I laughed, feeling my heart grow lighter. “Absolutely if it means shitty puns.”
Maya laughed lightly. “I can live with that…I guess.” She turned back around and settled back between my thighs. Popping the button on her jeans, she leaned back into my chest and I wrapped my arms around her.
“Fuck, Maya, I don’t think you understand what you do to me, the effect you have on me. You’re so heart wrenchingly beautiful.”
Maya’s head fell back against my shoulder and she closed her eyes as I trailed my hands over her body, tracing down her sides and skimming over her breasts before I skated down to her opened jeans.
“Jason.” She panted my name.
I smirked against her neck before I nipped her skin, making her moan loudly. “Good girl,” I crooned softly.
My fingers slid into her damp panties and parted her slick folds. Sliding my other hand under her shirt again, I pinched a nipple while I nipped at her neck. “So fucking perfect, you have no idea, Maya. The love of my life.”
She moaned my name again, setting off a raging inferno under my skin.
“Take a deep breath for me,” I said, preparing her for my fingers to penetrate her perfect body.
Maya does as she’s told and takes a deep breath.
I slid a single finger into her wet, hot passage.
“Jase,” she gasped.
“How you doing, darlin’?”
“So… uh…”
I fucked my finger in and out of her slowly, twisting and twirling as I went.
“Mmm.” She arched back against me.
“Still with me?” I asked.
“Jassssuuuuuuhhhhhnnnnn.”
I chuckled softly and slipped in a second finger.
“Oh, yes.”
I twirled my fingers inside her before I fucked her slow and steady, dragging the pads of my fingers along the top wall of her cunt, finding that spongy spot everything single time. I circle my fingers over it and press down on her clit with the palm of my hand.
“Jasseee,” she hissed. Her legs clamped closed around my fingers, and she arched against me again as her body shuddered with her orgasm. “Mmmmm.” She stifled her scream of pleasure.
I kept twirling my fingers, riding out her orgasm until she jerked against me, and I stopped. Pulling my fingers out of hergently, I made sure not to startle her or cause any discomfort to her oversensitive body. “So beautiful, darlin’. So fucking perfect for me. I love you.”
I pulled my hand out from under her shorts and grabbed her face, roughly pulling her face toward me so I could kiss her soundly. She was boneless against me as she kissed me back passionately.
Maya
Inthedayssincemy date with Jason, things around the house had calmed down and all of us settled into a routine of sorts. I got up with Luke every morning to make him and everyone else breakfast for the day. Then I packed up Luke’s lunch and made sure he got on the bus. After Luke was gone, I changed my clothes and got ready for the day myself.
I started taking a kickboxing class in the mornings at Telli’s Boxing Gym. The gym offered all kinds of kickboxing and self-defense classes. The self-defense classes were amazing and geared toward training muscle memory with a lot of repetitivemotions and hitting the trainer holding pads. It made me feel empowered and really lifted my mood by the time I left. It helped that the trainer was usually assisted by one of my guys dressed in pads—that was very cathartic.
After my usual two hours at the gym, whichever one of my guys that had joined me that day took me home. I would then shower and eat a light lunch, before I settled for a video call with my therapist. We were doing daily calls for a while—my idea—until I felt strong enough to move on to every other day.
When I finished therapy, I relaxed on the couch either reading a book or watching a show or movie. It was my down time for the day before Luke would get home and I started cooking dinner.
My guys were fantastic about being with me and staying out of my way. They weren’t leaving me alone by any means, but in the afternoons after my therapy, they would disappear upstairs or outside. It was fantastic, to be honest. I had been worried about them being up my ass after everything was said and done, but they were figuring things out.
