124 Maxs confession (1/2)

Max turned off the shower and pulled a bathrobe around Liz before carrying her into the bed.

Liz's body was on fire, craving for Max's kisses and more (much more) touching.

Liz was in a daze. She wanted to feel his lips on hers, and her lips were left hanging when he started kissing and sucking on her neck, moving slowly lower.

A soft moan escaped Liz when Max took her nipple in his mouth. He sucked on it hard while his tongue danced around it, and he cupped her other breast with his hand.

Liz never felt anything like that. She loves that Max can invoke such a strong sensation which makes her whole body tremble, and at the same time, she hates him for making her lose herself, unable to resist succumbing under his skillful ministrations. She could describe the current feeling as: helpless.

Max kept his presence by focusing on Liz, careful not to make her uncomfortable because he knows that he is the first man to get this access. She is soft and firm in all the right places, and her flushed cheeks are making her several folds more attractive, and the noises she is trying to suppress are beyond amazing, and she is responding to his every move perfectly, and he feels the painful need to stab himself inside her, but… this is about Elizabeth.

Liz gasped when she felt his hand at the cradle of her thighs. What happened with the bottom part of her bikini? She didn't notice when it came off.

She let out a whimper mixed with a moan when his fingers moved between her wet folds.

It's not that she never touched herself before, but this… is too intense. Why does she feel that her orgasm is building up already? He just touched her, for crying out loud!

Liz fisted Max's hair and yanked his head higher, demanding a kiss.

Max covered her lips with his just in time to swallow her scream when her body trembled as she fell apart in his hand.

Five erratic breaths later, Liz pulled a pillow over her face. This is too embarrassing. What expressions did she make?

Max chuckled while trying to move the pillow away without using too much force.

\”Hey, let me see you.\”, he demanded, and she could hear that he is smiling.

Liz imagined that smug smile on his face and she didn't want to see it.

She turned away from Max and curled into a ball with the pillow in its center.

\”I don't think that I will ever have the courage to look at you again.\”, she spoke into the pillow.

\”Not fair…\”, Max whined. \”Don't deny me this. You should see yourself. You are glowing… beautiful.\”

Liz turned slowly to face him and sure it is… there is that smile. But it was gentler than she imagined it and definitely not smug or mocking.

She glanced down at his erection. \”What about you?\”

Max shook his head. \”I am fine. Don't worry about it.\”

Liz realized that even though he is hard and ready, this is as far as they will go. She bit her lower lip nervously before asking: \”How many more steps until we go all the way?\”

Max arched his eyebrow questionably, and his smile morphed into his usual smug one. \”Impatient?\”

\”Curious.\”, Liz clarified. Well, impatient also, but she will not say that at loud.

\”Many things can be skipped… except for one.\”

\”Which one?\”

Max inched closer and kissed her on the lips. He caressed her cheek and gazed deeply into her dark eyes while responding: \”I don't want us to just go all the way.\”

Confusion on Liz's face was apparent. \”What do you want?\”

An indescribable emotion stirred inside Max, reflecting in his deep blue eyes while he contemplated how much he should reveal. Few seconds later, Max decided: if he expects Liz to be open and not keep things from him, the only fair thing is for him to do the same. \”I want us to go beyond physical touch, I want us to make love.\”

Liz blinked. \”So… what is the missing step for us to… make love?\”

Max didn't look away from her dark eyes while telling himself that it's OK to confess how much he wants to possess her. Completely. \”Taking your body is not enough. I want all of you... I want you to love me.\”

Liz understood that he is saying how they can't make love if they are not in love. Makes sense, in some way… even though she does not understand the 'making love' itself.

Liz wondered, isn't 'making love' just a different name for a coitus? It's an act of two people (and maybe more) engaging into touching and penetration and stimulation which could lead to an orgasm. 'Making love' is what some people came up with while trying to romanticize coitus in an attempt to stretch it beyond the physical act, with an idea that the people should be gentle and in love and… Liz paused her contemplation and looked at Max curiously.

His words merged with her thoughts and came out as a question: \”If the missing thing is for me to love you… does that mean that you love me?\”