Midnight Confessions

The darkness outside seemed to press in around them, the only sound the gentle hum of crickets and the occasional hoot of an owl. Maya lay still, her eyes closed, pretending to be asleep. She had dozed off for a bit, but as the hours crept by, she found herself wide awake, her mind racing with thoughts of Eric and their life together. As she lay there, she became aware of a faint rustling sound coming from Eric's side of the bed. At first, she thought it was just him adjusting his position, but as the sound continued, she realized that he was doing something more. Her eyes fluttered open, and she peeked through her lashes, trying not to make it seem like she was watching. The dim light of the moon cast an eerie glow over Eric's face, illuminating his features as he lay on his back, his hand moving up and down his cock. Maya's heart skipped a beat as she felt a flush rise to her cheeks. She had never seen him masturbate before, and the sight of him, lost in his own pleasure, was both exhilarating and a little embarrassing. As she watched, Eric's breathing grew more ragged, and his movements became more urgent. Maya felt a pang of arousal, and her nipples hardened in response. She couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking about, what fantasies were playing out in his mind as he brought himself to climax. Just as Eric was about to come, he froze, his eyes snapping open as if he sensed that he was being watched. For a moment, he and Maya locked eyes, the tension between them palpable. Maya felt like she had been caught doing something wrong, but Eric's expression was more surprised than guilty. Maya's face grew hotter, and she quickly looked away, trying to play it cool. Eric, however, seemed to relax, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. He rolled onto his side, away from Maya, and whispered, "Sorry." Maya's eyes drifted back to him, and she smiled, feeling a little embarrassed but also a little turned on. "Don't be sorry," she whispered back, her voice barely audible. "I think it's kind of sweet." Eric's grin grew wider, and he turned back to face her, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Really?" he asked, his voice low and husky. Maya nodded, her eyes locked on his. "Yeah. I mean, I guess it's nice to know that I'm not the only one who thinks about sex." Eric chuckled, and the tension between them dissipated. He reached out and pulled Maya close, his arms wrapping around her like a vice. "I think about sex a lot," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "And most of the time, I'm thinking about you." As they lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, Maya felt a deep connection to Eric, a sense of intimacy that went beyond just sex. She knew that she had caught him in a private moment, but instead of feeling embarrassed or ashamed, she felt grateful to have shared in his vulnerability. And as they drifted off to sleep, Maya knew that this was a moment she would never forget.