Page 51 of Scorched Hearts

“Tell me again.” Maya smirked, taking off Elle’s shirt. “And I will tell you how beautiful you are. So beautiful I want to strip you naked and kiss your whole body.”

“No one’s stopping you,” Elle said, unbuttoning her linen pants, in themselves hardly any barrier. Through their fabric she could feel Maya’s warm, naked thighs, grateful to be able to feel her legs to witness that. Her pants soon fell to the ground.

“Maya, I need to taste you on my tongue,” Elle whispered into her ear, running her hands down Maya’s back and reaching her butt. Maya began lowering her underwear, teasingly, sensually, obnoxiously slowly. Elle’s mouth watered when the little piece of fabric finally fell to the floor.

Maya got on her knees and put herself to Elle’s impatient mouth. They went slowly at first. Elle knew Maya liked riding her tongue best and was building up to that. Maya’s thighs in her hands felt perfect, soft and smooth, exactly what she’d been craving. Soon, Maya began moaning, the sweet, quiet first moans Elle delighted in, and she kept going at their favorite pace, knowing exactly what to do and feeling blessed to know it. When her moans got louder, she sucked a little on Maya’s clit and felt her come closer but wanted to prolong it so went back to sliding up and down, the moans forever growing louder.

When Maya came, they lay next to each other, panting. Their break didn’t last for long, however, because soon Elle felt Maya’s fingers around her pussy, tracing along her thighs, praying for them to open. Elle couldn’t not listen. She loved being teased this way, and more than anything she loved showing how eager she was to get fucked. She knew very well that Maya got off on this as well, on seeing Elle squirm under her touch.

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The couch isn’t the most comfortable, is it?” Maya said, her fingers dangerously close to Elle’s opening.

“Mhmm, it’s fine.” Elle shrugged it off, impatient.

“Why don’t we go to your bed?” Two of Maya’s fingers slipped in, making lazy circles inside. “I think it’d be more comfortable, love.”

“It’s upstairs, though,” Elle complained, not wanting to go through the difficulty of getting up there. She’d need to be helped and didn’t want it to ruin the mood.

“Elle.” Maya got closer to her, gently kissing her neck. “I’ll always help you without question. You know that, Darling. I love you.”

Elle stared at her, hearing her say I love you for the first time in seven years. Her heart stopped for a moment. She couldn’t understand how casually it had escaped Maya’s lips. She grabbed Maya’s hands, laughing. “You can’t say something like that while inside of me.” She shook her head.

“I’m serious.” Maya looked at her fingers, flustered. “Sorry about that. I want you to understand that I’m serious. I love you, Elle.”

Elle pulled her closer, kissing her passionately.

“I love you, too,” she finally felt ready to say, looking into Maya’s eyes, confident in the strength of her feelings. They kissed again. “I love you a hundred times. Let’s get ourselves upstairs.” She nodded at the staircase.

“Yes.” Maya got up, offering Elle support.

The trip upstairs went surprisingly smoothly. Elle could easily lean on Maya and was glad she had suggested it once they’d laid down on her bed. Its softness made them dizzy with pleasure, and the cool duvet felt salvatory against their heated skin.

Maya’s fingers were strong and precise as usual, and she worked on Elle’s body with no less craftsmanship than a sculptor creating a classical sculpture, attentive to each delicate detail and fold. Their bodies moved in delicious unison, and their panting was music to both of their ears. Once Elle came, they stayed in each other's arms for a while, breathing into each other’s skin and enjoying their earthy tangle of chaotic hair and sweat-sticky limbs.

Without either noticing, night enveloped the windows all around the house, casting its soulful, shadowy spell on the atmosphere. Elle thought that the house wasn’t that bad when Maya was in it, that indeed she could live in any house as long as they remained together.

“Should we put on some music?” she asked when the silence around them got a little bit too loud.

“Sure.” Maya nodded. “What do you listen to these days?”

Elle got up, clutching the edge of her mirrored vanity. Her legs felt unruly, but she wanted to practice as much as she could. She knew it wasn’t about the muscles being tired but her brain, and her brain seemed to her more plastic than her limbs.

“Some chill jazzy rap, mostly,” she said, putting on her favorite playlist and falling back onto the bed, lying flat on her back, dizzy with the effort of standing.

“You know,” Maya scootched closer to her, the beats of the music fuzzily enveloping her soft voice. “You shouldn’t overwork yourself when you’re recovering. You also need to allow yourself time to rest.”

“But it’s not my body that’s actually tired. It’s my brain. And I feel like I can bend it a little bit more to my will.” Elle yawned.

“Your brain is a part of your body,” Maya was quick to remind her. “And it can grow tired just like any muscle or limb. Rest will do you good from time to time.”

“Whatever you say.” Elle rolled onto her stomach, giving Maya the hundredth kiss of the evening. “You’re the doctor.”

They rolled around the bed, comfortable in each other’s presence. Their confessions of love still occupied parts of Elle’s mind, and it was still such a fresh thing. They began making out again, their tongues never tired of exploring each other’s mouths, their embraces feeling as electric as ever.

“I want to fuck you again,” Maya whispered into Elle’s ear. “Can you take it?”

“Can I take it?” Elle laughed, “Baby, I’ll take whatever you give me.”

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