Chapter 27
Although Maya eagerly answers my kiss, we move slowly. My tongue glides against hers, smooth as silk, caressing softly but certain. I revel in how our mouths fit together so perfectly.
She faintly tastes of mint, mixed with something I can’t describe.
Something that makes me want to taste more of her.
I slide my hands along her sides, making her shiver under my touch and moan inside my mouth, before pulling her closer against me.
Her fingers grab the fabric of my shirt around my chest and she clings to it for grounding.
We kiss with a different kind of hunger.
Not one born out of desperation or need, but one born out of the choices we both made today.
When she finally breaks the kiss, my breathing has sped up.
I hold my eyes closed for another brief moment, lingering on the feeling of her in my mouth.
My whole face tingles. When my eyes flutter open, she is looking at me with those bright blue eyes.
Her hand comes up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear and stays resting against my cheek.
With her thumb she softly caresses my cheekbone and I feel myself melt into her touch.
All the anxiety of the past few days starts to seep out of me.
Marta, Cruz, even the fact that my injury got me benched for the week.
The only thing that matters is that Maya is here, with me.
“You should rest,” she whispers so closely that I can feel her lips brush against mine.
“So should you,” I reply, smiling softly, as she hums.
I am bone tired, but having her in my arms fills me with a new kind of energy that I can’t describe.
She shouldn’t even be here. She should be at home in her own bed.
Yet, it feels like the only thing that makes sense right now.
Her lips brush so softly against mine that, for a moment, I wonder if I dreamed it.
A soft sigh falls from my lips. Maya grabs my hand and slowly leads me to the bedroom.
The tea stays behind on the table, completely forgotten.
She doesn’t rush, but when the bedroom door closes behind us, she hooks her nimble fingers under the hem of my shirt, gently taking it off. Her breath hitches, as if she surprises herself, and she stares at me with those big eyes.
She slides her fingertips softly over my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. It is as if she is mapping every little part of me. Every mole, every scar, every line that can be drawn between them.
Her lips part slightly as she tenderly moves her fingers over my collarbone, to rest on my shoulder for a brief moment. She bends forward to press them there, where my skin is still glowing from her touch.
When she moves her head back to look at me, my bra falls free.
When the hell did she do that? She pulls it down over my arms with a coy smile, and it drops to the floor.
When she presses her lips to my left nipple, I gasp, nearly unable to process what is happening.
The kiss is soft and tender, just like the others.
But even though the contact is feather-light, I arch my back into her— wanting to feel every touch she is willing to give me.
She rewards me by moving her palm over my right nipple and then taking it between her fingers.
When she rolls it, a bolt of electricity shoots right through me, soaking me completely.
“Maya…” I plead, wanting even more of her. Needing more of her.
She just smiles as her hand dips lower down my belly.
Slowly dragging it to the button of my jeans.
She opens it with a flick of her hand, while her tongue runs over my nipple again.
I feel her pulling the zipper down and I have to bite the inside of my cheek so that I won’t buck my hips into her.
Her mouth trails down slowly as she lowers my jeans and underwear, and I step out of them when she looks up at me from the floor. Fuck, she is so perfect.
She smiles softly as if she heard my thought and trails kisses back up until she reaches my lips.
Then she turns us and backs me up until I hit the edge of the bed.
She lowers me down with such gentle care, that I am sure now that I am dreaming.
But when she sinks to her own knees in front of me and kisses the inside of my thigh, every fiber in my body feels alert and awake.
“So responsive,” she murmurs, her breath ghosting over my wet core.
She slowly drags a finger over my heat and I can feel myself drip all over it. I let out a moan and her eyes instantly meet mine.
“Tell me what you need, El…”
Her voice is raspy and low now, sending shivers down my spine.
“You… I need you, Maya.”
She is on me before I can finish speaking her name. Her mouth searching for mine, her nails softly scratching my sides. I want to wrap my hands around her, but she chuckles and slides down again before I can—her mouth leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses.
When she pushes against the inside of my leg, my thighs fall open for her.
I watch as her pupils dilate, but can’t keep my eyes focused when she presses her mouth against me.
Suddenly I feel her everywhere. Her lips are around my clit, which she circles slowly with her tongue, while she fills me with two fingers at the same time.
My head falls back as I let out a loud moan.
I feel her smile against me, but she doesn’t ease up. She holds me down tightly and increases the pressure. Her fingers move into me faster and then she curls them just right. All my nerve endings are on edge and my whole body is screaming for release.
“Ma…ya…” I gasp, barely able to breathe.
My fingers claw at the sheets and my chest rises and falls faster and faster.
Her grip intensifies right before she flicks her tongue directly over my clit and the whole world falls away.
It is as if the sky splits in two and falls open.
A rush coursing through my body like waves crashing on the sand. Each one a new jolt of electricity.
I feel myself dripping into her mouth and all over her chin, but she keeps her tongue on me. Licking me until I am so sensitive that I can only shake. Only then does she remove her mouth to quickly undress herself.
She slides next to me onto the bed and pulls the covers over us. I am too dazed to protest, and when she kisses me I can taste exactly why. She breaks away and smiles at me.
“You are so beautiful. I don’t think I love anything more than you coming undone for me like that.”
The words are so casually spoken, but they edge into my soul. Somewhere in the back of my mind a voice screams this is going too fast, but I push it away. I pull her in to kiss her, but before I can flip us, she puts her hand on my sternum.
“No. Tonight was all about you, and now you need to sleep.”
I want to protest but she simply shakes her head, and I find myself swallowing the words. For once I allow someone else to tell me what to do. I nod weakly.
“Stay?” I plead.
She wraps her arm around my waist in an answer, and puts her head on my chest.
“I’m not going anywhere, darling.”
***
The soft light falls in a perfect beam on her naked back. It highlights every dip of her muscles while giving her skin a golden glow. Her cheek is still pressed to my chest and her fingers are holding on to me tightly, as if she is scared I’ll disappear while she sleeps.
I press my nose against the top of her head and inhale the faint smell of shampoo that still lingers in her hair. It reminds me of honey and jasmine, the smells of warm, sultry nights. When did you become so poetic? I blink. Then I smile. With her, who cares?
I softly run my finger over her spine until her eyes blink open. She looks confused for a moment until her eyes find mine and a soft smile curls her lips.
“Hi,” she breathes.
I don’t reply, but simply press my lips against hers.
The taste of me still lingers faintly on her.
The sigh that escapes me surprises us both.
Maya breaks away for a moment, her hand resting against my jaw while her eyes explore me.
They are dark with desire. The same desire that is now coursing through my body.
How did you ever get this lucky? Maya still wants me.
After all that she saw, she is still here in my bed.
No matter how hard I tried to push her away.
I am drawn to her like gravity. Undeniable.
“Elena?” she asks in a soft voice.
The tenderness in her question makes my breath hitch. I take her hand in mine and press my lips against her knuckles, unable to speak. Her eyes keep searching my face, but I just smile. It is all I can do in this moment. Smile.
When I kiss her again and our breaths mingle together, something in my chest breaks open. She opens her lips and I slide my tongue in, drinking in the taste of her. The feeling of our mouths together is already so familiar, so right, that it makes my head spin. How could I have ever fought this?
Maya moans so softly it is almost a whimper.
The sound vibrates against my lips. Her hips buck slightly when I deepen the kiss and I can no longer contain myself.
I let my hand slide down from her jaw over her chest and her incredibly soft side, before slipping it between us.
She parts her legs before I even have to ask her, more than willing to let me in. Such a good girl.
I glance at her–at those blue eyes, now wide with anticipation. I’m already wet just from the way she looks at me. With that burning desire that only I can seem to extinguish. And I am nothing if not good with fire.
I bend over and trail my mouth along the curve of her neck.
I scrape my teeth over her skin and she arches up into me, pressing her wet core against my hand, looking for friction.
Normally I would tease, I would edge. But in this moment all I want to do is give Maya exactly what she wants.
What she needs. What we are both begging for.
My fingertips find her entrance and I lift my head to glance at her.
“Please, Elena,” she whimpers. “I need you.”
When I slide two fingers inside her heat, she lets out a low groan. My fingers are immediately soaked with her as she clenches around them. The feeling alone is almost enough to make me come. I move slow but press deep and she digs her nails into my shoulders.
She bites her bottom lip, making me want to kiss it. To take it between my own teeth. To lick over it as it’s bruised. The sight makes me even wetter and I increase my speed. Maya moans in approval and her eyes enlarge when I add a third finger, stretching her.
“Fuck, Elena… I…”
Her breathing is erratic now and she presses her head back into the pillow. Her eyes are squeezed shut as she opens just a little wider to take all of me. Her surrender is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I bring my lips to her ear and let my breath ghost over her skin for a moment.
“Tell me what you need,” I rumble, my voice lower than it ever has been.
“I… need… to come for you,” she pants.
Maya presses her hips against the palm of my hand, coating it with her wetness, searching for friction.
I grin and oblige by running my thumb over her clit.
It is so hard that even the lightest touch makes her shiver and cry for more.
I press my fingers deeper, curl them against her sensitive spot, and flick her clit again.
“Then come for me,” I growl while nipping at her throat.
That is all it takes. Another flick as my teeth scrape her skin and I can feel her walls clench tightly around my fingers.
Her mouth opens up in a silent gasp, my name falling like a wordless whisper from her lips.
Her nails rake down my back and I hiss at the arousing sensation, making me press my fingers even deeper in her.
Her whole body shivers now and she comes undone right there under my hands.
Bucking, gasping, arching. And I make sure she rides it out until every touch is too much, and she can remember nothing but my name.
Because I will remember nothing else but hers.