“Stand up,” he said, tugging at her panties. She did, letting him slide them down. She stepped out and spread her lips again for him, sliding first one and then two fingers into her wetness, watching his eyes as she slowly fingered herself. She could see his hand beginning to slide down between his own legs and heard the sound of his belt buckle.

“Ohhh, but I want to do that,” she murmured, turning around and sinking down on him, her thighs straddling his chest as she brushed his hand away, undoing his belt and unzipping him. She felt his fingers beginning to explore between her legs as she tugged down his trousers and boxers. His cock sprang free, seeming to aim directly toward her mouth, and she took him in, the whole length of him in one warm, wet swallow.

“Oh god!” he cried, plunging his fingers into her, finding deeper, wider places than she could reach herself. She spread her legs, grinding back against his hand, trying to get more of him into her. His cock was pulsing under her tongue, thrusting into her hand, asking for more, too.

His hands cupped the soft flesh of her inner thighs, running from her knees all the way up to where her legs met her pelvis, hooking his thumb and finger there on either side, the perfect handhold, like he was framing her soaking wet pussy. He lifted her, making her gasp as he slid her backward toward him, and she moaned when his fingers moved to open her up for his mouth, his tongue.

“Oh James,” she whispered, his name still thrilling and at the same time incredibly intimate in her mouth. “Oh yes!”

His tongue slipped deep into her and then he followed his tongue with his fingers, probing further while his mouth searched for her sweet spot. She hissed when he found it, forgetting about her mouth on his cock entirely, rubbing her cheek over the soft skin of his belly, then, too lost in the sensation to do anything but lazily stroke him with trembling fingers.

“Faster,” she begged him, wiggling more toward his mouth, arching her back. “Oh please.” He moaned at her words, his tongue making quick, darting movements over her clit, back and forth. Maya squeezed him harder, stroking him a little faster as she felt herself being carried away. She found herself rolling her hips, round and round, making his tongue do little circles.