Page 28 of Scorched Hearts

Elle helped her down onto the kitchen floor until Maya was kneeling, looking adoringly up at her from the cool tiles.

Elle quickly dropped her own pants and underwear to the floor and straddled Maya’s face in a standing position.

“Let me use your face, baby. Let me come in your mouth,” Elle murmured as Maya began to lick.

Elle grabbed the back of Maya’s golden hair and tangled it in her fingers. She drew Maya’s beautiful face tight to her pussy and thrust her hips so she could grind herself on Maya’s face.

That was how she liked it the most. Grinding on her, taking her pleasure on Maya’s face. Maya was merely passive beneath her. It didn’t really matter if she was licking or not. Looking down at Maya’s beautiful face between her legs and feeling that pressure against her clitoris was enough.

Seconds later, Elle exploded, coming loud and hard on Maya’s face, gushing into Maya’s mouth. Maya desperately swallowed, determined to take Elle’s orgasm in her mouth.

“Fuck, Babe, that was so good,” Elle said as she slowly released her grip on Maya’s head and looked down at Maya licking her lips, the wetness of Elle’s climax still evident all over her face.

Fuck, she looks so hot.

Elle sat down on the floor next to her and drew Maya into her arms. Elle whispered in her ear, “Don’t leave me alone like that again. That was really rude.”

“Okay.” Maya turned to her. “I think you should go, though. I have a meeting soon. I forgot to tell you.”

“You forgot to tell me? Maya don’t do this to me. What is this?” Elle got up, “We didn’t even talk anything through.”

“Since when are you the one who wants to talk things through?” Maya sat up, raising an eyebrow in suspicion.

“Since I’ve started to journal,” Elle said in a flat tone which madeMaya laugh.

“You journal?”

“Don’t make me feel silly about it,” Elle protested, picking up her shirt. “You were always the one telling me to work on my emotions, so I’m doing that now.”

“Well, I’m sorry for laughing,” Maya said in a more serious tone. “It’s good, you’re right. I really meant it about the meeting, though. It’s with Arthur, my real estate agent.”

“Yeah, well, what can I say to Arthur the real estate agent?” Elle mocked, this time making Maya laugh on purpose.

At the door, she gave Elle a quick kiss, and Elle could taste her own climax on Maya’s lips. “Don’t make me care about you so much,” she said, closing the door.

What the fuck Elle thought the whole three floors on the stairs, then the entire way home. She felt cheerful, but also extremely confused. She liked that Maya was open to her again, and that their sexual chemistry was very much intact, but her last remark had caught Elle completely off guard. She hoped she could catch Captain Ramirez on her next shift and talk to someone with more life experience, because this whole Maya thing was proving too difficult for her to handle.

While driving, she felt her phone vibrate – a text message. She couldn’t check it while driving. she’d seen and been called to too many car accidents caused by texting and driving. So for the remainder of the way she sat as if on needles, praying for it to be a message from Maya. Her mind ran as far as guessing the contents of the hypothetical message, its tone, whether it would mean another meeting, etc.

Finally reaching her destination and parking the car, she took the phone out of her pocket and nervously unlocked the screen. For a few seconds she simply sat there looking at it hopelessly, realizing how stupid it had been to get so excited. The text message was from Louisa, who Elle had almost completely forgotten existed.

Elle blocked the phone number, feeling utterly evil, then got out of the car and went inside her apartment, dragging her feet as if they were made of lead, wishing to at least find one bottle of whiskey tucked away somewhere in a far corner of her fridge.

Obviously, the day no longer a bit of luck in store for her. She found no trace of whiskey or any other alcohol around her apartment, so she sat sober on the couch. She took up her journal, ready to diligently describe her emotional state. Journaling was beginning to be favorite hobby.

10

MAYA

The still-packed carton boxes daunted Maya each time she entered her newly-inhabited apartment. Usually, she would come in exhausted from work with only a big dinner on her mind as well as sleep. Deep, restorative sleep.

On the night following her day off, she finally decided to begin unpacking the nightmare cartons populating her living room. As soon as she started, the activity completely immersed her. Sitting on the floor and grouping her various belongings together, she found completely forgotten clothes, paintings that used to decorate her bedroom walls, and books. She liked seeing them fit into neatly assigned groups. It gave her a sense of security.

She still had no furniture besides the bed and her kitchen. Everything she owned lay around the too-clean floor. Doing all this with no help was a tiring pursuit. Moving into a new house seemed to her to be an activity one would do while in love, joking around and arguing about minuscule things such as the color of the carpet or the height of the kitchen counter.

Having sorted almost all the boxes, Maya realized she’d been unpacking them for almost four hours, and the night had already spread its wings over the city. She yawned. Thinking about getting ready for her early shift tomorrow with five hours of sleep in her made her want to lie down and never wake up from the blissful, dreamful state.

She rose. Her bones stung with the consequences of sitting in one place for too long. Her back ached to be stretched, but her mind was only set on showering and making her head meet her pillow.

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