mornings

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It was something they'd felt for a long time between them. An allure of some sorts. A deep, carnal tension the two friends had never addressed.

Maya's hands wrapped themselves into his hair. The muscles of his arms and back rippling as he levitated himself over her small body. Her legs wrapped around him, his mouth exploring every crevice he had dreamed of exploring for almost three years. The night was overwhelmed by moans and heavy breathing into his ear, the sensations of their bodies pressed so close together.

"Lucas.." She bit her lip to prevent another traitorous moan from escaping and embarrassing her.

Her mind clouded and she could feel her lower abdomen begin to clench, until her eyes shot open. He paused his movements inside of her abruptly, with a smirk looking down at her—a dirty one that was just downright animalistic. Maya hated herself for loving it so much.

His hand clenched the headboard behind her head, and he leaned down to her face so close that her frustrated pants of air blew onto his chin.

Then he moved inside her slightly, making Maya groan. Her hips rotated into him desperate for friction but he held her down, staring down at the small girl beneath him in amusement.

And then his favorite sound escaped her lips. It was so apparent Lucas felt it sending a small twitch down to his groin. Maya Hart fucking whimpered, and he was in love with it. He loved that he was the source of it. A sound that made the pent-up aggressive shortstack, Maya Hart vulnerable. He knew she hated it because it made her look weak. He made her weak. He was the only one who could make her weak.

He returned back to her face, a smug look on his, and something more dangerous lingering behind his eyes. His hand gripped so tight to the bars of the headboard he thought it would snap. The red hint to Maya's pale cheeks sparkled under the moonlight peeking in through the window.

He teased her at first, pumping slowly—a dark look in his pupils.

"What do you want, Maya."

Her eyes found his like a small deer caught in headlights. Her mind raced to the raging fire needing to be released between her legs. He was moving too slow, and it tortured her.

"I-I..." She stuttered. Her eyes captivated by his as she pressed into the mattress beneath him lost for words.

He began pumping faster and his head ducked dangerously. "What was that?"

Her breathing was heavier and she threw her head back into the pillow. Her eyes met his once before fluttering closed and trailing her hands down his strong chest. Lucas's cheek pressed against hers as he let his eyes close as well. She was close and he could feel it. With a couple last thrusts and hot kisses to her neck, her legs tightened and her breathing staggered as she came with him onto his covers, under the protection of the night.

//

Light shone through the large cracks in the curtain and a sense of peace and timelessness settled over the room. Small birds chirped outside Lucas's window, sitting on the small tray of flowers on the sill. Bustles of people walked down on the streets below, their muffled voices not heard from the floors above them.

Maya's eyes peaked open slowly. The blanket hung low on her waist and immediately she addressed her body was facing away from Lucas. Before attempting to turn around and see if he was awake, a pair of large arms snaked themselves around her. She smiled and giggled softly feeling his lips attach themselves to her neck. His arm gripped around her tighter and she could feel his smile against her skin.