186 Lustful woman (1/2)

Max carried Liz to the upper deck and sat on the sofa with her in his lap.

The water dripped from their soaked clothes, but neither of them cared about it.

Max cradled Liz in his arms and held her tightly and she melted in his arms under the intensity of his emotions which radiated from him.

The two of them held each other in silence and Liz thought about Max's words: 'I don't know what I would do if something happens to you'. Those words filled her with a warm and fuzzy feeling which spread through her, and at the same time, she knew that he means it, that he is concerned about her and that he would do anything in his power to keep her safe, even jump recklessly from the upper deck of a powerboat, or from a cliff. If that is not a love confession, nothing is.

Liz remembered that in Hawaii she said something similar, how she does not know what she would do without him. She said that in a moment of distress, but she meant every word. Wasn't that her love confession? Liz wondered if he understood it as such.

She is not sure if Max knows that he integrated himself in her life completely and the best part of her day is any part which she spends with Max.

During the course of the last few weeks, Liz started depending on him. She needs him to make her life better, to brighten up her days, and to ease up her troubles. No matter if it's a bolster pillow, or someone to shoo lecherous Mr. Hoyt away, or to teach chairman Lee a lesson, or to show her how to have fun, Max is there for her. Always.

Liz glanced to the side and gestured toward the spilled orange juice on the floor. ”I don't think that seagulls will take care of that mess.”

Max looked at the spill and remembered that he dropped the bottle. He was in such distress that he didn't care about it, and if it happens again, he will not change a thing. Nothing comes before Elizabeth. A mess that is on the waterproof surface is not a problem.

Max agreed with Liz. ”Seagulls are not into orange juice. That will require a human to clean. Don't worry about it. I have someone coming to clean up regularly.”

Just like in his apartment, he has a cleaning service once a week to vacuum and dust off the surfaces and replace the bedsheets. If needed, they will do the dishes and laundry as well.

Liz was happy to hear Max talking lightly about it. Usually, her guy-friends are in love with their toys (boats, cars, motorcycles, etc.) to the point of going crazy when they are dirtied or damaged in any way.

Liz could not get out of her mind Max jumping from such a height recklessly just because she made noise due to the cold water. ”Thank you for coming to my rescue.”

Max's gaze moved from the juice-mess on the floor to meet her dark eyes and he stopped halfway at her breast level. The t-shirt on her is wet and sticking to her body, revealing the perfect outline of her girls.

His intention was to respond how it's not a problem, or maybe to say that she is welcome, but he was distracted.

Max swallowed hard and licked his lips slowly at the sight of an unexpected visual treat.

His hand moved from her back lower and he felt under his palm that her bottom is bare.

”Did you lose my underwear?”, Max asked.

Liz was confused by this sudden change of topic. She thanked him for the rescue, and he talks about underwear? And how can she lose HIS underwear?

”What?”

”Last time when you jumped in the ocean, you lost your top. Did you lose your bottom now?” Max ended his question with a gentle squeeze of Liz's buttocks.

”Oh, that… I removed it before going in the water. It's on the main deck.”

Liz felt that Max's hand is moving toward the inside of her thighs. She jerked when tips of his fingers brushed against her flower. In the next moment, her legs parted, and her hips moved to meet his hand.

”Turn around…”, he murmured, and Liz obeyed, straddling Max with her back toward him.

She removed the wet t-shirt off from her body, its coolness was clashing with her heat and she wanted to lose herself in flames.

Max cupped her girls and teased Liz's hard nipples while kissing her back and neck and wherever his lips reached.

”Mmm…” Liz moaned when his hand moved between the wet folds of her flower.

His fingers glided over her engorged peak and then slipped inside her. The sensation made her hips grind against his palm, and at the same time, she felt his rock hard erection pressing on her bottom.

With his every move she wanted more, and suddenly she knew what that 'more' is.

Liz got up and tugged Max's shorts down. He propped himself up, making it easy for her to pull them down, and at the same time, release his erection from the confinement of his underwear.

Liz straddled Max and lowered herself on him while holding firmly onto his shoulders.

The feeling of the smooth entrance made both of them close their eyes and absolutely enjoy the experience.

Their unintelligible sounds mixed when he got all the way in.

If not for the slight swaying of the boat, everything would be completely still for a moment.