Maya had two choices: lean against the pillar, or collapse. So she chose to lean back as Lex vanished beneath her dress--and got to work. It amazed her how quickly he found all the right spots, amazed her how quickly he could get her trembling, and as she leaned back for support, she gently grasped at Lex's head through her dress, needing something to hold onto. It wasn't long at all before she began to tremble, the heat building between her legs, threatening to turn into something overwhelming--but then he changed rhythm and position and it interrupted her just long enough to delay her climax.
But not for long.
Alone in this secret place, they didn't have to worry about keeping quiet, but Maya still clamped a hand over her mouth just in case. It felt good, too good, and once again she worried she might scream if she wasn't careful. She writhed where she stood, struggling to stay upright and not slide down the pillar, one hand on Lex's head, the other muffling her moans as his tongue licked and his thumb stroked, driving her wild, and leaving her craving more even as, finally, he tipped her over the edge.
Her breath caught, her cry stifled behind her hand, and every muscle stiffened and trembled as she came against his mouth.