“You’re having fun at my expense.”
“I’m having alotof fun.”Her toes press down harder.“That’s a pretty large expanse.”
I huff out a breath.
“I’d like to analyze it closely sometime.”She looks at me, all innocent.
I lean across the table, “You’ll be analyzing a wet patch, if you continue.”
Her lips break out into a luscious smile, and all I can think about is having them wrapped around my length.I shiver.I still want to take things slowly, but the heat between us makes that impossible.
She doesn’t stop, and at this rate, I’m not even going to be able to order.“I mean it, Maya.I won’t be able to …”
“Can I get you guys anything?”A friendly waitress appears.
Maya peruses the menu patiently, while I struggle to regulate my breathing.She purposely makes things unbearable when her big toe skates all over my hardness.Teasing and tempting me.Taking me over the edge.Looking at her, no one would have any idea of what she’s doing.
I can’t linger anymore.“I need to go.Something urgent has come up.”
Maya gasps, and her foot stills on my crotch, but my cock now has a mind of its own, and it’s telling me that food isn’t important.
“You’re not hungry?”She’s infuriatingly coquettish, and aware of what she’s done.
“Not for food,sweetheart.” I turn to the waitress.“I’m sorry, but we need to leave.Another time, perhaps.”
“Sure.”She walks away like it’s not a big deal.
Despite saying I wanted to take things slow, I don’t see how I can, especially when I’m about to shoot my load any second now.I stand up.
“Are we going?”Maya asks, still playing the innocent virgin.
I bend down and lean into her ear.“You’ll becomingsoon, if you’re not careful.”
That does it.She grabs her bag, and I grab my briefcase, using it to cover the obvious bulge in my pants.
***
MAYA
The cab ride is mercifully short.In no time at all the cab pulls up outside the Tribeca apartment.
We rush upstairs.The door closes behind us, we’re on each other.Hands everywhere, mouths desperate, clothes tugged and pushed aside in clumsy urgency.Zach backs me up against the door and we kiss like the starving teenagers who were denied these moments long ago.
I’ve been dreaming of this.Such longing for this boy who stole my heart.I inhale his breath as his lips brush across my face, and then his face dips lower to my neck, my jawline, and lower still.He starts to flick open the buttons to my blouse.We’re a tangled mess of need and want, sharpened by years of deprivation, frustration gone unattended for so long and now crashing into a single, overwhelming peak.
I’m delirious with need, my fingers reaching down to undo the button and zipper of his trousers, but my hand slips lower, skating over his big, hard bulge.My insides ache, desperate for him now; for everything we’ve held back.
“Jesus, Maya,” he growls, his voice low with need.“I want to savor you and take it slow, but”
My tongue darts out and licks his lower lip.“I need you inside me now.”
He obeys, backing me towards the couch, and all the while we pull each other’s clothes off.My breaths turn shallow and fast and soon I’m standing in front of him wearing just my underwear, while he’s in his boxer briefs.We’re silent, on the edge of something that has been a long time coming.
I gasp when he quickly drags my panties down to my ankles and before I can breathe again, he’s on his knees, staring directly at my sex, his eyes fixated there.
I feel exposed and vulnerable.We’ve never been this vulnerable before.
“I’ve never seen you naked like this,” he whispers.He reaches for me, his fingers lightly tracing around my neatly trimmed hairs.
