Marina One Shot (EN) - Part 2

Better Boyfriend

Maya had closed her eyes when she felt Carina's hands sliding over her belly, as Alberto Bof's The Distance Between Us played in the nightclub, the lights dimmed.

She was already hot, her body was already sweating, long before she felt her body pressed against hers.

The Italian's lips rested under her ear and she couldn't stop her head from tilting back, to feel her breath a little further down her neck.

They moved as if in slow motion, both at the same cadence. Maya could tell that the brunette also had her eyes closed.

The blonde had raised one of her arms to take Carina's sweating neck in her hand and she felt her swallow, before releasing another breath against her skin, sending shivers down her spine.

The Italian's lips had come to kiss her neck and one of the brunette's hands had slid from her belly towards her thigh, while the other had moved up towards her throat, passing over one of her breasts, as they danced as sensually as ever.

Maya's lips had closed to swallow, just before her tongue passed over her lips, before her mouth opened again and a heavy breath escaped.

Carina's mouth had moved up from the base of the blonde's neck to her jaw. The American could feel that the Italian's body was as feverish as her own.

The brunette had kissed her jaw and Maya had finally turned around in her arms, without stopping to dance.

The hand previously on the blonde's thigh had come to rest on one of her buttocks, and the Italian's other hand had come against Maya's bare upper back, which was in a tight tank top.

Their foreheads had pressed together, their noses brushing against each other, but neither of them had opened their eyes.

Carina's hands had slid down Maya's body, under her arms and around her neck. The blonde had allowed herself to be taken in, then the brunette's hands had caressed her biceps to come to rest again against Maya's buttocks, both of them this time.

She'd brought her closer to her body as one of the blonde's hands had slid against the upper back of the Italian, also in a tank top, while her other hand had found refuge against the nape of the brunette's neck.

They both breathed with half-open lips, and Carina had been the first to finally bring her lips close. She'd brought them close enough for Maya to feel their presence, but she hadn't kissed her, so the blonde had pressed down on her hand and come to close the gap between them.

It had been far too long since she'd tasted her lips. That they hadn't tasted those lips.

Their hands had moved over each other's bodies to the rhythm of the music and their kisses had matched it, but they hadn't stopped dancing sensually.

She didn't know how much time had passed between the two moments, but Maya had felt her back crash against the door, closing it in her path. Carina had turned the latch before putting her hands back on the blonde.

One of her hands had come to the side of Maya's neck and she had pulled the Italian's face back.

-"Your brother isn't going to say anything about us coming to his office?"

-"I'll make it up to him later".

Carina had come to kiss Maya again and Maya had turned her against the door, her hands had come down on the Italian's buttocks.

The brunette had moved forward, making the blonde back up to the desk. Maya had put her hands under her own skirt and removed her underwear.
The brunette had stepped back slightly and her gaze had become even darker, if that was possible.