Page 23 of Scorched Hearts

Thank god for that.

Maya knew she couldn’t stop her body now from taking what it so badly needed, even if she’d wanted to. Something about Elle was like a drug to her. Maya could barely remember any sex she’d had since Elle. Nothing that had lit her whole body as on fire as it was now.

Maya pulled her own shirt off, then Elle’s pants and underwear followed suit. She knew how turned on Elle got from being the only one entirely naked, and she took full advantage of that, running her hands up Elle’s thighs and circling around her pussy. Then she went up her back, touching her skin up to her neck, and went back down again, fondling her ass. She had missed this for sure, seeing Elle stand naked for her, showing off her beautiful body and waiting to see what Maya did with it. Elle shivered at her every touch. Elle’s eyes had submitted willingly to her. She was giving it all up for her, and she liked it.

“I can’t wait to see you come for me,” Maya said. She couldn’t wait, and her fingers teased for a moment or two before sliding them inside Elle. “Just look at you, so wet and ready for me.” She wasn’t supposed to talk, but couldn’t stop herself. It felt too good to be back. It felt too good to be the smug one.

Elle nodded, and that on its own made Maya shiver. She took Elle to the bed, and Elle knowingly sat down on its edge, spreading her legs. Maya patted her thigh.

“You remember everything, don’t you,” she whispered, seeing how Elle was following exactly the way Maya liked to fuck her.

She knelt in front of her, devouring her wet and wanting pussy. Maya had forgotten how good it tasted. She wanted to lose herself down here forever. Forget everything else. The taste of Elle’s pleasure on her tongue gave her everything she wanted. Elle moaned loudly. Every movement of her tongue left Elle pushing further into her face trying to get a better pressure for herself. Maya licked and sucked, enjoying what she had missed so much for so long. She stopped for a moment, gesturing to the bed.

“I want you to sit on my face,” she purred, laying down and waving Elle over.

Elle obediently made her way up the bed, moving to kneel above Maya’s face. Their eyes met for a second just before Maya pulled Elle down onto her waiting mouth. Maya felt the kind of hunger born out of satiation—the more she had of Elle’s body, the more she craved, in a gluttonous madness fueled by their disagreements, the tension, the longing boiling just below both of their skins. She kept licking and sucking, enjoying Elle’s moans. She pulled Elle down so her pussy was tight to her face just how she liked it. She was trying to persuade Elle to grind down on her face and to ride her with abandon like she used to, and it took a couple of minutes of eager licking and pulling down on Elle’s thighs before Elle gave into her own desires, closed her eyes, held on tight to the headboard and began to grind deep and slow against Maya’s face. Maya relaxed herself into it until she felt Elle’s thighs shiver, and her moans get louder. She knew she was close. But Maya had no desire to let her go so fast. She was planning on drawing it out the longest she could. She wanted Elle begging for it, begging and crying. Maya pushed her thighs upward, taking her mouth away.

“Come on, Maya.” Elle sighed, her eyes half-closed.

Maya only held her ass firmer and tortured her further. Elle began trying to help herself grinding her hips again, but it didn’t help much. Maya was clearly in charge of her body and wasn’t going to let that go so quickly. She wanted Elle begging, and nothing else would do.

“Maya, please,” Elle moaned, then moaned something completely unintelligible, both of which Maya took with pleasure.

Maya teased with her tongue, drawing it back and forth lightly, her hands forbidding Elle from lowering herself and grinding on Maya’s face in the way that they both knew she so desperately needed.

“Beg me. If you want it, Elena. I want you to look me in the eyes and beg me for exactly what you want.”

Elle’s eyes opened slowly, and her gaze met Maya’s. There were a few seconds where Maya just looked up at her from between her legs before Elle began to speak, her voice hesitant and laced with a sweet desperation.

“Please… Maya. I… I need to come.” Elle’s green eyes were earnest. “I need to grind on your face until I come. I need to come in your sweet mouth. Please.”

Maya waited just a second longer before she nodded. “Okay, Baby.” She pulled Elle back down until her pussy was tight against her face. Maya knew this was Elle’s favorite thing ever. The one thing that would always tip her over the edge. Clearly it was still the case.

Elle began to grind down against Maya’s face and Maya dove back in with her mouth with enthusiasm.

Maya could barely breathe, but she didn’t care. All she could see, smell, taste was her.

Elle.

She gripped her thighs and held on tightly as Elle took her pleasure. Her grinding became deeper, and her moans became louder. Her breathing quickened, and she came loud and hard, gushing in Maya’s mouth.

Maya swallowed eagerly, breathing Elle in, taking everything from her. Elle’s body sat high above her, bronzed muscled glistening in sweat.

She is so fucking beautiful.

Maya released her slowly and watched as Elle collapsed forward against the headboard before falling down onto the bed, breathing heavily. Elle lay on her back, gathering herself up. Maya approached, placing her hand between her still-shivering thighs, menacing.

“I’m all sensitive now.” Elle sighed. “What are you doing?”

“You’re not sensitive on the inside though, are you?” Maya grinned, one thing on her mind.

Elle raised her eyebrows, comprehending. She pointed to the first drawer of the nightstand next to her bed and slowly raised herself up to be on all fours. Memories flooded back to Maya. The sight made Maya gulp, and before she went to fetch what was needed, she went up to gently lick the trail up Elle’s pussy and over her asshole, making her dip her back further, raising her ass in that heavenly way to expose herself fully. Maya wanted nothing more than to pound the living hell out of her.

She kissed her ass cheek, saying “I’ll be back in a second,” then patted her ass and was on the way to the nightstand.

Upon opening the drawer, she smiled widely.

“Do you wanna scream, or do you wanna scream?” She admired the collection of dildos varied in shapes and sizes, already setting her mind on one. Putting the leather harness on, she turned back to Elle, “Hm?”

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