"Taking Control"

As the fire crackled and popped in the fireplace, Eric couldn't help but feel a growing sense of desire for Maya. They had been sitting on the couch, watching the flames dance and listening to the sound of birds chirping outside, and Eric's patience was wearing thin. He had been looking forward to this weekend for weeks, and he wasn't about to let it go to waste. Maya seemed to sense his gaze on her, and she turned to him with a smile. "What's wrong?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with amusement. Eric didn't bother to respond. Instead, he reached out and gently took Maya's hand, his fingers intertwining with hers. He pulled her towards him, his eyes locked on hers, and Maya's smile faltered for a moment before she regained her composure. As they sat there, hands entwined, Eric could feel the tension between them building. He knew that Maya had been waiting for him to make a move, and he was more than happy to oblige. With a gentle tug, he pulled her off the couch and onto the floor, his eyes never leaving hers. Maya laughed, a soft, throaty sound, as she landed on the soft rug. Eric followed her down, his body covering hers as he pinned her to the floor. For a moment, they just lay there, Eric's weight pressing down on Maya, his face inches from hers. "Eric," Maya whispered, her voice barely audible. Eric's response was to lower his mouth to hers, his lips brushing against hers in a gentle, exploratory kiss. Maya's mouth opened beneath his, and Eric deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with hers. As they kissed, Eric's hands began to roam, tracing the curves of Maya's body beneath her clothes. Maya moaned, her hands rising to cup Eric's face, and he could feel her melting beneath him. With a gentle shift, Eric rolled them over, pinning Maya's wrists to the floor as he hovered above her. For a moment, he just looked at her, his eyes drinking in the sight of her flushed face and sparkling eyes. Then, with a swift movement, Eric was undoing the buttons on Maya's shirt, his fingers brushing against her skin as he exposed her to his gaze. Maya gasped, her eyes flying to his, and Eric could see the question in them. But Eric wasn't interested in questions. He was interested in one thing only: taking Maya, claiming her as his own. And as he lowered his mouth to her breast, Maya's doubts seemed to melt away, replaced by a growing sense of desire. As the fire crackled on, Eric took control, his body claiming Maya's as his own. It was a slow, sensual dance, one that left them both breathless and wanting more. And as they finally broke apart, gasping for air, Eric knew that this was just the beginning of their weekend together.