184 A hurricane

Max's smile widened at her words. "Am I on your mind all the time?"

"Well… most of the time.", Liz corrected herself.

"Ah, now I demand an explanation."

Liz giggled. "It's getting late. How about we shower and get into something more comfortable?"

Max approved. "Mmm… more comfortable. I like that."

Max stood up and led the way downstairs.

...

Liz was surprised that even though the shower is so much smaller than the one in their apartment, Max was behaving. He washed her back and demanded that she washes his, but there was no touching below the waist area.

Liz was wearing Max's t-shirt and his boxer shorts when she scooted in the bed next to him.

Max turned the main lights off, leaving one side lamp on with just enough light for them to see each other, confirming to Liz that he does not plan to sleep yet.

She observed his face. His slightly furrowed brows told her that he is thinking about something, possibly unpleasant.

"Are you upset about Andrea?" Liz guessed.

"What makes you think so?"

"Because… you seem to have something on your mind.", Liz voiced her thoughts.

Max took a deep breath and opened his mouth, but then closed it without saying anything. Is he supposed to tell her that he is thinking about making love with her? Max knows that she is willing, she said so more than once. But if he says that at loud, Liz will probably freak out.

Max cursed himself internally. Why is he overthinking this? He did it so many times, and now when it counts, he can't seem to remember how to start the process.

Well, she wants to know what is on his mind, and he will start with that…

"Liz, the only one on my mind is you. Every waking moment I am thinking about the things we did or planning about the things that are coming with a goal to make you happy. From the moment I saw you on that rainy morning when you knocked on the window of my crashed car to ask me if I am OK, I am unable to stop thinking about you. And it is ridiculous because I didn't know anything about you at that time. But as the days went by, I've got to know you, and everything I found out confirmed my initial assessment of you: you are perfect."

Liz melted in the sweetness of his words, and she knew that he is telling her that he loves her.

Lying in bed with Max, feeling his warmth and basking in his affection, makes her happy and the need to say something swelled inside her.

"I am not used to talk about my feelings, mostly because I always shut them out and focus on the logic. I prefer things that I can see, things that can be measured. Against all logic, without me noticing, you became an essential ingredient for me to be happy. When I don't see you, I am restless, and I am at peace when I feel your touch. I crave for your embrace, and I hope that you didn't forget your promise to cuddle with me and not to let me go until Monday morning."

Max kissed each of her eyelids slowly before humming in approval. "Mmm… cuddling until Monday morning…" He kissed her cheeks and then her nose. "I will never let go of you." His next kiss landed on her lips and stole her breath away.

With tips of his fingers, he traced the bottom edge of his t-shirt over her thighs before reaching for his boxer shorts, which are on her, and he could feel that there is zero resistance from her.

'She is ready, and she is willing, and she loves me back', he told himself. And he guessed that she probably thinks that he will stop at the foreplay, as usually. But there is no way he will stop at that tonight. She is too sweet and too addictive, and he is holding back for such a long time that his insides are trembling from the anticipation of what is coming.

"Going forward, underwear is not allowed in the bed.", Max spoke into her lips.

Liz tugged on his sweatpants. "Does that apply to you as well?"

Within a second, he removed all his clothes before responding: "Yes."

Liz was unable to stop herself from glancing at his erection. She smiled and removed her top.

Max nudged Liz's legs apart and kneeled between them. His hands landed behind her back, lifting her as if she is offering her breasts for him to feast upon. He kissed and sucked on her hard nipples in turns while enjoying the strength with which Liz pulled him in.

His fingers moved over her body, tracing the outlines of her breasts and then to her waist, down her thighs and back up again.

His lips moved lower, trailing kisses over her soft skin, reaching just below her navel, and then they rose back to her lips while making a quick stop at her breasts.

Her core was aching from the need for a release. The fact that he is touching and kissing everywhere other than her flower was torturous.

"Ahhh!" Liz loudly moaned when his finger reached into the wetness between her folds. She felt him sink deeper inside her.

In the next moment, she frowned. Why did he remove the hand? She does NOT want him to hold onto her waist! Is his plan to heat her up to the point of losing sanity?

"Max, why…", the rest of her complaint was swallowed in his kiss.

"Not yet…", he murmured before kissing her again.

She fisted his hair while kissing him wildly, expressing her frustration from an unfulfilled desire for his touch where it counts. Her body arched up to meet his, hoping to increase skin-to-skin contact.

Liz was ablaze, and her core throbbed almost painfully, what is he waiting for? They did this so many times already, why is he delaying it now? Does he plan to continue this until she goes crazy? She thought that if he does not do anything in the next minute, she will push him on the side and help herself to that ecstatic release, while he can sit on the chair and watch.

Liz froze, and her eyes sprang open when she felt an unfamiliar pressure at the cradle of her thighs. It took her a second to realize how that is his erection, moving up and down between her folds, making her whole body jolt every time it moved over her engorged peak.

She gripped his back firmly while bracing herself for what is coming.

Liz was anxious and excited that it's finally happening, and she was not sure which one of those two is winning.

"Shh… relax…", he murmured into her lips while his scorching deep blue eyes didn't leave hers.

Liz looked at Max, and the scent of his aftershave mixed with testosterone, and the way he stared at her was so intense that it felt like she can touch the sexual energy seeping out of him.

Max leaned lower, and his power enveloped both of them completely as she felt him make his way inside her slowly.

"Breathe…", he reminded her.

Liz closed her eyes tightly and hissed at the sharp pain.

"Focus on me…" His breath caressed her ear. "It's just the two of us. You can cry or laugh or whatever you feel like but focus on me… focus on what is happening. Don't tune it out…" He chanted while her insides stretched to accommodate his length as he pushed deeper gradually.

Max growled when he got in all the way. She is tight, and her wet heat is clutching him flawlessly, and just like everything else about Elizabeth, it is perfect.

Max's desire to ram himself inside Liz was maddening and he could not wait to move again, but her eyes are still closed, and he wanted to make sure that it's good for her as well.

"Elizabeth…", he called.

She opened her eyes and looked at him through the haze of her tears. And even though her insides were burning, she was happy.

"Maximilian…", she breathed in return.

His lips landed on hers, and their hot breaths mixed when his hips inched away from hers and then returned to fill her up again.

Max's hips moved in slow and small movements, at first, claiming her with every thrust and giving himself in return.

Liz was not sure at what point the pain was replaced with sparks, which made her hips move to meet his, but she knew that it was spectacular. The sensation was electric and numbing at the same time, requesting more with every next thrust.

The intimate, raw experience was overwhelming: Max inside her, her fingers tightening over the muscles of his back, the way his body arched over hers, the power, their lustful sounds mixing and filling up the space.

His every move sent pulses of pleasure through her body, each stronger than the previous one.

Both of them breathed heavily between kisses, and then it happened: his hand firmly held her waist in place, and the pace of thrusts increased.

Liz gasped a second before her body stiffened under Max, and she exploded into a cry while he pumped himself inside her vigorously.

"Ugh…", Max groaned as he shuddered in his release of those last few thrusts.

His thick length throbbed deeply inside her, filling her with warmth, and Liz marveled this feeling of connection between Max and her which transcended the physical touch, as if their souls merged into one.

"You… are… amazing…", he murmured between kisses, and Liz was too dazed to respond.

Max wanted to suggest a shower, but he saw that Liz is not moving, so he went to get a towel from the bathroom.

When he pulled out, Liz felt empty, and she wished that he didn't leave the bed.

Max wiped Liz off and discarded the towel swiftly, but it was not fast enough and Liz noticed red stains on it. She was embarrassed.

"I will get you another towel." Liz said while resting her head on Max's shoulder.

Max didn't respond. He does not care about the towel.

"Are you in any pain? On a scale 1-to-10, how OK are you?"

Liz looked up at him and met his gaze. She appreciates his concern. "I am not in pain. As for me being OK… an eight?"

Liz inhaled a choppy breath when she saw that his gaze deepened, and a smug smirk appeared on his lips.

"What are you thinking?", Liz asked, even though she knew the answer based on his expression.

"Eight is good for the first time, but we should not stop until we reach a perfect ten…", he whispered into her lips before claiming them with his, announcing the next hurricane of pleasure which crashed on them.

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