[things naturally had never turned intimate. they'd kissed and Maria had felt content. there had been times where she wondered when things would get heavier. when clothes would come off and they'd truly connect. but never had Maria felt impatient for it.

now? now Maria couldn't understand how she hadn't felt that draw. all she can think about is how out of all the times they'd kissed and how things could have gone. how she could have known what Adam's body would have felt like much sooner.

there is a shiver at his touch and she moves into his lap, mindful of his hip. she kisses him, moan muffled between their lips and she holds onto him tightly. with the way she kisses him, there's no denying she liked his ideas. Maria didn't think she cared how she got him as long as she had him. the passion in which she kisses him is heavy and the kiss is as if she's trying to have as much of him as possible. it doesn't have the finesse her kisses usually do and she's already needing air far too quickly.]

Fuck. I want your mouth on me...[she's pushing him down on the bed, her hand on his chest with her pink nails splayed there. he'd wanted her in control and she could do that.] I'll make every single one of your fantasies come true. [she moves her hips closer to his face and then plants each knee on the side of his face. he'd said he wanted her on his face and she'd give that to him. she was so wet, so turned on, and she wanted it just as badly.] Be a good boy and eat me out.