Maya by Shayne Ford

13

MCKENNA

As our lips connect,I feel her breath, the quiver in her body, her emotions buried in her touch, and I realize Maya Torres is a different woman.

I knew it the moment fate has decided to bring her back to me. The day Maya and Tara walked into the room, I was waiting to see two strangers.

I saw it in her eyes and later in the way she talked.

Maya, the beautiful, vulnerable woman with hunger brimming at the edge of her skin, her tears stashed away, and her words confined to the quietest corners of her heart was no longer in sight.

The woman I fell for a year ago––although I couldn’t admit it at that point––has healed her wounds.

I loved that woman, and I thought about her many times. I held onto the idea of her, despite the thousands of miles between us.

Something told me we weren’t over.

And something told me the woman in the red dress will be forever gone.

When I met her, she was wounded.

I’ve never had that experience, but I’ve seen it in other people. They go through the motions, their chests are hollows, and their hearts are numb.

Nothing feels the way it used to. They’re empty shells for a while.

It happened to her too.

Unknowingly, I breathed life into her heart. Reawakened it.

And today, her heart is full of life, throbbing for many other things than a man’s love.

I brought it to life and got locked out.

With that being said, she is still mine.

She is so much mine; it makes everything I’ve lived this past year look like someone else’s life.

Whether I admitted it or not, I’ve waited for her, and here she is. Beautiful, whole, still filled with love.

I cup her face and drink her in. Her eyes are soft, affectionate, her lips curled into a smile.

My fingers go down to her neck and then lower to her shoulder. Her skin is tanned, setting a contrast to her pretty dress.

Her eyes squint against the sun as she looks at me.

“Do you want to go in the water?” I ask softly, my eyes dipping slightly, taking in the swell of her chest and her hips.

She moves her eyes to the ocean.

The shoreline looks hazy in the distance, but it’s clear, inviting, closer to where we are.

“Yes, sure,” she says, smiling and looking back at me.

I pull up and help her to rise.

“Can you please unzip me?” she says, turning her back to me and brushing all her hair to the side.

My eyes stall on her delicate neck, her fingers, her blonde hair, and her shoulders.

I grip the zipper pull and slowly slide it down, taking my time, inhaling her scent, studying every detail.

Every part of her.

Smoothly, I slide my palms across her back to open it widely and later, to take it off completely, undressing her.

She turns around and smiles––too soon.

I wanted to drink in her body a little longer.

A knowing smile tugs at her lips. She knows what’s going on in my mind.

“Now you.”

“Me…” I murmur, unzipping my pants.

She moves closer to slide her hands inside my shirt and peel it off my shoulders before her eyes go down as she unbuttons the last few buttons.

We drop the clothes on the beach blanket before she glances at me furtively.

“What?” I murmur, a smile tickling my lips.

“Have you worked out lately?” she asks, blushing.

“I’m bigger than I used to be. Is that it?”

She gives me a soft nod, her eyes dipping to my abs and then my swimming shorts.

I laugh as I catch her eyeing my bulge.

She realizes as she lifts her gaze.

Grinning wryly, she spins away toward the water. I catch her, cuff her wrist and pull her back to me before snaking my arms around her.

Our bodies meet for real after all this time, skin on skin, her soft breasts pressed against my hard chest, her thighs touching my legs, her hands moving up my back. Mine down her backside.

I can’t wait to feel her intimately again.

I feel her softness, her heat, while I’m getting hard. Softly, I brush her hair away from her face, kiss her cheek, and murmur in her ear.

“I’m just as big as I was before,” I say, my hard-on pulsing against her belly.

Her eyes narrow with a lustful smile, her cheeks turning scarlet from the sun, and the blood pooled in her face.

I run my thumb over her cheek, my eyes hovering over her face.

“Even if fate and time want to play with us again, I will not let go of you,” I say.

She doesn’t say a word before I kiss her again and murmur against her lips.

“Whatever time we have, I’ll make it worthwhile for you,” I say.

She presses her body into mine, her hand fanning over my back, her fingers going down my side.

By now, my hard-on stirs again, pointing up.

My hand moves toward her bikini bottom, my index finger sliding under the elastic strap.

She brings her hand to my shorts and palms my erection through the fabric.

I’m getting hot. So hot, my hand slides completely inside her panties, fingers splayed across her butt. Feeling her naked under my touch only makes me harder.

“We can’t do anything here…” I say, smiling, noticing a couple walking away in the distance.

“I know,” she says. “I’m sorry.”

She tries to tear her hand away. I stop her.

“That’s not what I meant.”

Her grin makes me smile.

“We shouldn’t do it at all,” she says, her gestures contradicting her words.

She comes back to me, her hand concealed between us, her palm open over my hard-on, her chest touching mine.

I look down, taking in the swell of her breasts, feeling her hand on my groin. If only my waistband could go a little lower.

We must have the same thought as she tips her gaze down and presses the waistband down before closing her first around my crown.

Her touch reverberates inside my body.

“Fuck…” I murmur, throbbing under her touch.

Her eyes get heavy with pleasure.

“Let’s lie down,” I say quietly.

I nudge her back to the blanket before we lower ourselves and lie down, facing each other.

“Now do that again…” I say, observing her through my lashes, hungry for her lips.

She moves closer to me, and everything becomes our secret when she slides her fingers down my abs, pushes the waistband of my swimming shorts a little lower, and grips the tip of my erection.

My lips part, my eyes closing briefly as I enjoy every second of pleasure and every bit of friction.

She moves her fist, stroking me up and down and around, making my balls draw tight.

It’s so good, I slide my hand down her thigh and lower my touch between her legs.

“We still can’t do much here…” I say, drunk on her touch, dripping in her hand, smoothly moving my hand up, trailing the seam of her thighs, asking for access.

She pulls her knee up slightly to open her legs. It’s enough room for me to brush her pussy through her panties, press my thumb along her slit, and run the back of my knuckles against her folds.

She doesn’t say a word as I slide my fingers down, tug at the elastic fabric until I clear my way, and touch the smooth skin encasing her clit.

A soft gasp falls from her lips, her eyelids going down, her stare heavy with delight.

Her expression permeates my brain, sending more blood below my waist.

I roll my hips slightly, entering her fist, longing for more friction. She spreads the bead of moisture down my length and grabs me a little lower, and then lower again until she cuffs the root of my erection and splays her fingers over my balls.

Her eyes go up to me.

“You want to finish me,” I say quietly.

Her eyes glint with a smile.

Slowly, she massages my balls before running her hand up and down again. And again.

“I guess you do…” I murmur, tipping my gaze down, watching the slow motion as she pushes her hand down my pants and strokes me without flinching.

I bite my lip and clench my butt, trying to hold back.

My lip hurts as I sink my teeth into it, my eyes getting quickly foggy, perusing the close contact between her hand and my erection.

The tip is smooth, red, wet, the veins plump, snaking around the had flesh.

I lower my mouth to her ear.

“If you make me cum, we come together,” I say.

She nods softly.

I hover over her, both propped on our elbows, concealing what’s going on between us.

My lips trail down, placing kisses on her neck while my hand slinks inside her panties, my middle finger sliding inside her center.

She jerks against me, clenching fast, her touch tightening around my dick.

I move my finger, reveling in the wetness coating my touch, my thumb stroking her clit at the same time.

“Oh…” she moans.

Her nipples push against her bra, her chest heaving deliciously.

I bury my face in her hair and kiss her shoulder, so tempted to pull the strap of her bra down as well.

I veer to her mouth and breathe into her as we make a trip to a spike of pleasure.

She rubs my flesh harder and longer, touching my balls every time she reaches my root while I dip my finger deeper, drops of wetness trickling down my hand.

All I want right now is to fill her up and feel her hot and wet around my hardness.

I add another finger, my mouth hovering over her mouth. She moans, her eyelids falling over her eyes, her head tilted back, her rhythm increasing while her center gets even hotter, wetter.

“I can’t…” she whispers, breathing shallowly before I use two fingers to thrust into her repeatedly.

Our mouths crash against each other, our tongues entangling, as we get there fast.

She pushes against my touch while I shoot my load against her hand, the tension on our bodies surging before crashing, the sounds brewing in our chests muffled.

We kiss through the height of pleasure before we gradually slow down, her hand wet from my release, mine soaked from her juices.

* * *

MAYA

My gripon him slackens while his fingers slide smoothly out of me.

We look drunk.

Drunk on each other.

Dazed.

Both breathing shakily.

He is still hard while I’m still pulsing.

This was intense. It’s him, the place, the build-up to this moment. I never thought we’d do it here, but we have a history of doing it in public, although there’s no one on the beach right now.

The place is wild and empty.

He falls to his back and covers his face with his hand, discreetly pulling his shorts up, covering himself.

My eyes trail down his chest and abs, his tattoos, and his shoulders. Tiny drops of sweat trickle down his neck.

It’s hot.

I lean on him and kiss the salty skin below his ear before trailing his neck with the tip of my tongue.

He snakes his arm around me, bringing me on top of him. His hand rests on my butt, the other still covering his eyes.

I kiss him slowly, my hair sliding over his chest.

He peels his hand away from his face and squints against the sun, peering at me.

“You’re as hot as I remember,” he says quietly.

“So are you.”

“I thought you wanted to take it slowly,” he says, a teasing smile creeping across his lips.

“I am.”

He studies me.

“No. That’s not what I mean,” I say. “I want to feel safe.”

“Do you feel now?”

“A little… Yeah…” I say, smiling.

“You make my job really easy…” he says, flashing a sexy smile.

I prop the tip of my chin against his pecs while he brings his hand to my back and looks down at my body.

“What are you looking at?”

“I want to feel you against me,” he says, his fingers reaching the back of my bra.

I tilt my head to the side and check the shore.

He unties the back and moves the cups to the sides, so it looks like I have my bra on when in fact, my boobs are crushed against his chest.

He hardens against me.

“Now, make sure you cover my hard-on with your body,” he says, smiling.

I press my face against his chest and breathe out a muffled laugh.

His hand comes to the back of my hair.

“We could do this in the open in Europe.”

“Making out?”

He chuckles.

“This was a bit more than making out, but let’s say it was that… No. Topless sunbathing.”

“Mmm…”

I keep my cheek glued to his chest, listening to his heartbeats.

“What makes you feel better?” he asks, stroking my hair.

Not looking at him, I ponder, my eyes trained on the ragged coastline sprawling out north of us.

“It’s more than what you think.”

“Tell me…”

“When we met last year…” I start. “Do you think I would’ve been with you had I not felt safe?”

Maybe it’s only me, but his heartbeats seem to tick faster.

I tilt my gaze to him, still fully pressed against his body, almost naked on top of him, his erection pressing into me.

“There was something about you…” I continue. “And I knew it from the very beginning, although my intuition hadn’t been my best ally up until you. With you, it was different. I knew I looked desperate. And I probably was,” I say, smiling.

His lips curve into a grin.

“You were…” he admits. “And I loved it.”

I hide my face and laugh against his chest.

“I’m so embarrassed.”

“You shouldn’t be,” he says, threading his fingers through my hair. “I thought it was sexy.”

I lift my gaze to him to argue.

“No one finds desperation sexy.”

“If they don’t, it’s usually because they don’t like that person.”

“So you liked me?” I say.

“Is that even a question?”

I rest my cheek on his chest, my arms looped around his neck.

“Thank you for saying that. I was pretty bad.”

“There was nothing bad about you. You went through some tough time.”

A few moments of silence pass while I ponder.

“In the end, it’s good that we were away from each other,” I say thoughtfully.”

“What makes you say that?”

Our eyes connect.

“I like who I am right now. Looking back, I was a shadow of who I am today. And you deserved a whole woman. The same way I deserved to be able to hold my head high. That wasn’t the case when we met back then… So… Things are good,” I say, pushing up to him.

I thread my fingers through his hair and kiss his lips. His erection twitches against me.

“If we keep doing this…” he says before I crush his lips with mine again.

“Maybe we should go in the water to cool off,” I murmur.

He laughs.

“Yeah… Maybe. Too late for that.”

I tighten my arms around his neck and hug him.

Another few seconds pass.

“I had trust in you too,” he says seriously this time. “Back then…” he adds. “And throughout this past year. Something told me you wouldn’t disappoint me.”

With that, he rolls with me, and I end up beneath his body.

We kiss for a few long moments, tormenting ourselves, aroused out of our minds before he breaks away from me and fixes my bra and his shorts. Also adjusting his package.

“Let’s get in the ocean,” he says laughing, and pulling me up before we sprint to the water having no care in the world.