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jazmine sullivan — pick up yo feelings.

"WHAT 'BOUT BREAKFAST?" said Maya to a sensually-crazed Ebén who had abandoned their breakfast plans, and conjured new plans as to how he wanted the two start their morning.

Plans that involved water, no condoms and her.

"I got a better idea," His husk was assured, stretching out his hand for her accept his venture with him. He was treating this escapade with her — differently. Refusing to forcibly impose himself on her just because he had carnal needs, he wanted her to want him; the same way he wanted her, so much it burnt.

She looked down at it, not wanting to pause either but knew that she couldn't feel this high forever.

She would deal with the consequences, as there were bound to be some, after, "Fuck it."

His fingers nipped at her waist under the glare of his bathroom spotlights, bringing her back to the scene of the crime where the brutal yet equally passional assault of her lips had taken place.

They both bulldozed into his marble-tiled wall, their tongues were sewn together in a wet stitch. He grappled her thighs, not at all gentle, as he flung her on to his floating vanity sink, mapping out where he wanted start on her body first.

His shredded torso was already free from clothes, dressed in nothing but plaid pyjama bottoms.

His fingers were loosely laced on her windpipe then he tightened his grasp, "Bonita, I'm gonna rail you so hard, I'm gonna make sure you don't walk a day in your life. Again."

His tight squeeze made her head ride up, leaving her mouth to hang open in torment for more of him.

His fingers dove on to her brown skin, tugging her tie belt loose as her breasts had magnetised his eyes. His lips typified an insatiable need for more.

More of her.

In a way that nobody had ever looked at her before.

His lips, a perfect blend of soft with vigour, glided gracefully over her shoulder and up her neck — his mouth acrobatics released a deep exhale from her lips that came from her stomach, "Ugh... oh, Ebén"

His curious hands then landed on her inner thigh, his fingers reconvening back to the junction of her thighs and began to softly massage it. She couldn't look away from his inviting lips otherwise every other part of her body would get jealous.

Her body clenched as he continued to finger brush.

"Breathe," Ebén called out to her unyielding body, "Baby, just breathe through it. You can take it"

She snaked her waist as her orbs cased him, desperately, like she couldn't stand the sight of him.

"You're fucking killin' me."

He watched her squirm as he goaded her with the insertion of three fingers into her core, "I know."

"Jesus — Ebén, ugh... please!"

Without a warning, he tore the silk off her skin, the blue silk sagging to the floor — making good of his promise that clothes weren't allowed upstairs.

His tone sounded harsh — "Look at me."

She didn't dare to face the man who sought it his life's mission to torture her.

His wet tongue pirouetted on her nipples, interchanging from soft to hard, whilst his thumb clamped her pussy, making her howl filthily at him.

"Look at me" He was now insisting.

"Ebén... fuck — " She deep-moaned, gyrating on his sink as his fingers were still buried deep inside.

His teeth marks had marked both her breasts, throwing her head back, breathless, completely yielding to his dominance. His eyes capsized her, as his words — full of lustful threat fell from his mouth, and were breathed on to her lips, "You already wet and I ain't even started yet"

Yet? — If this was nothing, Maya surmised that there was no way she'd last. She felt her eyes jut with pleasure, groaning, "Ser... — ious?"

"Yeah," Sex seemed to make Ebén colder.

Their heavy panting was the only indicator of the unbridled passion that they both felt for each other. Sex had never made Maya flare hot this much, as her past experiences of lovemaking weren't like this.

Often, feigning orgasms with Reuben as she had spent a majority of her minutes servicing him — and the pressure to come after his high, as he watched, made simulating one an easier one of the two.

With their moist bodies pressed against each other in skin-to-skin, his shoulders sunk to re-meet her lips.

"Shower," She bemoaned, mid-kiss, trying to take back the controls she had given him willingly, "Now."

On her pleading command, he conceded to her authority, which ultimately was a first — allowing her to dictate how they were going to start and end. They both tumbled towards the shower door, their lips hooked together like two missing pieces from a puzzle that had finally found each other.

Lust — or possibly love had them both in a haze, Ebén didn't recognise that he was still wearing pants as he loomed above her, his breathing scuppered.

She pulled at his drawstring and with bated breath, watched his generously-sized length re-acquaint itself with her own crazed eyes as his trousers sunk down from his waist to the shower room floor.

He made her back crash into the wall as he set the shower to a medium spray, swathing both their bare, brown bodies underneath the metallic shower head drilled into the ceiling.

His hands then reached up to the crown of her head and began ardently massaging her scalp as his big, wet lips rubbed over hers, leaving no stone unturned.

Maya felt she could get used to this gentleness as he took care with each curl, "That feels... good"

"It does?"

"Yeah," She closed her eyes — ushering her head up as their wet lips continued to smack with each other.

Etched in Ebén's acacia-brown eyes was a look of desperate longing as his hands continued to give her curls some much needed TLC — he was in trouble.

He was starting to... feel things. Things he had never felt before. Things for her. Like settling down, marriage... children. He had now been struck with a bad case of falling in love with Maya St. Thomas.

Shit.

Maya gaped at foamy soap percolating down his inked steel pecs but his question pulled her out of her conscience, "What's your family like?"

"My family?"

"Yeah," He continued to prod, wanting to discover more about her that he didn't know.

His eyes were completely focused on her, waiting patiently for her to share, just like he had done.

But, this is wasn't what this was — well, to Maya at least. They were just two people, tapping into the intense sexual attraction that they both had for each other, that riled them up and made them crazy. He wasn't someone that she had planned to share every aspect of her life with.

After all, she wasn't his woman.

"Ebén, I don't want to do this... now" Maya firmed, looking up and into the breathtakingly brown eyes of a man who didn't understand her reluctance.

"I'm just tryin' to get to know you"

I know but I don't want you to — Maya's mutter came out like a screech in her head but a whisper under her breath that Ebén didn't hear. He continued to press on with his onslaught of trying to figure her out, and in an effort to wheel him away from her heart, she knelt before him and inserted his entire nine-inched length into her mouth.

For some reason, Ebén couldn't escape how stuck he felt — part of him wanted this but there was also the other part of him that didn't want to fill his relationships with just sex & no substance.

He groaned lewdly at her, guiding his length into her mouth, "You're trying to... uh — "

"What am I trying to do, huh?" She continued to throat his piece in her mouth, determined to be the target of the explosion of his taste when he came.

"Changethesubject" He managed to blurt out.

She then introduced her tongue to his tip, as her hands rode his length in an up and down fashion.

He didn't protest anymore as his eyes rolled skyward and treated Maya's mouth to a deep-throat.

"Gah...sss, fuck — " Her slow blowjob had him struggling to form coherent words as dribble pooled out the corners of her mouth, with his dick repeatedly smashing the back of her throat.

"Mm — f..fuck. You know... how to suc — "

He watched her slide his dick out of her mouth, as she sought a minute reprieve and he used that borrowed minute of hers to whip his dick across her mouth, "Do you want it, Bonita?"

"I want it," Her knees buried below him, her eyes jutting at him and her mouth wide open.

"How much?"

"Badly, so fuckin' badly" She grasped at it, not wanting to wait a further second.

Soft sloppy noises left her lips, as his dick took charge in her mouth, extending out his hips whilst grasping her hair and forcing her to take the entirety of his length that almost made her choke on her spit.

The gagging sound tumbling out of her mouth as Ebén continued to abuse her lips with his dick was largely unintelligible. His growl at her kneeling body was sonorous, as he felt himself grow closer to coming, "Oh... fuck, you're ah... menace, Maya"

He put a dent to her blowing — her lips had been put to good use and Ebén was intent on returning the favour. He stretched out his hand to help her up from her kneel which she took gratefully, "Stand up."

She used the grip from his forearm to propel herself up and resumed her onslaught of kisses.

The vigour from their violent kiss had the both of them crashing into the steamy shower glass, as his fingers neared the entry to her core but his manly husk was anything but kind on her skin.

That look of tense disgust had revisited her face, as his two fingers seamlessly slid in, "You're relentless."

He was holding her defeated body just in case she happened to slip as a result of finger teasing.

She was trying to breathe through it.

"You love it," His ring finger had now joined his index and his thumb to continue tormenting her.

"I don't wanna make your head gr — ugh, fuck!" His four fingers abruptly cut her off, continuing to plunge deeper as her body jerked against the marble tile.

"Fucking hell, Ebén!" She couldn't stand it, clawing more marks into his skin in an attempt to make the burning stop. His thumb slowly caressed the hood of her clit, controlling her release, "That mouth of yours needs that lesson in manners that I promised to give"

"Oh, no... please" She began to beseech him.

He towered over her sprawling body and continued to drive with his wet lips rippling against her and made sure to slow her down even more.

He quickened his pace, charging deeper and faster inside her which caused her legs to violently shake and her eyes to roll back.

"Fuck, I'm so fucking... wet"

His teeth sucked her bottom lip, as they exchanged each other's spit in an amorous kiss.

"Baby, please — " Her palms were making fog marks against the glass as she felt the fire in her core.

"What is it, Bonita?"

"I'm — gonna... come" She yelped at him loudly, her body jerking from his heat. He tried to get her to slow down, wanting to savour the minutes but she couldn't hold on, losing all sense of control once the explosion of lust pillowed through her entire body, rendering her useless, even after she landed.

Maya's chest was still thundering hard as she caught sight of the explosion of her arousal painted across his whole leg with streaks of it splatted on the glass.

"So, that's what it feels like to be fucked by your Python" His eyebrow was arched up, as he tried to laugh it off the accusation of him being a man whore.

"Python?"

"Yeah, that's what they call your — " She pointed at his hung cock that appeared like a third leg.

Ebén clicked his tongue, "Right."

In an effort to return back to the mood they had spent the past 24 hours in, Maya asked, "So... have you always wanted to be a footballer?"

"Yeah," But he didn't expand.

"You've never wanted to do anything else?"

His face looked pained but that longing was still there, "I'm shit at everything else"

Ebén's soft brown eyes grew warmer, as his fingers were still pressed into her hip dip, "I doubt that. Where would you have ended up if you didn't play?"

Shades of that bullish man that Maya had spent hours fucking seemed to disappear, leaving her to face the man that sounded way more sombre, way more honest and almost overly emotional.

He took a long pause, as though his mind had never stretched to think of the possibility that his dreams wouldn't come true, "Dead or in prison."

"Oh," That was the only answer Maya could give.

"Can I... see you again? I've got training in a hour, and an away game tonight. But like I wanna maybe pick you up and take you on like..."

"A date?" She charged in, meeting his eye level.

"Yeah, you mind if it's late? Away days especially up north have me getting home at 2/3 in the morning"

Maya didn't mind because she liked him alot, more than, she cared to admit.

"I'm not really interested... in getting to know you, we both want diff..." she lied, her heart didn't even believe her. "Right, okay" A sigh escaped out his lips, as he slid into his boxers that packed his python.

"Sorry. Did you think that — "

"I don't know what I thought," he said, crestfallen.

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A/N: Okay so, that was... kinda a lot. Also, really sorry that my chapters are mad long (legit cannot stop writing so my bad). But yeah, thanks again for the love.

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