MAYA

At first, his pace was slow and deliberate, teasing me with anticipation. I yearned for him to quicken his pace, but he persisted in his gentle torment. His self-control was maddening, yet exhilarating.

I opened my eyes, locking gazes with Donovan. My pleading expression was met with a knowing grin. I winked, and he responded by increasing his pace, though still maintaining a level of restraint.

His movements remained deliberate, a sensual dance that left me breathless and wanting more. With each stroke, the tension within me built, until I was aching for release. Donovan’s eyes never left mine, his gaze burning with desire.

At that moment, time stood...