Part 20

"Oh, Liz," he breathed huskily, and cupped her face within his hands. He began a deliberate, tantalizing seduction, as he pressed his mouth gently, incredibly delicately, to her own. He wanted to pleasure her in ways she couldn’t dream of… hadn’t known existed, and he wanted to take his time with it.

Their connection had already pushed him close to the edge, so he was prepared to hover there as long as necessary to make this perfect for Liz. He’d felt himself deep inside her all afternoon, and her inside of him…making love back and forth across the connection, like some erotic dance.

And yet he’d hardly touched her.

His breath caught as he wondered what would happen, now that their moment had finally come… this time when they would explore each other so freely. He closed his eyes, and simply savored the feel of Liz against him--her tiny frame in his arms, the warmth of her lips against his own. The connection between them began to simmer, rolling a bit as it became more raw and alive.

Max trailed hot kisses down Liz’s throat, ending at her collarbone. He paused for a moment, tracing his finger across the dark freckles that dusted her skin there, and then he kissed those, too. He let his mouth linger at the base of her throat, suckling softly for a moment. He hoped he’d give her plenty of glowing hickeys—and then he’d heal every one of them when he was finished. Well, maybe he’d leave just one or two for her to discover later tonight when he was gone.

Something to remind her of their night once it was over--a promise of seductions to come in the future.

He heard her soft laughter. You’re really focused on those hickeys, Max.

He smiled as he trailed more fiery kisses across her bare skin. I want to leave my mark on you.

You already have, she replied huskily. I’m already completely yours.

He paused a moment, glancing up at her. "Not quite," he whispered. "But you will be."

Then suddenly he panicked, as he realized he didn’t have protection. She heard his concern and smiled softly. It’s okay, Max, she reassured him.

"No." He shook his head vehemently. "No, we’ve got to have…"

Really, it’s okay, she laughed. I may not be Catholic, but I do understand the rhythm method.

He laughed in response, feeling suddenly embarrassed as he brushed her hair lightly away from her face. I really do know my body....It will be fine, she promised again.

He relaxed and eased her slowly backwards onto the bed, slipping his hands tentatively beneath her shirt. Her skin was so soft beneath his palms, so electrified by this connection. She was raging with fever… but it no longer concerned him. He knew it was just part of this mating between them.

He liked knowing he had the power to make her blaze like this, to literally set her on fire inside and out. His heart raced wildly at the thought, and he could only moan low in his throat in response. In turn, she pulled him tightly toward her, down upon her more firmly, and a thrill sped across their connection as he felt himself slip easily on top of her. He felt his hardness press against her leg—and he knew that she’d felt it as she leapt slightly at the intimacy of his closeness.

Oh, but she wasn’t scared…he felt how she craved him as her need shot across their bond. The deepening awareness of just how much she desired him was simply his undoing. He pressed himself against her lower body, and felt her thrust gently upwards in response, a slow rhythm beginning between them. And with each movement of their bodies against one another, the connection answered their call…deepened, turned back upon them. Their souls were so entwined now, dancing, making love—their bodies were simply trying to catch up. And this added physical dimension was only intensifying every sensation shimmering across their bond, incredibly taking them to yet a deeper place.

Max hadn’t thought it possible.

He shifted slightly on top of her, and was suddenly reminded of how tiny and delicate she was beneath him. For a moment he hesitated, pulling back to stare down into her black eyes. She placed a hand softly against his cheek and suddenly all the raging need between them gentled, grew quiet as they simply gazed at one another. Her simple act had spun their passion in a new direction, had caused a reverential hush to fall over the moment. He pressed his mouth into her palm, kissing it tenderly.

This woman that he loved, so delicate and beautiful, could change him in an instant. She could command his emotions like the whisper of a wind--she could choose whether to tame or electrify him. He was utterly helpless in her hands, and didn’t care that she had such control over him…over their connection and his body.

You are my queen, he whispered quietly, stroking her luxurious hair beneath his fingers.

With those simple words, their connection exploded like wildfire again, raging across his skin, dancing between them and drawing them ever closer.

Liz pulled his mouth roughly to her own, and he heard a low sound escape from the back of her throat. He allowed his trembling hands to begin their seduction underneath her shirt, as he found her soft breasts again. He cupped her within his hands, teasing her nipples roughly through her cotton bra. He felt her spring to life at his simplest touch, her nipples becoming erect beneath the play of his fingers, and he was nearly undone. He fumbled awkwardly with the buttons on her blouse, as he continued to rain kisses on her throat, her ear, the nape of her neck. It was difficult to maneuver the buttons, when he wanted her out of that blouse so much.

As he continued his exploration of her body, she captured his fingers gently within her own, stilling his hand where it struggled with the buttons. He smiled against her hair, as she began slowly unfastening her blouse for him, and he pulled back to see the shirt fall open, exposing her bare flesh. As he gazed down at her amazing body, he thought his heart might literally stop within his chest.

She was everything he’d dreamed she’d be—her creamy skin was dusted with those freckles that he adored. And he was amazed to discover that they trailed down to places he’d never seen. She had one on her breast, just along the edge of her bra, and he pressed his lips to it. He wanted to devour her. He slipped his hands beneath her back, unclipping her bra with surprising deftness.

At least that part was easy, he laughed coyly.

You deserved at least one break, she teased back.

"Umm…" he moaned softly, slipping her out of her bra. Her breasts fell open within his hands now, and he allowed his tongue to trail along from her freckle to her nipple, drawing it swiftly within his mouth. It was so hard and firm as he suckled it between his lips, tasting its richness. His tongue toyed gently with her, and he felt her shiver slightly in response.

Max, she cried out, as her fingers threaded roughly through his hair. Her lower body pressed upward against him.

You’re driving me crazy, she breathed.

Good…he murmured. That makes us even then.

And with that, she did something that caught him completely by surprise. She rolled him off of her and he followed in one swift movement, so that now she lay on top of him.

Oh, God Liz… I was already in enough trouble, he breathed, smiling up at her.

She smiled back, a lazy seductive grin…

Max… it’s about to get a whole lot worse, sweetheart.

She pulled him roughly to her, her mouth seeking his urgently. She didn’t even want this to be gentle… at least not in the beginning. As her tongue sought his mouth, his lips parted, and she felt the connection simply roar to life…heard it begin humming in her ears, through her mind…and heard it answer from his soul.

No, she definitely didn’t want this to be gentle, because that was the last thing she felt. She was wild and hungry for him, especially with how long their connection had been tantalizing her body… had been teasing her in every way.

The way she’d been feeling him all inside of her, on her skin, emersed in all of her senses had nearly undone her. He had been making love to her ever since downstairs, and now she wanted all of him inside her. She wanted Max to brand her permanently, seal her to himself in this one final way.

She trailed fiery kisses down his jaw line, and his skin was incredibly hot below her lips—this energy passing between them had definitely charged his whole body, just as it had her own. But it seemed he’d been able to handle the physicality of it a bit better, perhaps because the energy originated within him, or maybe just because it was more compatible with his alien nature.

She pulled his face upward to her own, his soft lips parting as she began exploring his mouth urgently with her tongue. His breathing was labored and heavy, and she swore his heart would leap from his chest. He swept her blouse from her shoulders, then her bra, and her heated skin chilled slightly at the exposure.

She raised up a bit, slowly sliding his tee-shirt upward. She began kissing his flat, smooth stomach, his chest. Her mouth lingered over one nipple, sucking on it for a moment, and she heard him cry her name softly.

Roughly, he pulled her back down toward him, and she stopped when their faces nearly touched. She gazed into his eyes for a moment, listening to their ragged breaths --and was surprised to see how dark and tempestuous his eyes had become. It was literally as if their color had changed as their bodies had grown more intimate—and their depths looked more dangerous than she could have imagined.

Slowly, she eased his tee-shirt up further, and he quickly pulled it over his head. She splayed her palms against his warm chest, and marveled at how beautiful his body was. He was all leanness and muscle, and his skin was so surprisingly soft beneath her touch. She traced little circular patterns around his nipples, and her breath caught in her throat when she noticed that the paths were shimmering ever so slightly.

"Max," she cried in wonder. Look, you’re glowing.

He glanced downward, his long lashes fanning against his cheeks, then his eyes met hers again. He smiled lazily at her, cupping her face within his palm. Liz Parker, you’re just full of surprises, aren’t you? He flirted.

Then very gently he rolled her off of him, so that they lay on their sides, facing one another—and she shivered as her breasts met his bare chest. Wildfire shot between them, ricocheted crazily as he pulled her firmly against him.

And then suddenly she felt very daring.

She slipped her hand quickly between his legs, and felt the rough fabric of his jeans as she began to slowly, hungrily move her hand back and forth between his thighs.

"Liz," he cried out loudly, then drew his breath quickly in, as he buried his face in her hair.

Don’t you want that? She asked softly, feeling a bit insecure. She hadn’t expected to startle him so.

"Oh, yes, how I want you," he groaned. It feels perfect, Liz, just perfect.

Then his own hand slowly eased her skirt up, until he found his way between her legs, pressing them slightly apart, and she couldn’t believe how wet she suddenly became at his touch. There was only the thin fabric of her silky underwear separating his fingers from her now, as he teased her. He began rubbing her gently, and then very slowly she felt his warm fingers slip beneath her underwear. With his mouth he kissed her roughly, hungrily, and yet his fingers explored her with such incredible gentleness… such reverence.

She was powerless, absolutely powerless against his touch, and could only lay in his arms as he slowly slipped his finger inside of her…back and forth he pleasured her, and she felt herself nearing some kind of precipice from the mere touch of his hands.

"Max," she murmured quietly. Oh, Max.

Something began to change within their bond, as it grew more insistent… it wasn’t just their bodies that demanded more, the connection seemed to compel it now, too. She felt her breathing grow more erratic, heard how his matched her own, and she let her hand resume its exploration between his own thighs.

Two can play this game, Max. A sigh escaped his lips, and he reached to unbutton his jeans, slipping them loosely over his hips. Her hands explored him, and she felt the soft fabric of his boxers beneath her fingertips. She slipped her hand tentatively inside, reaching for him. His heart was hammering against her own, and she marveled at the way their bare chests felt against each other. Then, she felt him…something so utterly foreign, she hadn’t been able to imagine how it would feel. She took him roughly within the palm of her hand, and he leapt slightly at her touch. He was so surprisingly soft…yet incredibly firm all at once. She rubbed him slowly between her fingers, and felt a little wetness form within her palm.

He groaned at her exploring touch. Liz, he begged.

And she felt a little thrill of fear… God, how would that ever fit inside of her? What if aliens were just…bigger?

He began laughing huskily, and she felt suddenly shy and vulnerable. He pulled back, and gazed into her eyes. I’m not laughing at you, Liz, he breathed. But I can promise you that’s one part of me that’s absolutely human.

Then she began laughing giddily, drunkenly.

Every sensation in her body was so new…and she wanted him inside of her now. No more teasing, no more waiting.

Max…

But he was already answering her, as he shrugged quickly out of his jeans. She slipped her skirt over her hips.

There was only their two bodies now. Well, and my panties, she thought, but he quickly snaked those down her legs—and she got her first really good look at his amazing body as he hovered just over her. He was so lean, so lithe…all his muscles so elegantly defined.

She thought her heart would literally stop within her chest at the full sight of him. She felt his deep pleasure spiral across their connection…that he loved what his body did to her own.

She cupped his face between both her hands, and pulled him down to her, whispering her earlier plea like a prayer.

"Make love to me, Max…please."

He hesitated a moment, gazing down adoringly into her eyes , and she felt something well up within her. All the love he felt for her suddenly embraced her…shot through her at the very core of her being. And at that precise moment, she felt him press between her legs, coaxing her apart as he began to slide inside her. Oh, the feeling of him within her, just hovering at the edge…. She wanted all of him. Now.

He pressed his face against hers and whispered softly, "I don’t want to hurt you, Liz. I love you too much, but…"

Max, please…just… God, she felt so helpless, and her breathing was so erratic she couldn’t think straight.

I want you, please.

And with one quick thrust she felt him enter her, felt his warmth encompass her fully, even as a sharp answer of pain shot through her. It was all she’d ever wanted… to be one with him in every way. He stilled for a moment, as he settled inside of her, and stroked her hair, kissing her forehead tenderly.

Their gaze met for a moment, and she felt hot tears spring to her eyes. Then a shadow fell across his features, and she sensed a little lurch of fear within him.

Liz, did it hurt too much? he asked softly. Was I too rough?

She smiled, stroking his hair away from his forehead. No, Max…that’s not why I’m crying. I’m crying because this is so beautiful… that you’re inside of me.

He rested his forehead against her own and started a very gentle rhythm within her, rocking back and forth, and she began to answer it with her own body.

And then she felt their connection constrict and expand, creating its own twin rhythm within their souls…back and forth as they pushed to the brink…and beyond.

He murmured her name over and over…through the connection…and out loud.

Each moment of this joining felt eternal…sacred, because even though she hadn’t believed it possible, they were mating even more deeply now. His name was being blazed upon her heart, and hers etched upon his mind. Back and forth, they were being called to one another, forged together permanently, as the moment spun out endlessly.

And as they reached the crescendo of their desire, she sensed something happen within both of them. She felt them join physically, spiritually…and an inner sanctuary within their connection solidified. As they cried out each others names, their desire having met its completion…as he shuddered within her body, and she felt his warm wetness spill within her… she knew.

She simply knew...

They had cemented every element of their connection now, sealed themselves to one another irrevocably and without question…forever.