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This chapter contains: smut, explicit language for my freaky deaky bitches. Enjoy !
MAYA COULD NOT mask the look of wildness that had firmly set in her brooding hazel green eyes. She wanted Ebén to match it; but his energy read that he was slightly reluctant. The not so tinted hospital windows should have served as a deterrent that privacy didn't exist; but she chose to crowd out such reservations when she wanted what she wanted.
His raspy growl liked to demand but never demean. His husk wasn't friendly, often goading Maya's unresisting body to yield itself to him completely.
Maya loved that he was such a domineering brute in the bedroom; he made her feel more like a bad student in the prestigious school of Ebén Cástro.
"Baby, we're... in a hospital?" said Ebén, pointing out the glaringly obvious and silently wondered how and when his wife had gotten this naughty. He found himself connecting the dots that his own sexual deviancy had rubbed off on his once-frigid wife.
For two people who lived heavily scrutinised lives in the public eye; they sometimes couldn't wait — having a constant need to do it often whilst their entourage stood in as watch-guard, turning a blind eye.
"You scared or somethin?" Maya tormented him slowly with her hazel green eyes centred to his moist lips that were now wet with all the licking he had been doing to hide his subtle fear of losing her.
"No?" Ebén tried to dismiss, but his attempt at an assertion came out unassured.
She craved being fed by his mouth-watering piece and missed the fetid taste of his climax being rocketed into her mouth and in her core.
"So, what is it going to be, sport?"
Maya looked onto her husband; tense but expectant that he would cave into her demands. Her eyes grew wider with expectancy wondering how long she was about to wait for him to give his answer. Her mind was already there — feeling her core intensely throb at the thought of his tongue doing its worst.
"Somebody could walk in?" Ebén tried to get her to rationalise that she was asking a lot of him, but deep deep inside him, he wanted the same thing.
Maya stood, unphased, "And when has that ever stopped us?"
She was right, it hadn't and Ebén could no longer come up with any more reasons as to why what they wanted to do shouldn't happen. A heavy pull of lust magnetised Ebén to sit and watch her slid her thong down from her curved waist and let it hang by her ankles. He was fixated on each inch of her brown skin; passional brown orbs casing his forever and was determined not to let the naughty minx out of his sight.
He wanted to tell her to stop undressing and save this show for when they would be in the privacy of their own home. But those words never left his mouth.
He felt something tight pack his trousers and had the impetus to rub on it — but knew that by showing her his hand, things would get... very messy. He opted to loosen his tie with hopes that it would quell the heat.
"Maya, you're killin' me," Ebén purred roughly but his eyes had already lost its way and he was staring at her intensely like he was about to start something.
Something that would only leave her with flushed-sweaty skin and cure her ache, and his too.
"Good," she replied defiantly, with her thong now firmly clasped within her first. She threw the laced material behind her and watched his eyes follow it.
Her hazel green eyes had now lowered; the partial opening of his fully inked chest had now caught her attention which made her chew hard on her lip.
His hard hands continued to pull at his tie, the urge to just stroke it was way too great to ignore but he was trying to teach his bad student not to succumb.
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