"Behind Closed Doors"

Maya knocked on the door of Beck's RV, her heart racing with anticipation. She had been looking forward to this all day, and she couldn't wait to be alone with him. The door slid open, and Beck's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with desire. "Hey, Maya," he said, his voice low and husky. "I've been waiting for you." Maya smiled, feeling a flutter in her chest. She stepped inside, and Beck closed the door behind her, enveloping them in a cozy, intimate space. The RV was dimly lit, with only a few soft lights illuminating the interior. The air was thick with the scent of wood and leather. Beck's eyes never left hers as he moved closer, his fingers brushing against her skin. Maya felt a shiver run down her spine as he led her to the couch, where he sat down, pulling her onto his lap. "I'm so glad you're here," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "I've been thinking about you all day." Maya's heart skipped a beat as Beck's hands began to roam over her body, his fingers tracing the curves of her face, her neck, and her shoulders. She felt a surge of desire as he pulled her closer, his lips brushing against her skin. Without a word, Beck slid his hands under her skirt, his fingers teasing the edge of her panties. Maya gasped, her body responding to his touch. Beck's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with intensity. "Take off your panties," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. "I want to taste you." Maya's heart racing, she obeyed, sliding off her panties and letting them fall to the floor. Beck's eyes never left hers as he pulled her closer, his tongue tracing the edge of her folds. Maya moaned, her body responding to his touch. Beck's fingers slipped inside her, stretching her, filling her. His tongue danced over her clit, sending shivers down her spine. "You're so wet," Beck whispered, his voice dirty and arousing. "I love it." Maya's eyes closed, and she let herself get lost in the sensation, Beck's fingers and tongue working together to drive her crazy. She felt herself building, the tension coiling inside her. "Come for me," Beck whispered, his voice husky with desire. "I want to feel you come." Maya's body responded, her orgasm washing over her like a wave. She cried out, her voice muffled by Beck's shoulder. As she came down, Beck pulled her close, his arms wrapping around her. "You're mine," he whispered, his voice low and possessive. "Don't forget it." Maya smiled, feeling a thrill of excitement. She knew that she was his, at least for now. And she was happy to be.