Joshaya V.S Lucaya

Chapter 22

Josh's POV

I'm overheating, I'm oxygen deprived and I have my dream girl, literally on top of me. She wants me, and it's no secret I want her. I want her more than I've ever wanted anything in my life. I have to make sure this is what she really wants.

"Are you sure?" I ask gently. She nods her head as a smile spreads across her face and she bites her lip. That's all I need.

I flip her so shes now on her back, under me. She's looking up at me now. I take a moment to memorize what she looks like. I run my hand down her cheek, and she closes her eyes at my touch. I can feel her breathing hitch and I smile.

"You're beautiful." I breathe out. Before I get the chance to inhale again she's pulling me down and I can feel her lips moving against mine. I can feel the bulge in my pants growing with every movement. I moan deeply and she wraps her hands in my hair.

She breaks the kiss for a minute to catch her breath, I take the opportunity to remove my sweater. I toss it to the side and begin leaving soft urgent kisses on her neck, trailing down to her collarbone. She's intoxicating in every way.

I feel her hands leave my hair to travel down my body. When she moans I can feel the vibrations on my lips. All of a sudden I'm being pushed, hard. I feel myself fly back, but before I know it, I'm being pulled back in.

I can feel her soft, heated skin on mine. My hands are moving urgently to remove her remaining clothes. I can feel her fingers fumbling with my belt buckle. That's when it hits me. This is her first time.

I don't mean to, and I definitely dont want to but I feel myself pull away, relinquishing all contact. I sit in the sand and place my head in my hands, trying to quiet my thoughts and settle my breathing.

I can hear her begin to cry. Oh shit! Josh you're an idiot! She thinks she did something wrong. I open my mouth to speak, but I just stutter nothingness.

"Josh, look, it's fine. I mean, you thought you wanted this but you don't." Maya mumbles between sobs. I try to look into her eyes but she won't meet my gaze.

"Maya... I-I- do..." I begin to say, but she cuts me off.

"You dont have to explain. I dont want you to explain. I just... I have to go" she cries. Before I can process what's happening, she stands up, snatches her sweater from the sand, and takes off running.