Page 19 of M.A.Y.A
Maya thought about it for a moment, and, realizing that her nakedness wasn’t as much of a concern as it was before her captivity, she nodded. After all, he’d seen her when she first arrived in their dimension.
Isaiah took his time, carefully peeling her clothes off her sweat-soaked body until she stood in front of him in nothing but her panties. To her surprise, he reached over his shoulder and pulled off his fitted shirt, then undid his belt, and dropped his jeans as well.
“W-what are you doing?” she asked, breathless at the sight of him in fitted briefs.
“Showering with you,” he said quietly. “Don’t worry, tiny warrior. The first time we’re together won’t be after a nightmare.”
“Presumptuous,” she muttered.
“You’re my mate,” he replied, as if that was the answer for everything between them.
As he carefully ushered her into the shower stall and then stepped in behind her, Maya was beginning to believe that maybe there was some truth to a mating connection. Isaiah seemed to anticipate her wants and needs, and she was beginning to believe that if she was strong enough, she could do the same for him.
She tilted her head back and let the water stream through her hair. The heat and the soft pressure against her scalp did wonders, rinsing away the last of the memories that plagued her after she woke up.
“Are you okay?” he said against the shell of her ear. The expanse of his chest pressed against her back as they were enrobed in the heat and steam.
“Getting there,” she replied.
He grunted, then squeezed some bodywash into a new washcloth that rested on the shower ledge. Instead of resisting, Maya pulled her wet hair over one shoulder and let him rub the cloth over her back, her shoulders, and then her arms.
When she turned around, Isaiah carefully washed her breasts as well, taking time to massage the soap into her skin. Maya placed her hands on his shoulders, her forehead resting against his chest as he made his way down her body, until nightmares were replaced with warmth and desire. She became lightheaded, swaying gently until she was breast to chest. She stayed that way as he put the washcloth aside and began to scrub shampoo into her hair. His hands brushed over its length until he touched the curve of her back, the swell of her butt.
She felt his arousal against her lower belly, hard and thick, brushing against her, right above the hem of her transparent, wet panties. She pressed against him a little harder to fill the thick ridges, to explore the pleasure that was slowly burning inside of her.
“Isaiah…”
“Ignore it,” he grumbled. “Come on, let’s get you dry and in bed.”
Before he could step out of the shower spray, her hands tightened on his biceps. “Wait,” she said. “I…I don’t want to ignore it.”
Isaiah looked down at her, the water lukewarm now as it poured over her hair and blanketed her body. “Not like this, baby. Not when you’re still wrestling with your demons that woke you up so frightened that my heart was in my throat, and I was running clear across my territory to reach you.”
She nodded, accepting the rejection for what it was. Some of the warmth receded, replaced by a chill. Then she moved to step out of the shower first, before his grip on her waist tightened.
“Maya, no.”
“It’s fine. Thank you for coming when I was falling apart…”
Before she could finish her sentence, Isaiah’s mouth crashed down on hers. She gasped, and he swallowed the sound as his mouth devoured hers. He was all tongue and lips and teeth, crowding her into the tiled wall of the shower, consuming her until all she could think about was the way he smelled and felt and tasted. His body was so large that she drowned in his wet, hard, and hot touch.
He tasted her for so long that her mouth was bruised and used under his unwavering focus, until his fingers pushed below the waistband of her wet panties. Isaiah’s fingers found her clit swollen and desperate. She hadn’t pleasured herself, hadn’t felt pleasure in years, and the slightest brush of his thumb had her erupting. Her knees went weak as an orgasm trembled through her, robbing her of her breath and her sanity.
Her mouth opened against his to call out Isaiah’s name, but she couldn’t speak.
“It’s okay, baby,” he gasped. “Take a deep breath for me.” Then he buried his face against the curve of her neck and bit her hard as his fingers pushed inside of her.
She felt another wave crest, stealing her thoughts and her breath. She couldn’t hold off no matter how hard she tried to escape Isaiah’s ministrations. She stood on her toes, leaned back against the tile, and gripped his shoulders until he had crescent shaped marks from her nails.
“I c-can’t!” she cried.
“You can,” he said, this time his words taking on a sharp edge. He growled against her ear, and the shudder that took over her was like an electric shock. Her body was no longer her own, and for a millisecond of clarity, she realized that he’d replaced the terrible feeling of lacking control with one far more pleasurable.
Maya’s knees gave out, and Isaiah was there, ready to catch her and hold her upright before he shut off the water. Her eyes closed when he wrapped a towel around her, and carefully dried her hair, then her body.
They’d come so far that he gave up pretenses of modesty and stripped her out of her underwear before drying her swollen and tender pussy too.
She rested against the vanity, drunk on the aftershocks of her orgasms, while he quickly dried himself as well. After he tossed his towel in the hamper next to the linen closet, he turned to face her fully nude. Maya noticed that he was still erect, and when she reached out to touch him, he gripped her wrist to stop her.
