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“I’d have to explain… and I am just not ready to deal with that just yet,” Maya sighs, before smirking and taking the espresso cup out of Carina’s hands. “But! A few months of marriage to you under my belt and I am sure I’ll be a lot braver.”
They share a quick kiss.
“Okay, lots to do and only five hours!” Maya says, pulling away.
“No, no, no, no, no,” Carina objects, pulling Maya back into her embrace. “We’re going to the Polish restaurant, and…”
They share a giddy laugh, before singing together, “We’re gonna get ma-a-arried!”
“I am hers,” Carina sings softly.
“Ugh,” Maya groans, still unable to believe that today is the day she marries the woman that she so dearly loves. She cups Carina’s face between her hands and pulls her close, singing into her lips, “And she is mine…” before sealing her promise with a kiss.
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It’s supposed to be a sweet, chaste kiss, like all the others that came just before it. But Carina’s hands find their way to Maya’s ass and gives it a firm squeeze, and Maya hears herself respond with a moan.
“Hm, bambina,” Carina purrs, the smirk oh-so-evident in her tone.
“No,” Maya says, trying her best to put on her serious tone, but failing miserably. “No sex before the wedding!”
“That’s not what you were saying when I got back from Italia,” Carina teases, her hands keeping their tenancy.
Maya blushes a light crimson and defends herself. “Well, you’d been gone for six weeks!”
“Four,” Carina corrects, a smile plastered across her face.
“Yeah, but it’s not like we could do anything whilst you were quarantining for two weeks,” she mumbles, leaning in to kiss her lightly.
“Well,” Carina husks, “the things we did virtually count, don’t they?”
Maya feels a hot flash run through her body as she recalls the conversations they had over the phone, the FaceTime chats where they were mostly naked, and of course, the filthy texting – sexting, rather – that had kept them from breaking all the quarantine rules.
“Hm,” Maya hums, cocking her head to the side. “Do they really count if we weren’t physically together?”
“I think they do, seeing how many orgasms I had,” Carina whispers in her ear, her teeth deliberately grazing the soft, sensitive lobe.
Maya feels a shiver run down her spine at those words. Eyes closed; she silently cusses before composing herself a little. “Huh, did you now?”
“Did you not?” comes the silky voice again, tickling her eardrum. “Because I’m pretty sure I heard otherwise.”
“You know I did,” Maya mumbles, a shy smile creeping across her face. She has never been a prude – and she knows she isn’t – but when her Italian, doctor-of-female-orgasms fiancée puts on her sultry voice and talks about her pleasure like it is the most natural thing in the world, she feels things.
“Do you want me to show you exactly what I did in my hotel room whilst you were on the phone, bambina?” Carina asks nonchalantly.
Maya feels her breath hitch at those words.
“Uhm-hm.” She tries to say no, but it comes out sounding more like a whimper.
“What was that?” Carina teases, tongue tracing the prominent muscle in Maya’s neck. She bites with just the right amount of pressure, and Maya can feel her resolve melting away by the second.
“Carina,” she whines. “We have so much to do today and - … And Andy’s going to be here… soon…” she tries to protest, but even she can hear how unconvincing she sounds.
“We can be quick,” Carina replies with a coolness, leaving light red patches down Maya’s neck. She can mark her tonight, but not before. “Si?”
Despite her brain telling her ‘No’, her body is screaming a very different response. ‘Mind over matter my ass,’ Maya thinks to herself before pulling Carina’s face towards her own.
Carina slips her tongue into her mouth and Maya knows that she has made the right decision. The wedding can wait – after all, it can’t start without them, right? Her hands find their way under Carina’s pink pullover, and she groans at the feel of soft skin. God, she had missed this so much when Carina was away. Maya monogamy-is-for-the-weak Bishop didn’t know that she could long for a person so much, but their recent separation had shown her otherwise.
“I missed you,” Carina murmurs against her mouth, her hands finding their way back down. “Have I mentioned how good these pants make your ass look?”
Maya smiles. “Mm, once or twice, but I could hear it again.”
“They look… fantastico...” Carina emphasises in between kisses, her hands roaming the surface. “But you know when they look especially fantastic?”
Maya knows where this is going, but she plays coy. “Mm… when?”
“When I’m taking you from behind,” Carina mumbles into her lips, her voice an octave lower than its usual bubbly tone.
Fuck. Maya has heard that particular sentence before, and she’s experienced first-hand how Carina gets more vocal; her language full of profanities when she’s taking Maya that way, but it still makes her insides do summersaults and her cheeks flush.
“Will you –… Will you take me like that, now?” she asks in a shaky voice, her eyes fixed on Carina’s lips, desperately trying to keep her tone even and smooth.
“No,” Carina immediately responds, a sly smirk spreading across her face.
Before Maya has a chance to retaliate with a whine, she’s pinned against the wall – their bedroom wall (when did they make it to the bedroom?) – and Carina is biting her neck, chasing the tinge of pain with her soft tongue.
“Carina,” Maya moans softly, allowing her head to roll back and hit the wall with a soft thump.
“I thought about the number of times I’ve taken you against the wall like this,” Carina starts, her hands wrapping over Maya’s, raising them above their heads. Maya tries to stifle a quiet moan when she feels her wrists hit the wall. Carina smirks and single-handedly keeps her restrained while bringing her free hand down to roam Maya’s body. “How I wished you were in that hotel room with me…”
“Mm, yeah?” Maya asks, voice barely above a whisper. She wants to touch Carina’s body; taste the exposed skin of her shoulders, but she’s pinned, and she can’t, and the thought of it makes her knees buckle.
“Si,” Carina replies, locking eyes inches away from Maya’s face. “The number of times I’ve had my strap buried to the hilt inside you…”
Maya feels herself clench around nothing.
“But you know what I thought about the most?”
“What?” Maya’s voice is breathy, and the word is hardly audible.
“Your moans,” Carina says, her eyes closing and a grin of pleasure spreading across her face. “You make the prettiest sounds for me, bambina.”
‘Fuck,’ Maya thinks to herself. Carina is never shy to say exactly what is on her mind; exactly what she wants Maya to do, and the blonde feels a jolt travel straight to her core.
“Are you going to make me moan now?” she cheekily asks, eyes hooded, dragging her gaze from Carina’s lips and looking into her eyes. She is just out of reach and it’s maddening.
The only response she gets from Carina is a smug smile before she walks away; leaving Maya breathless, dumbfounded, and extremely turned on.
Carina is rummaging around for something, and Maya isn’t sure whether she should ask or just be surprised. She settles for the latter.
Her eyes follow Carina back across the room and to their bed. The Italian sits and moves to the headboard, making herself comfortable with their pillows behind her. Eyes locked, Carina slowly lifts her sweater, discarding it, and a sly smile spreads across her lips when she reaches behind her back to unclip her bralette. She slips it off and slowly palms at her own breasts.
Maya feels herself biting her lip when she sees Carina’s nipples harden under the soft touch.
“Are you just going to stand there, or would you like front row seats?” she husks.
Maya shakes herself out of the trance that Carina has put her into and realises how she must have looked, standing there gawking like a fish out of water. She hurriedly slips out of her tight running top and clambers onto the bed, kneeling low between Carina’s legs.
“Four weeks without touching you was hard,” Carina says, running her fingers up and down her own torso. She adds with a smirk, “But I got through it…”
“Four weeks without you touching me was hard,” Maya mumbles, reaching for the button on Carina’s black jeans. She manages to shimmy them off and inhales sharply at the sight in front of her eyes – her super-hot-Italian-doctor-fiancée was a dancer once upon a time, and it’s still clearly visible. Her toned abdominals; the slender but strong arms and thighs, the sex appeal…
Maya bites her lip. It isn’t often that Carina asks – demands – to go first, but when she does, Maya thrives off the feeling she gets when she knows that she is the one making the Italian lose her mind; the feeling she gets when she wants Carina to use her to get off. She feels herself blush deeply just thinking about it that way.
“I missed how you would look at me when I had my fingers deep inside you, eyes desperate. You like to be filled, don’t you, bambina?” she asks authoritatively, her fingernails tracing the skin just above the hem of her underwear.
The only reply Carina gets from Maya is a whimper. Words fail to formulate in her brain as she watches the goosebumps slowly emerge on Carina’s torso.
“Look at me,” Carina says in a low tone. Maya manages to tear her eyes away from Carina’s body, locking their eyes. “Answer my question, bella.”
Maya swallows hard. “I do,” she admits with a tremble in her voice.
“Mm, thank you bambina,” Carina praises. She moves a hand close to her underwear and slips just the tip of her fingers underneath the hem, watching as Maya’s pupils follow, a frown of desperation painted across her forehead.
“Carina,” Maya mumbles, changing her position to lie flat on her stomach.
Carina hums and licks her lips lazily, as if she is having the most casual time. “I missed tasting you,” she continues, ignoring Maya’s silent pleas. Her hand disappears underneath the fabric and Maya bites her lip, hard, when she hears the soft gasp that leaves Carina’s mouth.
“In fact, I missed tasting you so much…” she pauses, her head falling back as she touches herself, a light frown of pleasure painted across her face. Her hand re-emerges, and Maya feels her heart skip a beat when she sees Carina’s glistening fingers. Blue eyes track them as they move up, slowly, and when blue meets brown, Carina takes her digits into her mouth and sucks gently, letting out a satisfied moan, “… that I tasted myself instead.”
The last part of the sentence sits dully at the base of Maya’s skull before it strikes at her lower abdomen like lightening. Fuck.
Carina lets out a low snigger as she sees the look of arousal heighten in Maya’s eyes. She lifts herself and discards her underwear, leaving herself completely bare.
Maya can smell her fiancée’s arousal and it only adds to her own. She hooks her arms around Carina’s lean thighs and places hot kisses on the flesh. She can practically feel her mouth water at the scent currently tickling at her nostrils.
“May I?” she asks with a croaky voice. “May I taste?”
“No.” Carina’s reply is immediate and leaves Maya dizzy. “No. I want you to watch. Watch what the mere thought of taking you does to me.”
Maya huffs in frustration but pulls herself together. When she pays attention to her senses other than the obnoxiously loud thumping of her clit, her ears pick up on a light buzzing sound and she realises that Carina is holding a vibrator. So that’s what she was looking for earlier.
One hand busying itself with squeezing at her own breast, the other, travelling down with the toy, Carina lets out a harsh breath when the silicone touches her clit. “Cazzo!”
“Carina,” Maya whines, desperate to feel her, to touch her, to taste her.
Maya’s complaints go unheard as the Italian lets her head fall backwards, letting out a throaty moan. “Si,” she says to herself quietly.
Maya grits her teeth. She could test her luck and just dip her tongue, just in the slightest, to momentarily satisfy her craving. She turns her head to Carina’s inner thigh and alternates between biting and sucking red patches into existence. Little by little, she inches closer to Carina’s centre.
She feels a hand cradle her chin, forcing her to look up and lock eyes.
“Careful where you tread, bambina,” Carina says in a dangerous tone – a clear warning. Half of Maya wants to go ahead anyway, punishment be damned (or welcomed?), but the other half screams in protest, thinking about the praise that is sure to come her way if she is good.
And if she’s being honest, there’s something about the way Carina radiates command. Something about the way it makes her feel when she’s restricted from what she wants to do. It drives her mad. Maya has learnt so much more about herself since she started seeing Carina, and she feels her heart briefly swell at the thought.
“Look, bambina,” Carina gestures, trailing the toy from her opening up to her clit. “Do you see how wet you make me?”
It’s a loaded question, and Maya doesn’t know how to begin to answer it.
“All this, just from thinking about how enthusiastically you respond when I fuck you,” she adds with deadly coherence.
Maya can’t comprehend how calm Carina is; how she herself is the one who is more of a mess than the person teasing herself with a toy.
The buzzing stops with a click. Maya forces her eyes away from Carina’s exposed, inviting cunt and looks up.
Carina slowly brings the toy up to Maya’s face; a raised eyebrow posing a silent question. Is this okay?
Maya doesn’t hesitate. Holding her gaze, she darts her tongue out to swirl around the toy and sees a flicker of want flash through Carina’s eyes.
‘Game on,’ she thinks to herself as she smiles cheekily.
She takes the toy into her mouth, tasting a mixture of her fiancée’s arousal and silicone. She feels her eyes roll back at finally being able to partake; a moan slips past her vocals and she hums softly as she opens her eyes.
Carina is watching her with a predatory look.
Maya feels her cheeks heat up. She takes in more of the toy, bringing her mouth down onto it before slowly letting it out of her mouth with a gentle pop. It is purely for show, but Maya knows how much it gets to Carina when she does this. Although there is no direct stimulation that Carina gets, Maya had learnt early on that there is something erotic about the act that drives them both wild.
She slowly brings her mouth down onto it again, and this time, she doesn’t stop when she feels it hit the back of her throat. Maya adjusts herself and in one swift motion, takes the rest of the toy into her throat.
Carina gasps loudly and her body jerks in response. The movement is enough to thrust the toy further down Maya’s throat and she chokes, not having anticipated it. A flash of arousal floods through her entire body and she feels it beating in her cunt.
“Mi dispiace – I’m sorry!” Carina hasitly apologises, shooting up from her position, her hand stretched in Maya’s direction.
Maya doesn’t know whether to shrug it off or tell Carina exactly how it made her feel.
“It’s okay,” Maya rasps, taking in a deep breath. She settles for the former. “I’m okay.”
Eyes searching Maya’s for a hint of pain or discomfort and finding neither, Carina relaxes against the pillows once more.
She gives Maya a knowing smile and turns on the vibrator, emitting a sigh of content when she places it above her clit, her back arching in the slightest. “Cazzo.”
“This is how I masturbated in the hotel room,” she starts, locking their eyes together. “Thinking about how your body looks when you come for me.”
Almost instinctually, Maya rolls her hips. She can feel how slick she is – she is certain her underwear is ruined, and the tight fit of her leggings don’t help.
“Carina,” she whines, her voice coming out breathy and broken.
She is ignored once more, and Carina thrives in the environment. The room is filled with her gentle moans and the blonde’s heavy sighs.
Maya can’t take it anymore – she is throbbing, and the pressure is building with no end in sight. She knows she can’t touch herself, but even if she could somehow convince Carina to let her help, it will release some of the pent-up feeling that she is going to explode.
She sucks a red bruise into the meat of Carina’s inner thigh and draws her eyes up to make contact. She lets out a pathetic whimper when a low smirk spreads across Carina’s face.
“Beg for it.”
Maya’s breath hitches and she feels herself flutter madly around nothing.
She swallows thickly and tries to focus on her words and not what she currently feels between her legs. She lets out a desperate sigh. “God, I want to taste you, please? I want you in my mouth; I want to make you feel good. Please? Please.”
“How bad do you want it?” Even when she is so close to coming undone, Carina’s voice still emanates control, and it drives Maya senseless.
“So bad – I – … I need it, please, Carina, please, let me –…”
The next syllable that leaves Carina’s lips is devastatingly precise.
“Eat.”
Ignoring the hot, hammering sensation at the base of her core, Maya immediately dips down and groans embarrassingly loudly as her tongue makes contact with Carina’s slick cunt. Even Carina, who has been very composed throughout, can’t help the sharp breath that leaves her lungs. Maya runs her tongue up and down, not taking the risk of time being leisure. She hums in the absolute pleasure of how Carina tastes; takes her clit into her mouth and –
She feels a hand in her hair, a closed fist, before a sharp tug that she combats with a hiss. Mouth agape, panting from the pleasure of pain, Maya looks at her.
“Carina?” she asks in a desperate voice.
“Più lentamente,” scolds Carina, holding an unwavering gaze. “Slower.”
Maya feels an unintentional moan leave her throat at the words.
Slower.
Carina never fails to show her that she is in charge, whether she be giving or receiving, and the powerlessness makes Maya think she might be closer to a release than Carina.
She gulps and nods slowly, and when Carina’s grip on her hair loosens, Maya takes it as the go-ahead.
She starts all over again, making sure to take her time as she was told.
“I thought about the time when I made you come in your office,” Carina starts, head falling back in a feeling of bliss as Maya’s tongue works its magic. “You were insatiable; the thought of your team finding out drove you –” she inhales sharply and exhales with a moan, “ – wild.”
Maya hums at the memory and the vibration of her vocal cords only heightens Carina’s sensitivity.
“Fuck,” Carina breathes out softly, her hands tangling in Maya’s hair once again. She closes her fist and Maya feels a light pressure – it hurts, but in the good way. “You’re so good, bambina.”
The words make Maya want to shove a hand down her own pants, but she shouldn’t. This is about Carina; about maing her feel good. Repressing the urges, Maya focuses on the task at hand and changes her technique.
“Yes, bambina, si,” Carina grunts, her hips bucking up.
Maya feels herself wanting to explode. She’s desperate for any kind of contact, but rolling her hips against nothing is futile.
“Use me?” she manages to croack, briefly tearing her mouth away from Carina. “Use me, please?”
Carina doesn’t need any more encouragement. She holds Maya’s head in place and her hips start a slow rhythm of their own, grinding into Maya’s hot, open and waiting mouth.
She locks eyes with Maya. “Do you like that?” she asks, her expression a mixture between that of pleasure and a smirk. “Do you like it when I use you to get off?”
Maya can’t speak, but she sure as hell can vocalise exactly what she feels when Carina speaks to her like that. She lets out a tragic moan and feels the pressure in her lower abdomen build even more.
“You’re so good, bella, so good at making me feel –” she’s cut off by a moan.
Maya whimpers.
“Si, Maya, fammi venire,” Carina mumbles. Make me come.
A feeling of desperation fills Maya, and she’s unsure whether it’s for her own release or for Carina’s. She knows that Carina is close – the emergence of sentences in her native tongue is the biggest indicator; something that Maya had noted early on in their relationship. The frustration that she feels at not being able to make Carina come makes her blood boil in the best way – Carina is in charge of her own orgasm. Maya is merely there to help.
Carina’s hips are building speed, their rhythm becoming erratic; her grip in Maya’s hair, tighter. Maya watches Carina slowly lose more of herself in her pleasure, and she thinks she has never seen a more alluring sight. Her brown hair is framing her face like a halo; her long physique, limbs, tangled together; her toned muscles that move and tremble as she nears her climax.
Carina lets out a string of nonsensical words, and Maya isn’t sure whether it’s Enlgish or Italian, but what she does understand is her name; the syllable broken up between moans and pants. She doesn’t think she’s ever heard a better sound.
Carina’s hips, grinding into Maya’s face, are completely out of control. Her back is off the bed in an impossible arc, and when her hips lock up and her body goes rigid, Maya takes it upon herself to help Carina through her release; prolong her release. She hooks her arms around Carina’s thighs and takes her clit into her mouth and sucks. The reaction is immediate – Carina’s thighs clamp around her head and Maya is riding through her orgasm with her; oxygen be damned.
“Fuck!” Carina gasps, dragging out the word; her body trembling through the aftershocks of her climax.
Maya internally screams it too, but is too busy deliciously suffocating to verbalise it.
In sync with Carina’s decreshendo, Maya slows the intensity of her tongue. When Carina’s breathing has evened out and only the odd one or two muscles in her abdominals are twitching, Maya gently traces Carina’s centre with her tongue before finally pulling away.
She looks up at her.
“Hi,” she murmers, a smile plastered on her face.
“Mm, hey,” comes Carina’s husky reply, one arm sprawled across her forehead. She has a look of bliss spread across her face. “Dammi un bacio.”
Wiping her face against the side of her shoulder, Maya moves up Carina’s body and swings a knee over Carina’s waist, straddling her. She leans down to envelope her in a deep kiss, and when their tongues come into contact, the spark that re-electrifies her body reminds her of the almost-painful arousal that she had sidelined to give Carina what she wanted, what she deserved.
Mouths still connected, Carina pulls herself up into a sitting position, bringing Maya with her. She scratches down Maya’s back with the tip of her fingernails before wrapping her arms around Maya’s waist and slowly pulling away. She lets out a low chuckle when she sees the hungry look of desperation in Maya’s blown pupils.
“You were so good, bambina, thank you,” Carina praises into her mouth, and Maya responds by grinding her hips down into Carina’s pelvis. She lets out a guttural moan.
“Carina, please, I – fuck” Maya starts, but is cut off by Carina’s hands firmly holding her hips and guiding them back and forth, encouraging her to grind. She barely has contact where she needs it the most, but just the act of it gives her a placebo effect.
“You were so good, bella. Now it’s your turn,” Carina husks, teeth scraping at Maya’s collarbones, her neck. Before Maya comprehends what is happening, Carina has switched their positions and Maya finds herself on her back with Carina in between her legs.
She breathes heavily at the implication of what is soon to follow.
“Let’s get these off,” Carina mumbles, smirking and hooking her fingers in both the layers of material around Maya’s hips.
At her ankles, Maya kicks them off and finally, finally, is able to spread her legs indecently wide. If she thought she was throbbing before, she does not know how to describe what she is feeling now. It’s borderline torture; she desperately needs a release.
Carina tuts lightly. “Oh, bambina, guarda come sei bagnato,” she teases. Look how wet you are.
Maya gulps. She does not understand a word of what is said, but by the looks of how quickly Carina’s pupils darkened when Maya exposed herself, she’s pretty confident that Carina is referring to her arousal.
Carina shifts to lie on her stomach, her face inches away from Maya’s cunt, and Maya shivers in anticipation. Carina starts at her thighs, sucking harsh marks into the flesh, and the sensitivity of Maya’s entire body is so heightened that it makes her hips buck up.
“God, Carina, please,” Maya sighs, tangling her hands in the wavy, brown locks.
“Okay,” she says quietly, a smirk still evident in her tone. “You’ve been so patient for me, bella.”
Carina places a hot, wet kiss on her inner fold and Maya whimpers, which turns into a borderline pornographic moan the moment she feels a tongue run up her slit. Carina lets out a low grunt of satisfaction at tasting Maya.
Maya thanks her lucky stars that Carina is not in a teasing mood – god knows she can’t take much more at this point. She humns heavily as she feels Carina’s tongue work its goddess-blessed magic; feels it tease at her opening before slowly travelling up to circle her clit. Carina flicks at it softly, and Maya lets her vocals run wild. Neighbours be damnned.
Maya also thanks her lucky stars that Carina, bless her soul, has studied the female orgasm in depth and as a result, knows exactly what makes her tick. Although everyone’s bodies are different, it hadn’t taken Carina much time at all to figure out precisely what to do when she wanted to make Maya come quick, or give her an intense orgasm by drawing out her desperation for a prolonged period of time.
She lets out another wild moan when she feels Carina’s lips wrap around her clit and suck gently.
“Fuck!” she breathes out, her toes curling and her back arching up. She’s so close, she can feel it. “God, Carina, you’re so good, fuck –”
Carina slows down, a frown painted across her forehead, before she abruptly stops. She tunes her ears and cocks her head in the direction of the door.
“Maya... I think Andy is here,” she says with wide eyes, an amused smile creeping across her lips.
“What? – No, no, no, no, no,” Maya pleads, letting out a breath of frustration. “Please!”
“She’s right out there! We can’t let her wait there whilst you come, bella,” Carina says in a half mock, half apologetic voice.
“But I’m so fucking wet,” Maya moans, sighing dramatically. “I was so close!”
“Oh, I know,” Carina says matter-of-factly. “But she’s probably already scarred from your obnoxious moans.”
“It’s not like I didn’t hear her and Ryan up at all hours of the morning when she was still living here,” Maya grumbles, swinging her legs closed and hastily clambering off the bed. She squeezes back into the running top and throws her legs into her pants, yanking them up herself. “Ugh, what impeccable timing. Can’t we postpone the wedding?”
Carina gives her an amused look. “You want to postpone the wedding because you want to come?”
Maya whines, accepting her fate. “Maybe,” she says with a pout.
“I promise I’ll make it up to you, bella,” Carina husks, kneeling on the bed and giving Maya one last kiss before pushing her in the direction of the bedroom door.
Huffing, Maya makes a pit stop at the bathroom and in her haste, doesn’t bother looking in the mirror. Glaring at Carina who is lying on the bed enjoying the almost-comedic scene unveiling in front of her, Maya dashes toward the door and takes a few deep breaths before opening it.
“Hi!” she tries but it sounds uneven, and she winces at herself. “Hi, sorry, we’re here,” she says, and she herself can hear the tremble in her voice.
“We just got out of the…” she pauses and swallows thickly, trying to think on her feet. Her brain has been scrambled by her prior activities and so she rolls with the best she’s got, “… the… shower?”
Maya doesn’t know who she’s trying to convince. Her last word comes out breathy and more as a question, and she can still feel her knees wobble. The adrenaline rush that she got when Carina told her that Andy was here has dampened her arousal a little – but not enough, if you ask Maya.
But Andy doesn’t need to know that.
Wedding sex tonight is going to absolutely destroy me, Maya thinks to herself as Andy happily chatters away about the itinerary for the day.