Maya extended her legs along the couch making herself comfortable, doing whatever it takes to not lose the page of the book she was reading. She pulled the blanket nearer to her lap and rested the book there.
She had as of now read an identical section multiple times, she had made an honest effort to specialise in her perusing and not on Carina, who was inclining toward the kitchen counter, handling some new study about something Maya didn't actually recollect.
She may need been distracted by her wife's outfit, a basic green dungarees with the straps long to just about uncover the white sports bra that covered her chest. It might are the messy bun that a couple of brown locks got away on one or the opposite side of her face that for reasons unknown was making Maya insane, it'd are the brunette's accent delicately singing an Italian melody.
However,
The lady involved her available energy with attempting new things. And after having attempted a couple of peculiar things, almost like a mix among loading and aquagym, the woman seemed to have observed something consoling in baking and particularly in sweets. from time to time she would share her creations with them, something that had begun as a reason to work out the way to converse with Maya and structure for lost time, had become very nearly a propensity as Carina seemed to have made a significant close bond together with her mom due to cooking. Not that Maya was never an enormous appetite like Carina, yet the terrible relationship with sweet food sources she had created in sight of her dad and severe eating routine was something Maya actually struggled with.
And it wasn't just the chocolate, it had been the way Carina popped the small bonbons into her mouth, the way she licked her lips with her tongue learning any traces of the candy left on them and therefore the way they melted on her fingers, which his wife licked until they appeared to be stripped of any remaining chocolate flavor.
At first she thought Carina could be doing it intentionally to tease her, considering the Italian found it fucking pleasurable to tease her for long periods of your time to check what proportion the blonde could take.
Not that it really bothered her, it really made romance such a lot more entertaining and pleasurable, but Maya liked to pretend it did. Maya watched the brunette totally forgetting the book. it had been difficult to be so damn attracting doing something as commonplace as eating chocolate. Then, at that time , she understood that her wife did not have to successfully be beautiful . Anything Carina did was totally cute without the slightest effort on her part, even drying her hands or sitting down with a coffee.
With a grunt she dropped the book and kicked the blanket until it fell to the ground , she stood up, walking steadily to face beside Carina, slamming the laptop shut and kissing her, It required Carina a couple of seconds to reply before she returned the kiss, slowly closing her eyes and folding her arms over Maya's midsection to tug her close..
Gasping, Maya broke the kiss, squeezing her forehead against Carina's before grabbing a half-melted bonbon to push it into the Italian mouth who locked her eyes on hers, clouded with desire and grabbed her wrist to lick her fingers as she ate the treat inspiring a coffee moan from at heart in Maya's throat, who used her blank check to tenderly pull on the hair at the nape of her neck to draw her into another hungry kiss that filled the space with the gasps, grunts of the 2 of them.
Looking for oxygen Carina pulled faraway from her, leaving spooky kisses on the blondie's swollen lips with a smile. "I thought you didn't want to eat candy" she whispered, her voice husky.
"In fact I didn't" she added, making Carina let loose a light-weight laugh against her lips. Maya got one more candy again and held it between them "but it looks like a fun way to savor it" she asked biting her lip.
"Better believe it" a smile framed on the blonde's lips as Carina took the bonbon from her fingers before twisting her around sticking her against the counter.
