Him:
I can't even count the times I've fantasized about this; kissing Maya, touching her skin, pressing my body against her... God, if I'm dreaming, don't let me wake up.
I scoop her up and carry her over to the bed, my body is practically trembling with need and desire. I lay Maya back carefully, my hands roam over her body as I drink in the sight of her laid out beneath me.
"Staring much?" She asks with a smirk.
I don't even try to deny it, my eyes are pretty much eating her up as I take in the beauty of her laying before me.
"Fuck yes, I'm staring." I mutter. "I can't get enough of looking at you like this. You're beautiful, spread out beneath me, all mine."
"I'm not yours, biker boy."
"Like hell you aren't." I growl. "You're mine whether you want to admit it or not. I've wanted you for years, I'm not letting you go."
"Shut up and kiss me again." Maya says as she pulls me closer.
I kiss her and take the time to explore her mouth with my tongue as I keep her body pinned to the bed. My hands wander over her body. I pull away to give some attention to her neck, kissing and biting along the sensitive spots, making sure I leave my mark on her. I need everyone to know that she's mine, that she belongs to me.
My hands slide up under her shirt, tracing the skin of her stomach with my fingers. I tug at the hem, my hands slipping under again it in an attempt to take it off.
"Lift your arms for me, princesa." I mutter.
"Say please?" Maya whispers.
I huff out a breath at her order, my patience is wearing thin and the only thing I want is to fuck her right here, right now. I look at her in hopes that she is joking, but she isn't, so I decide to obey and swallow my pride.
"Please." I mumble. "Lift your arms for me, please."
I grin when Maya finally lifts her arms, allowing me to pull the shirt off of her. Fuck me, she's not wearing a bra. My hands immediately start exploring the newly exposed skin, tracing every inch of her body.
"Look at you." I whisper. "Joder, you're gorgeous."
I kiss my way down to her tits and I move my lips to her left nipple, taking it in my mouth, my tongue swirls over the soft flesh, as my hand grabs her right breast.
Maya arches her body towards me, giving me the confirmation that I needed to keep going. I reach the waistband of her jeans, gripping her hips as I look up.
"Can I take these off?" I mutter, my fingers already working at the button.
"What... what are you going to do?" She asks.
"Everything I've been dreaming about doing to you for the past few years." I say with a smile. "Just relax and let me make you feel good."
"Okay..."
"Are you okay with this?" I say as I lean down and press a kiss to the soft skin of her stomach, just above the zipper of her jeans.
"Yes, but... don't you want me to do you first?" She asks cautiously.
"As much as I want your hands on me." I mutter after I take a deep breath. "I can wait."
"Hm, that's weird." Maya says.
"How so?" I ask as I raise an eyebrow.
"Well, men are usually too focused on their own pleasure, it's just... weird that you wanna take care of me first."
