Mike flipped her over onto her back, the mattress groaning under their combined weight as he straddled her hips. Maya lay there, splayed open and utterly spent, her chest heaving as she struggled to draw air into her lungs.
Her thighs were shaking uncontrollably, slick with a mixture of her own arousal and the evidence of their prolonged coupling.
Mike hovered over her, his muscular frame casting a shadow that seemed to swallow her whole. His cock was still rock-hard, glistening, and angry red from the friction. He leaned down close, his breath hot against her damp cheek, watching the way her pupils still struggled to focus.
"So," Mike murmured, his voice dripping with a dark, possessive curiosity. "Now that we've confessed all these lovely little truths... does this mean you love me, Maya?"
