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Christian

I ’ve spent years trying and failing to forget that one night with Maya. Years . And tonight, she had to drag me back down memory lane to the most embarrassing night of my entire existence.

I regret never getting my tongue between her legs most of all, making her feel good. She never even came on my fingers when we fooled around. Has she ever had an orgasm from a man if she’s never had sex with anyone?

My guess is no, and it’s all my fault that the beautiful woman has never let a man make her toes curl or her legs shake in pleasure. She’s still a virgin because of my fuck up years ago.

Grabbing a towel, I quickly dry my hands and then peek into the living room to make sure Finley’s still distracted with his hockey video game. Maya only lets him play for half an hour a day. By my calculation, he still has about ten to fifteen minutes left. There’s no way he’ll miss a minute of play.

Down the hallway, I go on a mission. One that will probably get me thrown out of the house, but that’s a chance I’m willing to take to make up for my mistake.

I step into the dim bedroom just as Maya comes out of her adjourning bathroom, her cheeks flushed.

“Wh-what are you doing in here?” she asks me.

Reaching behind me without taking my eyes off her, those long sexy legs in her short denim shorts and tight tee that stretches across her tits like a tease. I close the door and turn the lock.

“Christian?

“Let me touch you. Please. Just once,” I say as I take a tentative step toward her, eyeing the seam of those shorts. Oh, yeah, they’ll work just fine. “Over your clothes only.”

“What? Why?”

“Please. Please?” I say again as I get close enough to finally touch her. I slide my palm over her cheek, my thumb brushing her bottom lip as she gasps. When Maya’s fingers reach for the front of my tee to pull me closer, I press my lips to hers.

The kiss is barely more than a whisper at first. But then it turns into more when I slip my tongue over hers.

From there it’s a free for all, just like our first kiss. Maya walks backward, dragging me with her until she’s falling back onto the mattress. I had planned to do this standing up, but lying on top of her is even better.

She moans when she feels me hard and long through my jeans, pressing against the seam of her shorts. I grind into that spot as our kiss deepens until I worry I’ll come in my pants in an even more embarrassing way.

Reaching between our bodies, I press my fingers to that seam and groan at the heat of her core warming them.

Maya’s own hand tries to stroke me through my jeans, but I grab her wrist and press it above her head.

“Come for me,” I pant above her, watching the lust fill her eyes as my fingers move between her legs. “Come for me and then you can do whatever you want to me.”

A gasp has Maya’s head tipping back. A second later and she’s undoing the front of her shorts and shoving my hand down inside.

“Fuck, you are so damn hot,” I tell her as I tease her through her damp cotton panties, her hand still covering mine, urging me to keep going. Her thighs tighten around our joined hands and then it happens.

Her hips buck as tremors rack her body. At the sound of her first cry of pleasure, I cover her mouth with mine, drowning it out so our curious son doesn’t come to investigate.

I eventually release her lips to watch her face as the last of the shudders bring her back down to her bedroom with me.

The haziness in her eyes slowly fades and I hold my breath, waiting for her panic or anger to set in.

Finally, she heaves a heavy sigh, sinking deeper into the mattress and letting my hand go. “Wow.”

“Wow good?” I ask.

“So good,” she agrees. Grabbing the back of my neck, she pulls my mouth back down to hers. And then it’s my turn to cry out when Maya palms me through my jeans.

I’m so damn hard I’m about to explode… right before there’s a loud knock on the door.

“Mommy?”

“W-what, baby?” Maya calls out, still catching her breath.

“Is Christian in there too? His car is still in the driveway…”

Maya’s eyes widen as she looks up at me, then pushes me off her. “You found us! We were wondering how long it would take. Now it’s your turn to hide. I’ll start counting. Stay inside the house!”

“Okay!” his excited voice says.

A second later and Maya is climbing on top of me, her mouth claiming mine while her hand finishes what we started. “How fast can you get there?” she asks against my lips.

“Faster if you fist me tight,” I tell her. She tugs down my zipper to get her hands on me. As soon as her small fingers wrap around my shaft, I’m ready to blow my load.

“Hurry,” she whispers before her tongue is thrusting against mine.

Oh, thank god. This time, speed is of the essence and not an embarrassment. I don’t hold back as Maya strokes me so damn good.

A few seconds later, I’m lying on my back, trying to recover, when Maya leaves and returns with a hand towel that she tosses into my face.

“Get cleaned up. Finley’s waiting.”

My motions are slow, lethargic even, though I’m trying to hurry. I feel like I’ve just finished playing every second of an entire game without a break, scored ten goals, and won in a blowout.

Maya saying, “This can’t happen again,” unfortunately snaps me out of my sluggishness. Sliding off the bed, I’m already fastening my pants when I ask in a panic, “Why the hell not? You didn’t like it?”

“We can’t sneak away again into the bedroom while Finley’s awake!”

“Oh,” I mutter, since that’s not the rejection I thought she was going to throw at me. “But we can sneak into the bedroom again if he’s…asleep?” I ask, so hopeful that I’m holding my breath while Maya fixes her shorts and combs her fingers through her hair.

Finally, she says, “If you want to do that again, then yes, it will have to be after he’s sound asleep.”

“Okay, I want to,” I easily agree. “If you do.”

“Yeah, sure. It’s fine. Whatever,” she says in a rush before grabbing the used towel, tossing it into a hamper and going to unlock and open the door. With her hand on the knob, she glances over her shoulder at me, her cheeks still flushed from her orgasm. “Ready?”

“Hell yes. I mean heck yes. Let’s go find him.” When I’m flush against her back, I splay my palm over her stomach to ask in her ear, “Isn’t it about Finley’s bedtime?”

“That’s all you’re getting tonight,” she replies, shoving her elbow playfully into my abs. “We’ll see about tomorrow.”

“H-E double hockey sticks yes, we will,” I say, making Maya huff out a laugh.