Maya's eyes were still wide as she stared at the thick cock resting heavily against her thigh. The heat of it seemed to burn into her skin. She whispered in a sharp, flustered voice, barely louder than a breath,
"What are you doing…? Put it back… You're crazy…"
Instead of listening, I wrapped an arm firmly around her waist and pulled her flush against my chest.
The soft, heavy weight of her breasts mashed against me through the thin leaf bra. I buried my face against the side of her neck, inhaling the warm, slightly sweet scent of her skin as I spoke in a low, rough whisper right against her ear.
"Yeah. I am crazy. It's because of you. You're the one who made me like this… all the teasing… all the grinding… everything."
Maya's body stiffened in my arms. A tiny, involuntary shiver ran through her. Her thoughts raced in pure panic mixed with residual guilt and something hotter she didn't want to name.
