A bit of Maya

I’m working through a difficult bit of Maya’s Web lately, so I thought I’d post an excerpt of something earlier in the story. This is raw stuff, but I think it’s fun, too

“You could stay here, if you’re too tired to drive,” she ventured, hoping she didn’t sound slutty for offering.
“No.” His voice was short and he finally stopped moving, standing over her. He seemed to be waiting for her to do something, so she did. She stood from the couch, stamping the life back into her sleeping foot before taking a step toward him. They were close, she could feel his breath hitch in his chest but he didn’t push her away this time. Tilting her head up, she kissed him. At first he did nothing, only stood rigid as she touched her lips to his. The pins and needles she’d been experiencing with each brush of skin on skin became a fire, a sweet pain/pleasure that swept through her and made her shake. He gripped her arms convulsively, then slid his hands around to embrace her tight against him. His mouth parted and the kiss went from chaste to hungry in an instant, a whirl of softness against hard, teeth and tongue like nothing she’d ever experienced before. On and on they spiraled downward, Maya losing herself inside that kiss. He seemed to be all around her, deep inside her as he flexed and released his hands against her back, bunching up the fabric there. Seeing nothing but orange flames she dove into him, unwilling to part until she had taken her fill.
When she thought it would never end, he pulled away. She couldn’t imagine how he had, because she didn’t ever want to let this man go. Her chest ached and her lips burned with the remnants of him upon her still, a bit of spittle still drying on the corner of her mouth. She couldn’t catch her breath, could only stare into his limitless eyes as he dropped his hold on her and stepped back, his expression totally unreadable.
“I have to go,” he said, his voice a sharp rasp that barely rose above a whisper. The harsh tone reverberated around her and she frowned in confusion.
“What do you mean, go? Did you not experience what I did just now?” She had never been afraid to lose a man, but the thought of him walking out on her now was akin to ripping her own arm off.
“Maya, you don’t understand. There’s so much,” in that moment, he almost opened up to her. She could see the secrets behind his eyes–the mystery she had been ruminating all night was there waiting to surface. She reached out her hand, hoping to make that magick happen again, whatever it was that happened when they touched that opened him up and gave her palpitations. But he stepped back again, nearly falling on top of her big desk behind him. His eyes begged her for forgiveness for an instant, then he was gone. All trace of that fire was gone, and he was only Rashad, the strange customer from Egypt who bought a tapestry to decorate a non-existent home.
He said, “I’m returning home tomorrow. Thank you for a lovely time and the beautiful work of art.”
“But I thought you were here indefinitely,” was all she could say, despite wanting to scream and shake him and kiss him until that smiling, sweet and open Rashad returned, the one with more in his eyes than that empty blackness.
“I was, but I’ve been called back early. I’m sorry,” he said, and a tiny glimpse of emotion fluttered over his face, then was gone. Maya nodded, unable to speak or process what had happened. Without another word, he turned and left, the back door slamming behind him.
When she chased after him to return his jacket, he was already long gone.