Morning Delight

Maya's warm breath caressed Eric's ear as she straddled him, her lips tracing the lines of his jaw. Eric's eyes fluttered open, and he was met with the sight of Maya's beautiful face, her hair a tangled mess around her shoulders. He groggily lifted his head, his eyes locking onto hers as she smiled mischievously. "Good morning," she whispered, her voice husky and seductive. Eric's response was a low groan as Maya's lips wrapped around his cock, her tongue dancing across the sensitive skin. He felt a jolt of electricity run through his body, and his eyes rolled back in his head as he surrendered to her ministrations. Maya's hands drifted up his thighs, her fingers digging gently into his skin as she worked her magic. Eric's body tensed, his muscles coiling with anticipation, as he felt himself being drawn into a world of pure pleasure. As she took him to the edge, Maya's eyes locked onto Eric's, her gaze burning with desire and passion. Eric felt himself being pulled under, his body responding to her touch in ways he never thought possible. The world around him melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the moment. Eric's hands drifted up to Maya's hair, his fingers tangling in the soft strands as he pulled her closer. "Maya," he whispered, his voice barely audible, as he felt himself explode in her mouth. Maya smiled, her lips still wrapped around him, as she pulled back and looked up at Eric. Her eyes sparkled with amusement, and her cheeks were flushed with arousal. "Good morning," she repeated, her voice husky and seductive. Eric's response was a low laugh, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. He pulled Maya into his arms, his lips crashing down on hers in a gentle, tender kiss. As they lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, Eric knew that this was what he wanted. This was what he needed. Maya, his love, his passion, his everything. The sunlight streaming through the window highlighted the rumpled sheets and the scattered clothes on the floor. Eric and Maya had made love, again, and again, and again. And he knew that they would do it all over again, and again, and again. As they lay there, basking in the warmth of their love, Eric's phone rang, shrill and insistent. He groggily reached over, his hand closing around the receiver. "Hello?" he mumbled, his voice husky with sleep. "Eric, it's Mark. I need to see you in my office. ASAP." Eric's eyes locked onto Maya's, and he felt a sense of trepidation wash over him. What did Mark want? And how would it affect their relationship? He looked at Maya, and she smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I think we have a problem," she whispered. Eric's response was a low sigh, his body still relaxing into the warmth of the bed. He knew that they would face whatever came their way, together. As long as they had each other, they could handle anything.