A SURGE OF SENSATION
209 Words
Maya couldn't find the words to tease him anymore. The "Mr. Clark" persona she’d joked about moments ago was gone, replaced by the raw intensity of the man who knew exactly how to unravel her.
A slow-build pressure that felt like a coiled spring. Heavy with the scent of vanilla, expensive cologne, and the lingering electricity of the night before. Every touch felt amplified in the quiet of the morning.
As the pleasure reached a fever pitch, Maya’s breath hitched. She called out his name, Elias! her voice a fragile thread of sound, as she finally gave in to the wave crashing over her.
Elias didn't stop there. He moved back up the bed, trailing burning kisses along her ribs until he was hovering inches from her face, his chest heaving. He looked at her—flushed, beautiful, and completely his—and a smirk played on his lips.
"Round four?" he whispered, his hands sliding down to pull her hips flush against his. "I think we're just getting started.”
Maya blurted, what? Are you planning to do this all day? Elias started caressing Maya again and kissing her in places maya never imagined to be kissed. She is not hesitating, but she so into the moment. Then.
- Writer
