Maya Gets What Maya Wants

We took a little vacation, and after burning our day at the beach I barely kept my eyes open. Maya got that look—horizontal tight lips, eyes fixed on me—and didn’t care about my heavy legs. She needed to fuck and it just wasn’t about how I felt. She slid on top anyway, pinned my hips back, slick knuckles brushing my thighs, and said the usual sweet dirty things into my throat while I tried to mumble complaints she barely caught. Between one yes-no groan and her next trick with her mouth she had the rest of me tensed and ready, every part of me stuck at attention whether it wanted it or not. She laughed low, teeth against my neck, and stole even the quiet daydream I’d had about passing out early.