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Something to Believe in PART 31 As
the plane touched down on the tarmac, Liz felt her heart jump.
The whole idea of pretty much dropping everything and running away had
been much more fun than she’d imagined it would be. They’d only told the bare minimum people, his parents,
Michael and Maria, Alex and Isabelle, and of course James. The
look on James Valenti’s face when she’d asked for the following week off had
been priceless. It was true she
hadn’t had a proper holiday in years, only taking snatched days here and
there, rolling unused leave over to the next year and so on.
Clearly he hadn’t expected her to go of on holiday, since he was so
used to her being around on a day-to-day basis at the office.
He’d stumbled slightly, stammered something about ‘who will look
after the office’? She’d
countered coolly that there was little going on; her plans for the refurbishment
of the Oreanna could wait an
extra week. In the end he’d
granted her the week off, but only because he could think of no good reason why
she couldn’t go. It wasn’t that
he begrudged her a few days in the sun, but he knew in his heart it wouldn’t
stop there. Liz had all but helped
him run the Amber Inn Group for the previous four years, but that was going to
change now he quickly conceded. Before
Max, she wouldn’t have dreamed of taking a week off unless it was an
emergency, but now work was no longer her main priority.
For something bigger, better and infinitely more powerful had entered her
life for the first time in a long time. She
was in love with Max Evans, and Jim knew it wasn’t the puppy dog fluffy stuff
that was over as quickly as it started. No,
it was the real thing, full-blown romantic love consuming her.
Part of him had wanted to jump for joy after she’d left, but the other
part knew now that he wouldn’t have her expertise in the office at his beck
and call. Quickly
retrieving their bags, Max and Liz headed towards a vacant cab, before issuing
instructions on their hotel destination. Resting
her head back on his shoulder, Liz glanced out the window, watching paradise fly
past at a relaxing rate. The
greenery was amazing, so many palm trees, bushes and flowers giving natural
colour to the island. The
short trip was soon concluded as they finally reached their destination. And it had been worth the wait, Liz conceded.
Leading her towards their cottage for the next seven days, Max caught
sight of the awe in her eyes. Their
cottage was situated right on the edge of Hawaii’s famous white sands, the
cool blue water only a stone’s throw away.
Ushering
them inside after unlocking the door, her exploration of his choice of venue
continued. A large, spacious lounge
decorated in clean pastel colours, the well-equipped kitchen, and then the
romantic bedroom. Honey coloured
pine wardrobes and chest of drawers were placed strategically on the thick white
pile carpet. In the middle of the
room stood the bed, tall and proud. Made
of the same warm pine, its posts reaching towards the ceiling all draped in
white chiffon curtains, making it a true haven for romantic couples. “You
approve?” He queried, walking up
behind her and slipping his arms around her waist. “Approve?
Max it’s breathtaking.” She
squealed like a child in a candy store. “Good!”
He replied. “But wait till
you see the view.” He added,
taking her hand and steering her out onto their private veranda.
It
was a breathtaking view, she concluded, pure white sands just a step away and
the clear, refreshing crystal blue water looked very inviting.
Palm trees swayed in the gentle breeze and she could see a couple in the
distance walking romantically at the water’s edge further down the beach.
“And
then we have the hot tub!” He
pointed, a wicked glint decorating his sparkling eyes. “Oh
yes, and just what did you have in mind?”
She countered, trying to sound innocent as she spun in his arms. “You’ll
see Ms Parker, you’ll see.” He
responded, before dipping his head in to capture her lips in a warm embrace. Their
first night passed peacefully, light dinner at their cottage before sitting on
the veranda watching the clear moon dancing across the black sea. Neither were used to relaxing and forgetting about work, so
this time was important. The only
stipulation Max had put on the holiday was no talk whatsoever of work, takeovers
or business associates. At first
Liz had thought he was all words and no action, so Max had made a big deal of
leaving his mobile at home, no one was going to disturb them he was determined.
Liz on the other hand had brought along her laptop and mobile, just in
case. It was part to keep Jim from blowing a gasket at the short
notice of her holiday, and part for her own feeling of security.
Yet
this was a time for them to get to know each other even more.
Liz had thought switching off from work would be hard, since she hadn’t
done it in a very long time. But in
the warm night haze, encased in his arms on a gently rocking swing sipping
ice-cold champagne, work couldn’t have been further from her mind.
They
slept in the following morning, not getting up till sometime in the afternoon.
A walk in the beautiful green areas of the island ensued after a spot of
lunch. They saw animals aplenty,
all kinds of exotic flowers big and bright in colour, but overall it had a
peaceful calming affect, just what they both wanted and needed. Returning
home, after a relaxing dip in the cool seawater they headed out for dinner.
A meal of lobster and champagne followed, pure decadence and indulgence.
And then afterwards, a walk on the sand was planned, the perfect way to
end their first day in paradise. Slipping
her sandals off and grasping them in her fingers, Liz sunk her feet eagerly into
the cool, soft sand, before reaching out her hand towards Max. Following her lead, he quickly slipped off his own shoes,
before rolling up the edge of his chinos slightly and then taking her fingers in
his hand. Grinning
widely at him, she slowly led the two of them down to the water’s edge, before
allowing the cool wet mass to spread over her exposed toes.
Her gentle, childlike squeals at the coolness of the water made him
chuckle, her joyful youth making him smile. The
moment was perfectly surreal to both of them, a magical point in time where
everything was wonderful. To any
onlooker, they were a dream couple; nobody could see the drama they had been
through to get to the point they were finally at. It
had been a rocky and somewhat stressful road for both of them, but one neither
regretted going down. All the pain
and trouble had been well worth it, now they were finally together. Holding
his hand tightly, Liz stole a glance towards the man who now shared her life.
The manor and how quickly her life had changed since Max Evans had
entered it still surprised Liz. She’d
been so strong, so adamant never to love again, but Max Evans had been something
else. He’d blown her away, brought all her well built defences
crashing down and despite all her efforts and pushing away, she’d finally
admitted she needed him in her life. And
without a doubt her life was all the better for the introduction of Max. She was much happier, more relaxed, less work orientated and
generally more fun to be with. It
was clear Max extracted all the very best elements of Liz, which they both
enjoyed. Scuffing
his feet slightly in the sand, Max slipped his left hand into his chinos pocket,
and instantly felt an item hidden in there.
His heart jumped slightly as he thought about what he was going to do.
Letting his fingers dance over the soft black velvet, he inwardly smiled
to himself, knowing that night, under the moon, would be perfect for what he had
in mind for Liz. “So,
we’ve like been here for over a day now and I haven’t thought about work
once, let alone booted up my laptop.” Liz
announced, as if it was something she deserved a prize for not doing work while
on holiday. “Yeah,
well done Liz. But just remember
what I said I’d do if that mobile of yours rings.”
He countered. “That’s
the idea!” He grinned wickedly,
quickening his pace until he could turn and face Liz. Lifting
his hand, he ran his fingers through her mass of dark brown hair.
Caressing her cheek slightly, he paused before dipping in and capturing
her tantalising lips in a scorching kiss. His
soft velvet lips locked with hers, sending her body and mind spiralling out of
control. Melting into the sand was
a serious option for Liz at that moment, and she was secretly grateful when he
moved one arm to around her waist, almost subconsciously to keep her upright.
His
tongue grazed against her lower teeth, sending shivers of passion down her
spine. Her fingers scurried through
his short brown hair, settling at the nape of his neck and caressing it gently.
His
lower body inched ever closed to hers as he swiftly deepened the kiss, his
tongue eager to explore every crevice of her warm and inviting mouth.
As their tongues tangled and lips duelled, both were completely obvious
to what was going on around them. The
world could have caved in and they would have not flinched, both completely
engrossed in the feelings the other conjured up. It
was only the sudden and very cold gush of water that suddenly brought Max back
to his senses. The tide had caught
up with them, catching them both completely unawares.
For Liz it meant a little more of her bare legs got wet, but for Max it
mean the bottoms of his Chinos were rather soggy.
Although he’d rolled them up slightly, it hadn’t been enough to avoid
a rouge wave. Giggling
softly, they headed back in shore a little, finally sitting down by a cluster of
rocks. Leaning his back against a
large bolder, Max opened his arms and invited Liz into his embrace. Sinking
to her knees, she eagerly fell into his clinch, resting her head on his shoulder
as his arms enveloped her tiny frame. They
sat there for a while, listening to the gently crashing waves and staring up at
the twinkling stars and brilliant white moon. It
was Max that broke the moment though, relinquishing his grip on Liz and turning
so that he sat square on to her rather than beside her.
For a moment she wasn’t sure what he was about to, but it was clear Max
was taking a deep breath almost as if to obtain courage and install calm in his
body. Clearly whatever he was about
to do was pretty monumental. “Liz
……..” He started. “Yes.”
She breathed patiently. “I
know we’ve had our ups and downs, I know we’ve not really been together for
very long …….. but I care very much for you.”
“I
care about you too.” “But
it’s more than care, you mean the world to me.
You make it worth getting up each day; you give me a reason to leave my
office each night. I couldn’t
imagine you not being with me.” “I
have never felt like this about anyone else ever before ………. I love you
Liz, with all my heart …… I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” “I
love you too Max.” She whispered
quietly and somewhat shyly. “I
….. Liz, I don’t want to scare you off with this, but it’s something I
need to do.” He hesitated. Slowly
he rose to his feet, holding his hands out to help Liz up also.
Her quizzical looks almost made him laugh out loud, it was clear she had
very little clue as to what he was about to do. Part of him wondered if he was making a big mistake, perhaps
moving too quickly. The very last
thing he wanted to do was to scare Liz away, but this was important to Max.
Taking
her hand gently in his, he stared up into her sparkling brown eyes, before
slowly sinking down on one knee. Her
eyes became brighter and danced wider as she suddenly realised what he was about
to do. “I
love you so much Liz …………. Please ………… will you marry me?”
He breathed, taking the soft velvet box out of his pocket and carefully
opening it. A
sparkling white diamond surrounded by tiny sapphires sparkled and glinted in the
silver moonlight, making the ring look bigger, brighter and amazingly stunning. Pulling
her hands to her mouth, Liz tried to stifle a gasp of surprisement that escaped
passed her lips. Her mouth hung
open wide, her eyes bulging with amazement, her hands shaking somewhat as they
cupped her mouth. His
eyes looked up at her with a longing hopefulness, praying and hoping she
wouldn’t knock him back. It was
clear getting down on one knee and proposing had taken a lot of courage for the
normally suave Max Evans. “I
…….. I don’t ……. know what ……. to say.”
She stumbled, clearly dumbstruck. “Well
yes is probably a good word to start with.”
Max said slowly rising to his feet and looking directly at Liz to try and
gauge what her reaction actually was. Normally
he could read her like an open book, but for some reason it was like looking at
a blank canvas this time, he couldn’t determine one way or the other whether
Liz would accept or not. “Wow, I’m totally flattered that you want to marry me
…… I can’t tell you how I feel right now, I’m shaking so much
………” She babbled
uncontrollably. “But
…….?” He said soberly. “…………
I love you so much Max ……… but I can’t marry you though.”
She responded blinking back tears in her eyes. As
if a cold bucket of water had been drenched over him, Max backed away slightly. He’d placed his heart on the line once more in front of the
wonderful Liz Parker, and once more she’d trampled over it, crushing his
feelings as she stomped.
PART 32
“Why
not Liz?” He questioned
pointedly, his eyes blazing with a mix of anger and hurt. “I’m
sorry but that’s not good enough for me Liz.
You care about me, I know that …… are you saying I’m good enough
for a fling but not good enough to commit the rest of your life to?”
He said clearly hurt by her rejection. “No
Max I’m not saying that at all.” She
told him, sinking back down onto the soft sand and encouraging Max to do the
same. “Then
explain why you just rebuffed me once more Liz.
I thought we’d got over the whole you pushing me away thing.
I thought we were making really great progress, what went wrong?” “It
always is with you Liz.” He said
ruefully. “Come on then, what is
it? Why are you pushing me away
this time?” “I
can’t marry you Max …… because I can’t give you the one thing I know you
want, and the one thing only I can give you.”
She said somewhat cryptically. “I
don’t follow Liz. Please, just
talk to me, tell me what you mean rather than talking in riddles.”
He pushed, not in the mood for games. “Ok,
you want it in black and white …………. I don’t know if I will ever be
able to give you a child Max.” She
said calmly, and bluntly as if it didn’t cut through her heart like a piercing
poisoned arrow. “I
don’t know if I will ever be able to have children, it’s that simple.” “Why
not?” He said confused, running a
hand through his hair to try and understand her words. “Ok,
I’ll pour the last secret I have from you out here and now shall I?” She queried feeling somewhat naked as she sat in front of
him. “Please
Liz, make me understand what’s going on in your mind right now.” He pressed, taking hold of her hand to give her the extra
little courage she clearly needed to spill her heart out to him once more. “Kyle
and I started dating at sixteen, he was my first boyfriend, my first kiss and my
first taste of making love.” She
started. “That
doesn’t bother me Liz ……....” “I
know.” She said simply. “We graduated high school together and then went off to
UCLA as a couple.” “Well,
we had what I guess you’d call a scare.” “I
found I was pregnant.” “Yeah.
I was barely nineteen, a year into my course ….. a child was definitely
not planned.” She told him. “What
happened?” “That
must have been very hard for you Liz, I’m certain it wasn’t an easy decision
for you and Kyle to come to. But
that doesn’t mean you won’t ever have children.
Having a termination doesn’t automatically take away your future right
to a baby.” He told her. “I
know, but it’s a little more complicated than that.
After the termination I suffered complications, and for months afterwards
I suffered from excruciatingly painful periods.
When I eventually went to the doctors they ran various tests and I was
finally diagnosed with having endometriosis.”
She said quietly. “Endometriosis?”
Max asked, clearly unfamiliar with the ‘illness’. “Yeah,
basically it means I have problems each month, pain and such.
But the biggest is I am likely to have fertility problems.”
She told him, looking down at the sand.
“I love you so much Max ….. I can’t and won’t deny you the right
to have your own family, the right to have a son to leave the legacy of your
business to.” She added, rubbing
sand through her fingers rather than look at his reaction to her news.
She
didn’t want to look at him, she couldn’t, for she knew his deep brown eyes
would be brimmed full of pity for her and she couldn’t take that.
Pity and sympathy for her own body’s short giving was definitely
something she could do without at that moment.
She’d long since come to terms with possibly of never having children,
she didn’t need Max soothing her and saying it would be ok, when it might not. She
hated herself at that moment. She
was hurting him so much again, she could sense it, but she didn’t mean to. She’d vowed after the accident not to hurt him again, but
this was out of her control. She
knew if she didn’t do this now, she would have to when the subject of children
came up, and then the blow would be even harder to bear.
At least this way if he wanted to leave he could and they’d both be
without ties of marriage or other commitments.
This way it would be a clean break if he wanted to give up on her. As
the sand slipped through her fingers, she wondered how lonely her life would be
as she let Max slip through her fingers once more.
Maybe she was destined to never have heaven, never experience perfect,
uncomplicated love. “Liz
……” He started, slowly taking
in her words and reasoning behind her knock back of his proposal. It
was clear to him now that it had nothing to do with not wanting to marry or
spend the rest of her life with him. His
heart ached for the extra pain she’d been carrying around, why hadn’t she
told him? Why hadn’t she let him
know and be able to help? The
answer came just as quickly, children hadn’t come up, they hadn’t been
together that long. Clearly the
right moment hadn’t presented itself until he had proposed.
“Liz
……” He said again, this time
moving his fingers under her chin and gently tilting it up so he could look at
her face. The
look in her eyes nearly made his heart break though.
They were brimmed full of tears threatening to escape down her cheeks, it
was clear it had caused her great pain to spill her heart to him once more.
A
stabbing pain ran deep inside him as he thought about what Liz was thinking at
that moment. Her care and
consideration to him, telling her potential of never having children, made him
love her even more if that was ever possible.
She could have lied, could have pretended she hadn’t of known when they
never had the children he desired, but she hadn’t.
Instead
she’d inflicted more pain on herself by telling him, by being honest and
upfront. He was sure she was a
complete open book to him now, no more hidden secrets, she’d told her final
one. “You
don’t have to say anything Max ……”
She started wanting to give him a get out clause if needed.
But he halted her words by placing a delicate finger across her lips to
stop her faltering, emotion filled voice. No
matter what she said, he knew his mind was fully made up. “Liz
you mean more than the whole world to me. You
are my love, my life, and my heart. I’d
be lying if I said I never want children, especially with you, but I’d also be
lying if I said that was my reason behind proposing to you.” He said to her, looking straight at Liz so she’d know he
was telling the truth. Gently
catching a tear that had fallen from her cheek, he stared into her eyes, as if
trying to see deep into her never-ending soul.
Taking
her hand tightly in his, he carefully lifted it to his mouth before kissing the
tip of each finger. After also
kissing the palm of her hand, he slowly brought it to his chest and rested it
gently over his heart. “It
is you I want to marry ……… not the children we may or may not have.
It’s you I want in my life. It’s
you I want to make the happiest woman alive.”
He said, his words dripping with sincerity and pure love.
“Max
……” She started to protest
again, more tears cascading down her cheeks as emotions took over. “No
Liz …….. Just for once accept you are happy and just enjoy it.
I don’t care about tomorrow or next year or even next millennium, all I
care about is here and now. And
right now I want you to make me the happiest man alive.” He pushed. “But
what about children?” “You
don’t know for sure you can’t have children …… but if you can’t we can
adopt, or have a surrogate child or something …….. but if all else fails
we’ll still have each other Liz. Like
I said, I’m proposing to you Liz Parker, not any premise of a family.” “It’s
so complicated.” “It
always is with you Liz. But this
time it is only complicated if you let it be.”
He said simply. “How about
I make it easy for you. I love you
Liz, you love me, the natural progression is to make a commitment, and that to
me means getting married. Are you
prepared to risk your independence and accept?”
Any
loss of independence hadn’t even crossed Liz’s mind.
To her getting married was about love and children, loosing any
independence hadn’t come into the equation.
But then again, marrying Max didn’t signify loosing freedom to Liz. Just the thought made her feel warm inside, the merest idea
that Max could be hers forever made her heart jump. “I’d
risk pretty much everything for you Max Evans.”
She whispered softly, gently putting her arms around his neck. “What
does that mean then?” He queried. “Yes
……. I want to become your wife.” She
added simply, tears spilling down her face once more.
Taking
her hand in his, he gently eased the stunning ring from the velvet confinements,
before slowly slipping it on her finger. It
fitted like a glove, like it had been perfectly sculpted just for Liz. “Thank
you.” He breathed simply, before
pulling her close and allowing his lips to crash down on hers in a passionate
embrace. Under
the shining moonlight, the young couple cemented their engagement with a sensual
kiss. The only sound that could be
heard was the gentle crashing waves hitting the shore only a few feet away from
them. They
spent the night sitting there together. They
talked about the future, their hopes and dreams for their life together.
They watched the stars high in the midnight black sky shining brightly,
and the wispy clouds float effortlessly across the sparkling white moon.
It
was very late, but neither wanted the night to end.
It was too perfect a moment; one of those times you wished you could
bottle up and uncork each time you felt down or sad.
They
kissed, hugged or just sat there in each other’s arms, soaking up the
atmosphere the two of them created. Feeling
her head against his chest made Max’s heart soar to new heights.
He would make her his wife as soon as he could, and he couldn’t wait.
Feeling
his strong arms around her body, she smiled into his chest.
It really was a perfect moment to Liz, something she hadn’t thought
she’d ever experienced six months previously.
It had been a long hard road, but Max Evans had been just what she needed
to finally put the ghost of her first love to rest.
Not only had Max shaken her from the pit of despair she’d fallen into,
but he’d given her a strong hand and a mountain of love to envelope her in.
He’d helped her to open up once more, and reap the rewards of passion.
He’d taught her to love again, plain and simple. Finally
relinquishing their comfortable spot on the soft sand, hand in hand they finally
rose to their feet and headed back towards their villa by the beach. Stripping
away their clothes with ease, Max pulled off the wooden lid to the hot tub,
before submerging his body into the boiling steamed water.
Holding a hand out for Liz, he helped her in, marvelling to himself at
how beautiful her naked body looked silhouetted against the shining moon.
As
she stepped inside the warm water, he held out his arms, eager to encase her in
himself. Accepting his embrace with
ease, she sat down next to him on the ledge in the tub before leaning in to
carry on the kisses they’d exchanged on the beach.
The
cool breeze whistled gently, the palm trees swayed and the cool sea only metres
away lapped at the soft sand, but neither Max nor Liz noticed.
For them, only one person mattered in the whole of the world at that
moment, the other. His warm arms
wrapped around her stomach, before swiftly lifting her so she sat across his
lap. His
fingers took a handful of her now damp hair, knotting it before releasing and
reclaiming the strands. Pulling her
head backwards slightly, he took her mouth with urgency, allowing all his
emotions and bent up tension to pour out into the kiss.
Their lips caressed and their tongues duelled for supremacy as if their
whole lives depended on it. Allowing
a free hand to move from her waist, it travelled upwards to cup an exposed
breast. A squeal of astonishment
passed her lips at his touch, but his mouth swallowed it up.
Kneading her soft mound, he allowed the tingles from his fingers to
travel through his body. His blood
was boiling, thundering through his ears will all the grace of an express train
on a non-stop route. His chest was
heaving, his heart beat racing, but he didn’t care. All the feelings he was experiencing were like a drug, an
addiction there was no cure for. Finally
breaking contact with his lips, Liz threw her head backwards, needing a moment
to drag in some much required oxygen. It
felt like his hands were all over her scorching skin, his fingers leaving
imaginary burn marks as if branding her to him always and forever. Descending
his lips towards her, he nipped and kissed at her ear, slowly moving downwards
past her jaw, loving her neck and shoulders before continuing further until he
met her glorious bust. With ease he
hoisted her up further out of the water, before moving in to capture her mound
with his hot lips. Scorching,
searing red and orange images splintered through the blackness of her mind as
his lips continued their onslaught of her body.
He was sending her to heaven and back with just his mouth and feather
light fingers. Her head rolled back
again, opening her body to him even more. Her
eyes dropped to dreamy half-mast, her breath quickening in shallow spurts. “God
your beautiful.” He murmured
huskily, before lowering her body back into the warmth of the water.
All she could do was smile though, passion had severed her ability to
think let alone speak vocal words. Wrapping
her arms around his neck, she eased back onto his lap and kissed him hard once
more. This kiss was more reckless,
more passionate, their lower bodies touching finally. Writhing on his lap, instinctively she ground her hips into
him, unable to keep her body still. Her
fingers clawed and grabbed at his neck and hair as he moved his hands to her
hips. Rocking her gently he quickly
found a pace that before long would drive them both crazy.
He tugged gently on her bottom lip as they kissed, trying to restrain his
body’s urgent call to bury himself deep inside her.
The
soft humming bubbles from the hot tub circled around them, but they were heating
the water up just by the own blazing body temperatures.
His hands left her hips, knowing he needed to slow down, instead running
his palms across her round bottom caressing it before dancing his fingers along
the length of her spine. Her
long fingers moved down his sparsely haired chest, before enclosing around his
throbbing heat. It was his turn to
throw his head backwards and drop his eyelids closed.
Over and over she caressed him, watching in enjoyment the changes in his
body, all conjured from her touch. His
breath hitched in rasps, his eyes dark and stormy each time he opened them to
stare at her. Slipping
his fingers further into the water he sought out her own hot heat, before
brushing the pads of his fingers across her own desire.
The delicate touch had the desired affect for him, her hold on his body
easing just slightly. Again he
teased her; brushing over and over so gently she could barely feel it. In
desperation she pushed her hips towards his hand, telling him in no uncertain
terms that she was in no mood for teasing.
Obliging with a smug smile across his face, he touched her more strongly,
before allowing his fingers to dip into her velvet hot heat.
Once more her head fell backwards glorifying in everything he was doing
to her body. She no longer had
control, no longer had any sane thoughts or rationale in her mind.
Her soul belonged to him. At
that moment he could have asked for the world and she would have said yes just
for him to continue kindling the throbbing ache charging through her body.
“I
want you.” She breathed hoarsely,
the urgency in her voice clearly evident. “I
need you.” She added, dipping her
mouth to his ear and murmuring the words in a seductive tone. The
soft words were like music to his ears, his body reacting violently in
anticipation. Their soulful brown
eyes locked together as he gently lifted her body up, before lowing her just as
slowly, allowing himself to bury deep inside her warmth.
A
soft, almost comforting sigh passed her lips, her eyes closing briefly as she
allowed her body to revel in the knowledge it had what she wanted.
Opening her eyes and seeing his jet back pupils staring back with stormy
need, however, sent her pulse raising and the ache in the pit of her stomach
doubled further. His
hands swiftly moved to her hips, resting for a moment before easing her body
upwards and then bringing it down again. Her
palms rested on his chest, the torturous pace driving her to the brink of
insanity. Incessant
need and desire thrummed through their bodies, the pace upping with each stroke.
Slamming into her with such force he felt sure she must be experiencing
some pain, but the look on her silhouetted face was one of pure ecstasy and
pleasure, not a flicker of hurt to be seen.
Their
eyes stayed locked together, pouring in and out of each other’s soul as if
they were one. Liquid bodies
crashed together before they finally drove on towards their peak.
Reaching
together they crashed over the edge in rapturous motions.
Droves of emotional feelings drowned them both, wondrousness of climaxing
together taking them higher before they slowly came down. Hugging
her close to his chest, he encouraged her to lay her head down on his shoulder
for a few moments as they both tried to catch their breath.
Inhaling deeply, he allowed the beautiful aroma of Liz to fill his senses
as her heaving chest pounded against his. Together
they stayed in the warmth of the hot tub, talking, hugging and kissing. Eventually the sparkling white moon went down to rest and the
warm orange sun slowly rose on another spectacular day on the romantic island.
“I’ve
never seen the sun rise before.” Liz
said as they watched it splinter over the horizon. “That
makes two of us.” He replied,
kissing the tip of her nose. “And
I plan there to be many more things we experience for the first time
together.” He added. Reluctantly
they finally climbed out of the hot tub, falling eagerly into the comfort of
their four-poster bed. Wrapped
tightly in his strong arms, Liz fell asleep, the beautiful ring on her wedding
finger indication that the engagement was real and she hadn’t imagined it.
She really was going to marry Max Evans!
TBC ............................?
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