Naya's POV

3 hours later

'Can I get you a glass of wine?'

I guided Shay to the dining room, smiling chivalrously as I pulled out one of the mahagony chairs for her.

'Sure' Shay responded, her voice as soft as silk.

She took a seat and looked up at me, seemingly surprised by my good manners, but not saying anything.

A minute later I returned to her with a bottle of sweet red wine, one of the many souvenirs I'd brought back from my Puerto Rican holiday.

I gripped the corkscrew, wanting to look competent and experienced and then I realized I'd only once opened a bottle of wine before and that resulted in a hastytrip to the dry-cleaners, praying they could remove the stain from my grandmother's Persian carpet.

'You look so terrified' Shay stepped behind me, attempting to stifle her laughter while observing my completely unprofessional motions.

I inserted the metal rod into the cork, pulling it forcibly, but the wood refused to move.

She effortlessly threw her arms around me whilst grabbing the neck of the bottle and I watched as her fingers clutched the corkscrew, removing the cork with so much elegance that I felt ashamed of my own lack of persistence.

'I'm impressed' I turned around with her arms still around me, inching in towards her face.

'Not much to be impressed about' she laughed lightly.

I was so captivated by the barely visible freckles on her nose and the beautiful, red lips that I completely forgot about the wine. I looked into the deep, hazel brown eyes mirroring my affection; it seemed as though the world had ceased to exist around us.

She placed the bottle on top of the dining table and leant in closer, her lips hovering over mine.

'I'm really glad you're here' I whispered.

At first I thought it'd be awkward to spend the night together right after we'd come clean about our mutual fondness towards one another, but as her eyes lingered on my lips and my apartment's atmosphere changed from monotonously empty to indisputably inviting and cozy, I changed my mind. I would've never admitted it, but her mere presence had this unusual, soothing effect on my soul and so I felt comfortable around her instantly.

'You know what?' Shay leaned forward and grazed my mouth with her lips. I imagined flames of sexual arousal melting me from the inside. 'I'd so much rather taste you instead of that wine'

The lust and conviction in her voice sent thrills up my spine.

I led her to my bedroom, smoothing out the silk bed covers and followed by her curious gaze, I sat down and pulled Shay onto my lap.

'I like your bedroom'

She looked around, paying special attention to the surroundings of my bed, the two wooden bedside tables and the pastel drawing on the wall, depicting the sunset above the Hollywood Hills. As her gaze drifted to the left,checking out the wide double bed I was sitting on the edge of, she arched her left eyebrow: her version of the 'I can't wait to test its sturdiness' look.

'That statement was quite suggestive' I laughed.

'Except I know exactly why I'm here right now, so no need to be dropping hints' she stuck her tongue out and bent down to kiss me, her fingers brushing against my cheeks, a motion that always gave me that annoying, fuzzy feeling in my stomach.

My parting lips granted her access to my tongue and so she took advantage of my surrender: pulling me in closer, Shay kissed me with so much passion that stars began twinkling in front of my eyes.

'I'll help you take this off' I offered generously, pulling her t-shirt upward.

She quickly slipped out of the tight piece of clothing, exposing the black lace bra and her perfectly toned, flat stomach underneath it.

I rested my eyes on Shay's cleavage for a good thirty seconds, examining that tiny bridge between her breasts and the goosebumps arising on her flawless skin, as if it was begging for my touch.

It felt as though someone had just turned on the heater in my room and the temperature rose by at least 20 degrees.

Not that there was too much space between our bodies, but she managed to close that tiny gap by scooting closer to me, her breath tickling my lips while her fingers restlessly played with messy strands of my hair.

I pulled her closer, running my fingers through her hair as Shay bent down to connect our lips. It was slow and sensual and I found myself wanting more of the sweetness her lips had to offer.

'I love the way you're looking at me right now' she stated after gently pulling away.

I put my hands around her waist. Making direct contact with her skin, I felt my fingertips tingle from the heat radiating from her body.

'How am I looking at you?'

'Like you're about to tear my clothes off'

Shay removed my shirt and threw it across the room, on top of a light brown baroque commode. Her lips curled into a wistful smirk upon spotting my breasts hiding in a fire red bra.

I smiled coyly, lay back on the bed and pulled Shay on top of me.

I brushed her hair to the side and lustfully trailed my fingers along the column of her neck, lips throbbing from the thought of tasting her skin.

'You're so beautiful' the words escaped my lips before I could bite my tongue.

Her cheeks turned into a rosy shade of red, mouth slightly open as if she wasn't used to hearing it on a daily basis. In which case, I automatically wondered what was wrong with the world.

'Thank you' she murmured innocently, but I could tell she was melting inside.

Shay's lips traced the outline of my jaw, then made their way to my neck, placing dozens of kisses all over my shoulders and collarbones.

I wrapped my legs around her waist; Shay grinded against my crotch.

'How's that feel?'

Ecstatic.

She moved her hips in circular motions, causing me more pleasure than I was willing to admit.

In the meantime, her fingers unbuckled my belt and she peeled my jeans off of me, then returned to the exact same spot she was before, except now there was one less layer of clothes between us.

I let my hands wander around the small of her back, then her waist and as my palms settled on her butt, she bent down to crash our lips together.

Her tongue impatiently parted my lips, sucking and biting on them until air became a necessity and Shay pulled away, her chest rapidly moving up and down.

My fingers tugged on the hem of her bra, waiting for her approval to remove it. Shay slightly nodded, so I unclasped her bra and my palms eagerly caressed her perfectly round breasts, enjoying the sensation of her nipples hardening under my touch.

She leant her weight against me and I clung to her like a baby monkey, terrified of ever having to let go of that wonderful, liberating sense of belonging I'd never felt in anybody else's arms before.

I propped myself up on oneelbow and tenderly pushed Shay to my right, so that I could hover over her body.

She licked her lower lip as I fixated my gaze on her cleavage.

'Like what you see?' Shay scoffed.

'You have no idea' I mumbled.

'Enlighten me'

I subconsciously puckered up my lips, trying to describe the unholy images floating through my mind.

I pushed my palm against her hip and looped my finger into the waistband of her leggings, not making a big deal out of pulling them off.

'I've spent quite a while envisioning this moment in my head' I admitted as I bent down to kiss up the column of her neck.

Shay tangled her fingers in my hair.

'I thought about you last night, too' I continued quietly, pressing my lips against her collarbone.

I made my way to her boobs, my lips grazing her skin in a way that I knew was too tantalizing for her to cope with. I sucked on her nipples, twirling my tongue around them until the muscles in her stomach tensed up.

'Go on' she panted, her fingers still tangled in my hair.

'I thought about the things I would do to you' I murmured into her ear. 'Like the way I would let my lips discover every inch of you and only satisfy you when you can't handle it any longer'

She let out a frustrated moan, slightly throwing her head back as her body begged for satisfaction.

I pulled back a bit, caressing her abdomen with my fingertips and refusing to lower my hands, even though I could tell Shay was edging.

'And even then, I would go so slowly that you'd lose your mind'

'Fuck'

I slid my palms down her inner thighs, tickling and stroking her overly sensitive skin and Shay cursed under her breath.

'Don't tell me you've never fantasized about this' I grinned.

'Maybe I have, maybe I haven't' she whispered, squeezing her eyes shut and attempting to guide my hand into her panties.

'Not so fast, baby girl' I pecked her lips and continued drawing circles on her inner thighs.

I wanted to enjoy every second of teasing her.

'You don't want to feel how wet you're making me?' she smiled mysteriously, pain and pleasure dripping from her voice, that adorable Canadian accent of hers randomly popping up.

'Actually, I'd love to taste it, but not right now' I shrugged and attempted to stifle an evil laugh. 'Maybe in an hour'

She groaned again.

'If you carry on with this, I will have to –'

'Please do'

She gave me a nasty look, then lowered her hands to the waistband of her underwear, taking approximately half a second to get rid of it and a deep, guttural moan fell from her lips as her fingers pressed against her most sensitive spot.

I watched in awe as Shay arched her back, her fingers moving in and out of herself unstoppably.

I'd never been more turned on in my entire life.

Before she was about to climax, I knelt between her legs, staring shamelessly at her fingers in motion.

'I'll take it from here' I announced, bending forward to push my lips against her wetness and lacing our fingers as I removed her hand from her clit.

Shay tugged at my hair, subconsciously pushing me closer to her wet entrance. My tongue eagerly played with her, amused at her lively reactions.

I slid two fingers in, quickening the pace with every thrust.

'Yes, baby' Shay whimpered.

I took the risk of gently biting down on her inner thigh; Shay moaned out loud.

She lifted her hips, rocking back and forth. I was determined to squeeze every last ounce of pleasure out of her body.

'Please don't stop' she panted, her voice going raspy as her walls tightened around my fingers.

And so I didn't. I swiftly moved my fingers in and out of her; half a minute later, she fell back onto my pillow, sweaty and exhausted.

I lay down next to her, our fingers still laced.

'That was so good, but if you ever do it again, I'll kill you' she said playfully.

'You enjoyed it' I stated half-dismissively.

She knitted her brows and rolled over, facing me.

It seemed as though she was searching for the right words to say but was left constantly speechless, so in the end she just decided to win this argument with a kiss. And I let her.

Shay pushed me onto the pillow, holding both my wrists above my head as she straddled me.

'Bet you thought you'd get away with it' she smiled viciously, her right hand unclasping my bra.

'Sorry baby, it was payback for the stunt you pulled on the rooftop' I grinned back at her.

'Oh, right, we never finished that' a naughty smile spread across her face.

She bent forward to kiss me, lips making their way to my neck, hands fondling my breasts.

'I remember doing this...' with that, she ground on my thigh and feeling her still-wet pussy rub against me, I nearly exploded.

I wanted to free my hands, to trail my fingertips along each and every muscle in her back, feeling as they rhythmicallytense and loosen up, but she wouldn't let me.

'Not so fast, baby girl' Shay quoted me from earlier and it suddenly dawned on me that being dominated by this angel ranked number one on my list of biggest turn ons.

She pulled my underwear off with a single move of her hand, keeping me pinned to the mattress so effortlessly that it made my skin – and quite frankly, every other inch of my body – burn with desire.

Shay pressed her mouth against my lips, then my cheeks and finally my neck, her tongue drawing lazy circles on my skin.

'Can I leave a hickey?' she asked in a tone that was supposed to sound polite, but somewhere in the process a laugh erupted from her throat, reminding me of boys in high school asking this very same question, fearing my father's wrath once he notices the bruise on his daughter's neck.

Too bad we're not in high school anymore.

I accepted the request in the form of a loud, excited exhalation and Shay began lightly sucking on my neck, her lips working on one spot for long, tantalizing seconds.

'You're marked' she concluded with a childish grin and I wrapped my hands around her neck, crashing our lips together one more time.

She let her palms wander all around my body and when they finally arrived down south, she made sure not to brush against the spots where I needed her touch the most.

I was fully naked, my whole body tingling and aching for pleasure, but I should've known better than to get my hopes up.

She spent minutes that felt like eternity discovering my body; every inch of it, every bump and curve was just another stop on her way, another sight along the long, hilly road that she was willing to explore fully before arriving at her destination.

She knew my weaknesses, she knew how much I wanted, how much I needed her and she was devoted enough to exploit it.

Shay knelt between my legs and I automatically spread them wider apart.

'Wow, you're boosting my ego' she smiled leaning back to whisper into my ear, referring to the obvious, sticky wetness between my thighs.

'Fuck me' I responded, meaning the phrase both figuratively and literally.

She slightly nodded, as if that wish was the most frequent and ordinary thing in the world and before I could take a deeper breath, she pushed two fingers inside of me, her lips leaving lovemarks all over my neck.

I moaned right into her ear, my fingers getting tangled up in her hair as she let out a quiet, victorious chuckle.

The frustration tied my abdomen into knots while her fingers moved in and out, pushing me over the edge with every thrust.

I felt the frustration build up inside my body and right before I came, Shay kissed me, whispering 'I could get used to seeing you like this'.

I convulsed and bit down on her shoulder, the pleasure spreading through me faster than wildfire.

She kissed the tip of my nose.

I signaled Shay to lie down next to me and as soon as she did, I threw my arm around her waist and drifted off into a long, much-needed sleep.

I vaguely remembered her lips pressing against my forehead, then as if the world really did cease to exist: everything went peaceful and quiet. The difference is, now that Shay was beside me, I knew that I'd found my inner peace that wouldn't subside even when I wake up the next morning.