Maiya bucked her hips, sending the pair stumbling. She threw an arm out, reaching for the wall behind her lover. Her fingertips brushed the cool, stone surface and she guided Bosch backward. The wall was cool through his shirt and he gasped, pressing his mouth to Maiya's skin. His face was nestled beneath her chin and she could feel his nose brushing against her, chased by his lips. The smoothness of his nose and lips was broken by the stubble on his cheeks and chin. The light friction against her neck sent Maiya reeling, and she could feel desire uncurling inside her. When he paused, suckling where her neck joined her shoulder, the trembling woman rose to her tiptoes with a gasp. She slid against him with wanton intent; her thigh grazed something and the low moan that buzzed on her neck told her what it was. Emboldened, she drew a hand down the front of Bosch's body.
She squeezed. He was hard. She squeezed again. This time, he drew back his head. She caught him licking his lips, and her eyes took on a predatory glint. During a moment's hesitation, she sank her teeth into her lips, but then his neck exposed itself and she surged forward. The back of Bosch's head pressed to the wall and she pinned him, then bent to lick his neck. An urgent growl arose in her throat and she sucked, then pulled back, and settled her lips nearby to suck again. Her mouth was warm and soft, and she grazed his skin with the tip of her tongue. She scraped her teeth against him, and he shivered, the throb against her thigh growing stronger. She dragged her lips along the curve of his neck until she found his earlobe. First her teeth, then her lips closed around it and she tugged, eliciting a shaky, soft hiss.
Spurred, Maiya peppered Bosch's jawline with kisses. He moaned and tilted his head to kiss her, but she had already gone, leaving the memory of her lips in her wake. She took his neck again, working her way from one side to the other, before kissing her way back up and under his chin. Maiya's fingertips slipped under the hem of his shirt and he felt their cool backs against his belly as she unbuttoned his jeans. With the zipper down, she insinuated her fingers under the waistband of his shorts and peeled them and the pants down.
At the same time, Bosch was gathering her skirt in his hands, pushing it up over her hips and bunching it at her waist. He splayed his fingers, pressing then into the flesh of her thighs and ass. Her hot breath spilled across his neck, while her fingers tiptoed from his thigh to the pulsing rod jutting toward the sky. One tentative finger, then two, skimmed the soft skin, tracing its shape. Bosch hissed again, shutting his eyes and thrusting forward to feel more of her on his cock. Maiya giggled, brushing her mouth against a lightly-stubbled cheek on the way to his ear.
"You're so hard, baby." Her breath was hot and tickled his ear. Maiya's fingertips were marching up one side of his shaft, stroking the domed head, and down the other, then reversing direction. The light tapping and caressing made his knees weak with need, and he slid his own fingers between Maiya's thighs to press against her center. Her panties were soaked and the thin fabric was molded to the shape of her lower lips. One finger pressed and began to slide back and forth, making a furrow between the plump labia.
Maiya whimpered into Bosch's ear. In response, he pressed harder, sliding the length of his finger along the slick crevasse. The muscles in her ass tensed and she started to rock it with his movements. Her breasts pressed into his chest as she leaned into him, encircling his prick with her slender, soft fingers. With a shaky, but deliberate motion, she started to jack the hard rod, sliding the pad of her thumb upward along its underside and teasing the tip at the top of her stroke. The teasing digit dragged silken wetness down the shaft every time her hand moved downward, coating the skin with damp stickiness.
Bosch pushed his hips forward, trying to hasten Maiya's rhythm but she loosened her grip in response, giggling with delight at his disappointed moan.
"Awww, did it feel better when I was holding you tight?" The teasing, lilting tone aroused him even more and he licked his lips, turning his head to nip at Maiya's neck.
"I think so. Do it again."
"Maybe. What's in it for me?"
For a moment Bosch said nothing; all Maiya heard was his shaky breathing and an almost imperceptible swallow. "Hmm. Well, there's this." His voice was uneven and he focused his fingertip on the little pearl he'd found between her plump lower lips. Through her panties, he made tight circles against her clit, drawing a soft whine from her. "And there's…" with his other hand, he tightened her grip around his dick and guided her in smooth, steady strokes, "this." He was sure he'd secured her cooperation. Her hips were rocking back and forth and tiny noises were falling from her lips into his ear. Hungry for her mouth again, Bosch released her stroking hand and grasped the back of her neck. He found her lips and took them with hot greed, pouring a groan into the kiss.
With trembling thighs, Maiya fought the urge to ride the pleasuring finger to paradise; she had other plans. With great reluctance, she separated her mouth from the much-loved mouth of her partner and slid her hands up his chest, under the shirt. Fingers curled, she raked them down with deliberate leisure, feeling his muscles tense. Bosch lost his grip on her as Maiya sank to her knees. He felt her breath, and he moaned helplessly.
Maiya's mouth was insatiable. Her lips pressed against Bosch's cock, generating wet kisses. Impatient, she parted them and dragged the rough surface of her tongue against the soft skin, leaving trails of wetness. One hand gripped the base of the warm organ and she descended upon the tip. With finesse, Maiya traced the ridge of Bosch's cock head using the tip of her tongue, and then flattened it to lap at the fat mushroom. She could taste his precum and the flavor only made her want more. Pursing her lips around the hot flesh, she suckled lightly, teasing at the tiny opening.
Bosch panted, his hands restless and wandering. They alit on Maiya's hair and stroked urgently, silently pleading for more. When the ring of her lips expanded and they fully encircled the head of his dick, Bosch rolled his head back and uttered a cry of delight. The interior of her mouth was wet, so soft. Her tongue was bathing his cock with expert strokes and just as he caught his breath, Maiya tightened her lips and started to press forward, sucking him into her mouth.
"Maiya," was the only word he could make, "Maiya, Maiya."
The sound of her man, chanting her name with such lust pushed her, and before Bosch could recover his breath enough to speak it again, Maiya had nearly the length of his cock ensconced in her mouth. A flash of lightning lit the room bright white for a moment, but Bosch didn't notice; he was blind with ecstasy, lost in the liquid sheath of Maiya's mouth. The tip of his cock nudged the entrance to her throat and he shuddered, almost sagging to the floor.
Undaunted, the kneeling woman pulled her head back slowly, her tongue pressing into the pulsing underside of Bosch's prick. She sucked hard at the tip again, before pulling back and brushing her lips against it. Maiya traced her lips with the slick helmet, smearing her lips with shining precum. She lifted her eyes to Bosch's, smiling beatifically. He made a choked sound, tangling his fingers in her curls. The sight of her on her knees before him, his cock sliding against her lush lips inflamed him. His eyes were locked to her as she took him into her mouth once again, her lips a taut seal around him.
The slow slide was too much for him to endure without exploding, and as gently as he could, Bosch disengaged Maiya's delightful mouth from his burning rod and urged her up. She complied with a whine. He silenced it with his mouth, spinning her until her back was against the wall. His fingers seemed to work against him and with a grunt of frustration, he ripped her shirt open, filling the room with the sharp sound of buttons bouncing on the wooden floor. His palms pressed into her breasts, fingertips grasping at the fat melons. Maiya could feel his legs against hers and she pressed her hips to his, feeling his shaft through her skirt. The tip tapped and slid against her belly, smearing it with wetness.