
Do you text someone you just fuck all day?
You certainly don’t demand exclusivity from someone you just fuck.
“You’re not running away, are you?” His eyes silently plead with me. They are pools of passion and longing. Though it’s a fair question given our last date, I bristle at the question.
“Just freshening up, and grabbing some of that wine I mentioned. Well, tried to mention.“ I give him a wink and pad softly down the hall, my pussy still squeezing with aftershocks. I try two doors before finding the bathroom, lock myself in, and brace my hands on the sink.
Damn. I’m completely naked. I should’ve grabbed the blanket.
Or maybe my dress. There’s nothing like catching your naked body under harsh fluorescent light hunched over a vanity to snap you out of the mood.
I lower my eyes to keep myself from launching a fault-finding mission; I tend to take them whenever a mirror is around.
Ms. Nappy Head…Thunder thighs!…Try Jenny Craig!…Call me when you lose 50 pounds!
Stop it! I may not be an expert on guys, but I’m pretty sure insecurity is frowned upon. I splash cold water on my face and think back to India.Arie’s lyrics.
“I’m not the average girl from your video
And I ain’t built like a supermodel
But I learned to love myself unconditionally
Because I am a queen”
I repeat the words over and over like a mantra and feel my confidence build as I use a moist towelette to wipe myself clean.
I open the door to find Adam standing right in front of me with the wine and two glasses. He’s wearing nothing but a grin on his face. I reflexively drop my eyes to the floor and he lifts my chin to look at him again.
“Don’t be shy to look at me, Maya. It turns me on that you’d want to check me out.”
He stands with his feet apart and gives me a slow spin.
“You must know I’m always looking at you, too.”
I can feel the color rise in my face but I force myself to look him up and down before lingering on his cock.
My stare seems to make it harden. He’s well-groomed, with a small thatch of hair surrounding the base of his dick and no hair elsewhere.
His dick curves up and slightly to the left, thick and beautifully veiny.
His foreskin sits tightly around his head, which juts out like an unripe plum, glistening with fresh precum. I bite my lip.
“If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to fuck you right here against the wall and wine will have to wait again.” His words are both a threat and a dare. I love making him growl.
Without thinking, I reach for him and my fingers close around his girth. I hum in appreciation; I know exactly how great this cock can make a woman feel. Adam puts his hand on top, seemingly to stop me, before closing around mine instead.
He moves my hand up and down and I step closer; close enough to bite his shoulder and hear him swear under his breath.
“Damnit, Maya…Uh…oh…Are you not going to…let me fuck you again?” His voice sounds pained, but he’s not desperate enough; not like I am for him.
“Hmm. I don’t know. I really enjoy ignoring your little warnings.” He starts to chuckle but stops when I tighten my grip and increase my speed. He tries to slow my hand, but I resist.
“God, Maya…Didn’t I…Didn’t I make you feel good? When I was inside you?” My hands slow as I remember our union earlier and he seizes the opportunity to reach for my kitty. She started purring once I opened the bathroom door, and now my wetness is slowly dripping down my inner thigh.
“When I pushed into you and hit you in exactly the right spot?” To demonstrate, he presses his middle finger firmly against my g-spot, his thumb rubbing against my clit. I can feel the ridges of his fingerprint against my sex and widen my stance.
“Mmmm. You definitely…make me feel…gooooood.” I stretch the word out involuntarily when he adds another finger to my pussy, pumping in and out.
Who fucking knows what happened to that wine.
That thought pulls me out of my sex haze enough to remember I’m trying to gain some semblance of control.
Right now, it feels like he’s John Legend and I’m just a piano.
I re-tighten my grip, shrug his hand off mine, and stroke him with torturously perfect pressure.
His thigh muscles flex and his chest huffs from the effort of resisting his release.
“Maybe if you beg,” I taunt. His midnight eyes consume me and he pushes his fingers harder against my g-spot in a deep thrust.
“Please.” Oh my goodness! I have to clench my jaw and focus on breathing deeply not to cry out. A few breaths later, I regain my composure…barely.
“Please what?” I try to smile, but I can feel my lips quivering with need. He begins making a come hither gesture with the fingers inside me and I’m forced to release my grip on his cock and clutch his shoulders for balance. He smiles at me like the cat who ate the canary.
“Please let me fuck you, Maya.” Thankfully, he withdraws from me before I cum and end my very short stint as a dominatrix. I simply nod, unable to trust my voice.
He takes me by the wrist and marches me back into the bedroom.
Rather than pull the sheets back, he bends me over the bed, nudging my feet wider so he can stand between them.
I know what’s coming, so I arch my back for a better angle.
He quickly sheaths himself and kisses my opening with the tip of his shaft.
“I never would’ve guessed a nice girl like you would make me beg.” He caresses my ass in light circles, raising goosebumps all over my body.
“Who said I was nice?” My voice is breathy. I can’t keep hiding how crazy he’s driving me.
“Oh, you’re very nice.” And with that, he takes hold of my hips and pushes into me a single inch. He flexes his hips again and again, pumping inside me shallowly. Every time I push back against him to deepen his penetration, he pulls back to prevent it. I practically grunt in frustration.
“Goddammit, Adam. Fuck me already!” He lets out a wicked laugh and deepens his stroke…but not deep enough.
“Mmm. Maybe you are naughty after all.” He smacks my butt then smooths the sharp pain with a sensual pet. The unexpected sensation causes me to tighten around him and he pushes in another inch. He still denies me, refusing to fill me all the way.
Taking matters into my own hands (literally), I reach between my legs to massage his balls; they are drawn tight and feel heavy in my palm.
I push back while he’s distracted until he’s fully embedded inside me.
My pussy is stretched tightly around his cock and I feel his thighs on the back of my ass.
“Tsk tsk tsk. So impatient!” His voice is mocking, but he starts a steady rhythm in and out of my streaming cunt. I feel like I’m burning, like my nerve endings are being stripped bare and raw. Sex with Adam is so intense, so heated, so wanton.
My hands grasp the sheets tightly and my thighs begin to tremble.
“Adam. God, I’m so close.” He picks up the pace and reaches around to rub my clit. I shake my head vehemently side to side, the pleasure overwhelming.
“Cum for me, Maya. I want to feel you go molten on my dick. No one’s ever been this tight, this hot. Cum for me!”
I follow his instructions and shatter around his cock, my senses reeling. Several strokes later, I feel the telltale jerk of his hips as he cums, filling the condom with his warm ejaculation. We both are breathing like we’ve just run a race.
Fully spent, I let myself drop down to the bed and snuggle into the sheets, the exertion seeping into my muscles.
He nudges me further onto the bed and pulls the sheets over us before spooning behind me.
One arm is wrapped possessively around my waist. I cuddle closer against him before a sudden realization hits me right in the chest: we’ve just made love.