Part 14

With a twinkle in her eye, Liz stepped around Max, reaching up and slowly kneading his shoulder muscles in a relaxing massage.

"You seemed really tense all of a sudden." Liz smirked. "I thought maybe you’d need some of the tension eased away."

"Oh yeah…" Max moaned, leaning back into Liz’s hands slowly, groaning as they began to move lower down his back, until suddenly she swooped under his shirt, pulling it up and over his head.

Tossing it off to the side, Liz nodded in approval as she eyed the tight muscles of Max’s back…he had definitely pumped up even more in the past ten years since she had last seen him topless.

"Oh yeah…" Liz breathed into his ear. "You’re definitely in need of my special treatment."

"Special treatment?" Max gulped, fearing for whatever was coming.

"Oh yes." Liz whispered, before lowering her mouth to his back and tasting the skin there. Addicted by the salty taste of his skin, Liz began to smother his back with hot, open-mouthed kisses, that were driving Max crazy…particularly because he could think of a dozen other things that he wanted her mouth doing to him.

Unable to resist anymore, Max whirled around and pulled Liz flush against him, hungrily pressing his lips to her mouth with an insistent probing of his tongue. Taking it slow had been forgotten…all Max knew was that he wanted Liz…and he wanted her now

Liz moaned into Max’s mouth as he desperately assaulted her mouth. Her head was whirling, and she felt lightheaded and dizzy from his hot kisses.

Liz gasped aloud as she felt one of Max’s hands slide beneath her sweater, lightly stroking the bare skin of her stomach beneath, as he drove her crazy, just with a simple touch.

"I want to see you!" Max cried out, pulling her sweater up and over her head.

The atmosphere had taken a complete turn around, the air almost electric, like it had a life of it’s own. Where moments before everything had been slow, still, now everything seemed to be surging forward, as Max suddenly seemed filled with a desperation that almost knocked Liz off her feet. He needed her now…everything else had been forgotten.

Moving them towards the bed, Max gently eased Liz down into the soft center, positioning himself over her, as he smothered her bare stomach with hot, hungry kisses, his hands sliding up and down her torso. He couldn’t stop touching her…he couldn’t stop kissing her…nothing mattered except Liz…and bringing them both to that final stage of completion.

Suddenly, Max froze, his lips lightly pressed against the exact spot where years before, a bullet had entered Liz’s stomach, giving Liz the need to finally reveal himself to the girl that he had always secretly loved. It was the exact spot that everything between them had begun…the place where Max had first lay his hands on her.

Pulling away as he stared down at the now perfectly smooth skin of her stomach, Max knew, without a doubt, that he wouldn’t change that day for anything. Ever since then, he and Liz had found themselves on a path towards each other…a path which slowly led up to this very moment.

He had to take this slowly…make it last…make it beautiful, and memorable…they only had one first time…

Placing one last feather light kiss on her stomach, Max slid up beside her, and slowly kissed her, suckling gently on her lower lip, as he desperately tried to show her his love, just through a simple kiss.

Slowly…but not too slowly, Max decided as his hands slid up behind her and searched out the clasp of her bra, unfastening it, before pulling it away from her skin, and slipping the straps down over her shoulders, until he could discard it to the side.

Liz blushed as Max stared openly at her in wonder, taking in the miles of Liz’s bare skin…completely unexplored territory to him. Unable to find the words to express everything he was feeling, instead Max showed Liz, focusing on his feelings through their connection, as he softly leaned in and captured her lips once again.

As Max’s feelings poured openly over Liz’s mind, the intensity of it brought tears to her eyes. He loved her so much…more than Liz ever thought anyone ever could love her. And he desired her…something Liz could barely believe was possible. Again, Liz found herself blown away by her luck, finding this wonderful, sweet, kind, gentle, strong, beautiful, magical man who somehow loved her more than life itself. It was more than Liz could have ever dreamed in life…and in return she loved him from the deepest depths of her heart, and would remain devoted to him for the rest of her life.

Desire regaining control, Max’s hands began to roam as he ravished her mouth, finally cupping her breasts as his thumb gently rubbed her already stiff nipples. Liz moaned and arched upwards into his touch. He was setting her on fire…the things he was doing to her…and she wanted more, desperately.

Max could do nothing, but give her what she desired. His mouth trailed down, roaming lower until he finally lowered his lips to her breast, suckling on it, as his tongue whirled around her stiff peaks.

"Max!" Liz gasped his name, as he turned his attention on her other breast, giving it the same treatment as the first. The pleasure of it spread over Liz in waves as she cried out again. "Oh God…Max…"

He silenced her as his lips returned home to hers, hungrily drinking in the familiar taste of her, as his hands slid even lower, settling on the waistline of her khakis.

His fingers fumbled slightly, his body shaking with anticipation, as he popped open the button and slowly slid the zipper down. Liz lifted her hips to help as Max slowly shimmied her pants down, stopping to slide her shoes off, as he released them over her feet, tossing them on the floor behind him.

Starting at her ankles, Max slid his hands back up her smooth, soft legs, rubbing over her knees and eventually up her thighs, until her halted at the line of her panties. Staring at the last boundary between him and Liz’s treasures, he hooked his fingers beneath the elastic waist, pulling them down to reveal her tiny black curls to him.

Max was obsessed, his eyes glued to the hot depths of Liz’s exposed womanhood. His hands rested on the insides of her thighs, as he gently urged her to open for him. Readily, she allowed him access.

Swallowing nervously in anticipation, Max lowered his head, ready for his first taste of Liz’s sweet nectar.

Pausing, he stared appreciatively one last time at the beautiful form of his love, reminding himself once again how lucky he was to have her, how lucky he was that she waited for him. She was the most incredible woman in existence…and she loved him. How that was possible, Max never thought he would truly understand…but he knew for certain that he would never take Liz’s love for granted. She would always be the most precious treasure in his life.