I Knew She Was Up To Something

Maya sat at the kitchen island, heat pooling low while she watched Holly get ready. The urge hit hard. "Don't you want to play first?" she asked. Holly paused. The appointment waited, the fee ready to bite if she missed. But her eyes lingered. "When I get back, you'll have all my focus," Holly said, pressing a slow kiss to Maya's mouth before the door clicked shut. Alone, Maya moved through the house with restless legs. She tried to tidy, tried music, but the thoughts grew louder. Her hand drifted lower each time until resistance thinned. In the bedroom she dropped onto the sheets, panties shoved down her thighs. Slick already coated her folds. She pressed her fingers in with steady rhythm, breath shortening, pictures of Holly above her sharpening the pleasure. The front door opened again. Holly's keys landed somewhere out of view. Maya stayed locked in her movement, hips rolling. Holly stopped at the bedroom frame, watched Maya's slick fingers work faster, then slipped behind the plant in the hall to keep looking. When Maya's thighs began to tremble, Holly stepped out. Maya froze, face flushed, hand still nestled between spread legs. Holly smiled, already walking closer. "Stay just like that," she murmured, voice low. "You're perfect this way."