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"Oh, so you got chocolate covered strawberries, too?" I question with a smile, watching as he presents the tray of strawberries, all dipped in a variety of milk and white chocolate, intricate designs drawn over the chocolate coating. They're arranged on the platter in the shape of an M. I raise my eyebrow questioningly.
"Yeah, so I ain't have enough to spell out both of our names, so I just went with an M." Masai explains with a shrug, settling back down on the bed next to him, picking one off the tray.
"Cute," I say, parting my lips as he feeds me one of the strawberries. I bite down into it, my eyes locked on his as the juice seems to explode in my mouth, the perfect flavor bursting across my tongue and I sigh at the taste, letting my eyes closed as I savor the flavor.
"Good, right?" Masai asks, and I nod my head as he feeds me another bite, dropping the top that still had the green leaves back onto the tray.
"You gotta have one." I say, picking one up myself and bringing it to his lips. Masai's eyes are on me as he takes a bite, and I watch as the juice drips down from the corner of his mouth. I reach forward, brushing it away with my thumb, and letting my finger linger there at the corner of his lips as the atmosphere between the two of us starts to shift and change, the tension growing thicker and heavier, and then he closes his lips around my thumb and sucks on it gently.
I bite down on my bottom lip, already feeling a stirring in my pants, and the tray of strawberries is forgotten as I lean down and press my lips against Masai's. Masai lies all the way back on his back, pulling me into a straddling position on his waist, our kiss deepening as the music continues to play through the speakers in the corner of his room.
Masai's hands travel down my sides to grab my ass, squeezing it possessively in his palms, and I push back into his touch and arch my back, rounding out my ass even more. Masai bites down on my bottom lip, and I can still taste the strawberry on them, but I don't mind, that only makes me kiss him deeper. Our lips part at the same time, and our tongue tangles together quickly, my hands splaying across his chest.
Masai slides his hands up underneath my shirt, his hands are colder than I expect them to be, and they send chill bumps over my skin as he touches me, but I quickly settle into his touch. Something about Masai's touch just drives me wild, and I crave it just as much as I crave him.
"Strip for me." Masai murmurs against my lips.
"What?" I ask, still kissing him, moving my hands up his chest to take both sides of his face in my hands.
"I said strip for me." Masai repeats against my lips, and I pull back and look at him. He just smirks up at me. "I'm being for real. I mean, we already got the music. We got this whole room. Get naked for me, Cai."
