The room was a mess, as per usual. Clothes were strewn about haphazardly, textbooks splayed open on the desk, and empty coffee cups littered the floor. But he didn't mind. In fact, he found it oddly endearing. It was just like Masha to be so disorganized in her personal life, yet so put together in every other aspect.
He reclined on her unmade bed, his eyes never leaving her. Masha was completely oblivious to his presence, her focus solely on the textbooks spread out before her. Her brow was furrowed in concentration, her lips moving silently as she read. She was so engrossed in her studies that she didn't even notice him enter the room.
Unable to resist, he reached out and gently brushed her thigh. Masha jumped, startled, her eyes snapping up to meet his. She turned to face him, her eyes narrowing in mock annoyance. "What are you doing here?" she demanded.
He grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "I'm here for you, of course," he replied, his hand inching higher up her leg.
Masha rolled her eyes, but made no move to stop him. "You're such a creep," she said, but there was no heat in her voice. Instead, she leaned back, giving him better access.
He took full advantage, his fingers exploring the warmth between her legs. Masha's breath hitched as he found her sweet spot, her eyes fluttering closed. "You're so wet," he murmured, his voice low and husky.
Masha opened one eye to glare at him. "Shut up and keep going," she snapped. He chuckled, but complies, his fingers working their magic. Masha's hips began to move in time with his rhythm, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
Suddenly, he pulled away, leaving Masha panting and frustrated. "Hey!" she protested, but he's already moving down her body.
He settled between her legs, his breath warm on her sensitive skin. Masha tensed, waiting for what's to come. He didn't disappoint, his tongue darting out to taste her. Masha's back arched off the bed as pleasure washed over her.
He took his time, exploring every inch of her. Masha's moans filled the room, her hands clutching at the sheets. Eventually, he moved on, his tongue tracing a path up her body. Masha's breathing was ragged, her body trembling with anticipation.
He reached her breasts, his mouth closing around one nipple. Masha cried out, her body bowing off the bed. He continued his assault, switching between her breasts. Masha's hands thread through his hair, holding him close.
Finally, he moved up to her mouth, his lips crushing against hers. Masha kissed him back fiercely, her body begging for more.
As they lay there, tangled in each other, Masha couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. She may have been the overachiever, the one with her life together, but he was the one who made her feel this way. And she wouldn't have it any other way.
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