Harlan
"Please."
To hear her begging was his undoing.
She ran a hand through his abdomen, the touch almost making him shiver as he tugged up the hoodie she was wearing and threw it on the floor.
She gasped as the cold air hit her breasts, and he sucked a breath as he saw her.
She tried to tug down his joggers but failed, and he was too busy taking the rest of his clothes off her body.
He didn't want to help her until he was done.
He stared at her for a moment, admiring the symmetry of her body, the way she looked.
She was covering one of her scars with her free hand, and he frowned at that.
And even though he had seen her like that once before, this was the only time it counted.
Because that time, she was dying and at the dungeons, he barely looked.
"You are beautiful," he whispered, making sure she knew what he was thinking.
She blushed as she tugged his pants down, freeing him.
Maya gasped as she stared at him, and he couldn't help but smile.
She looked slightly intimidated, so he kissed her again, trying to reassure her as he felt his way through her smooth skin.
He didn't mind the scars at all. They were just scars, and they were part of her.
He loved her, and even if he didn't, he wouldn't care.
He wanted to touch her, be with her, feel her, he wanted to be inside of her and feel her warmth all around him.
When he felt her relax, he started massaging her breasts, rolling them under his thumb and then attaching his mouth to one of them while he caressed the other.
Maya moaned, and that sound had him on his knees.
He knew then he would always want to hear it.
He then moved his hand down to her center and started drawing circles.
The action had her moaning louder.
And he had to use all of his restraint not to climax then and there.
Maya was so gone she wasn't even coherent anymore, and he still wanted more.
So he slowly left a trail of kisses from her chest to her stomach, finally arriving at his destination.
He used his tongue to replace his hand as he used both of them to spread her apart.
Maya jolted and moaned louder as he expertly used his tongue to make her reach her limit.
"Harlan!" she said, grabbing onto his hair as she climaxed, shaking so hard.
He kissed her again, letting her taste herself on his tongue.
He gently stroked her cheek, and he prepared himself to stop.
Even though he was rock hard, if she wanted to stop, he could do it.
But instead, as soon as she came down from her high, she pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him.
She kissed him hard, and as her mouth left him, he realized what she was doing.
"Maya..."
He couldn't speak as she took most of him in her mouth, then dragged her tongue flat along the length of him.
He let out a deep groan as she did it again, and he knew that if she continued, this wouldn't last very long.
He sat up and kissed her, flipping them over so that now she was on her back.
He separated and asked her again, "Are you sure?"
She nodded, and he used his hand to check if she was ready.
And she was more than ready.
So he guided himself in.
She was so tight he couldn't breathe, he was afraid to move.
He pushed into her slowly, waiting for her to get used to every inch of him.
Not only did this already feel addicting, but his heart was going to explode at the way she looked at him.
He couldn't help but feel he didn't deserve it, but he pushed that thought away and kissed her.
He started to move, gently, relishing the way it felt to be there.
They were joined in more ways than one. They were together, and they would always be.
He couldn't wait. He just couldn't wait to be with her forever.
She looked at him for confirmation, and it took him a second to understand, but when he did, he nodded.
She kissed his shoulder, and then, just as they both were about to reach their high, she marked him.
And he had never felt happier.