Accident Prone 132 Room 312 4

She thought how Max is unafraid to show his affection toward her in front of others. Last night at the luau he treated her like she is the only person there, and he was beyond caring. And not just luau. Whenever he is by her side, he is the one making her comfortable by taking the initiative and doing things which are not necessarily in his favor, but he is doing it for her. Is that a relations.h.i.+p? Is that loving someone? Probably.

Liz wondered if she loves Max. She is not sure if her feelings are so deep, but she knows that she likes him. And if she likes him, and they are dating, and she wants to make it work, then she should do things for him also because no matter how she looks at it, since they are together, she is the one on the receiving end.

Liz looked up at Max and smiled. "Do you want to shower?"

Max's smile greeted her.

"Together?" He wanted to make sure.

In response, Liz got out of his hug and off the sofa, held his hand in hers and led the way in the bathroom.

…

In the bathroom, the hot water is falling on them like a rainfall from the ceiling, and they are facing each other… both completely nude.

Liz realized that between Max's deep blue eyes and his erection there are no other places her sight is gravitating toward.

"Can I wash your back?", Liz asked while reaching for the shower gel and avoiding his penetrating gaze.

Max responded by turning around.

Now that he is facing away from her, Liz released the breath she was holding. Ah, she was never this bold!

Her hands were shaky as she squirted the shower gel on her palm. She washed his back, and just like the last time, it was too quick, but she has something else on her mind.

Liz swallowed hard and took a deep breath before asking: "Can I wash your front?"

Max turned to face Liz and wondered what is going on in her adorable head. She is blus.h.i.+ng way more than she should due to the hot shower. Is she having lewd thoughts? That is very likely.

Liz's eyes widened from the wonderful sensation of his hard muscles under her palms. She touched his back many times, but she never explored his front. Not this freely and completely at least.

Liz started from his neck, over his shoulders and pecs, down to his abs, all the way to his Apollo's belt… perfect.

Max closed his eyes and smiled while enjoying the electric sensation Liz's palms are releasing on his body wherever they travel. He wondered if she is aware how amazing it is to have her touch him. Can she feel the sparks, or is it just him?

Many women were in his embrace, and they caressed him, but it was never like this.

Right now, Max feels like a teenager who is discovering his body and what arouses him for the first time. And he knows that it has nothing to do with her technique or the mood or the surroundings, it is all because it's her. Liz is the one who can move his heart and his body's reaction is amplified by the strengths of his feelings.

Max inhaled sharply and he opened his eyes when he felt that she cupped his s.c.r.o.t.u.m in her left hand while her right one wrapped around his length.

"Elizabeth…", his raspy voice sounded like a plea, and he was not sure if he wants her to let go or to continue. Who is he kidding? He wants her to continue, but he decided that this will be about Liz, making her relax and get used to him and his touch and this…

"Shh…", Elizabeth stopped him from talking (and thinking). "As your girlfriend, I get to touch and kiss you whenever I want, and I want to do this now."

By the time she finished her sentence, Liz was already on her knees and in the next moment, his tip was in her mouth.

"Ahh…", a barely audible moan escaped his throat and Liz was happy that she gets to hear his l.u.s.tful sounds as well.

Liz fought against her embarra.s.sment by focusing on the technique. It might be her first time, but she knows what she should be doing: her mouth wrapped around his tip and her tongue moved around it while she sucked, her right hand pumped the length of his shaft which didn't fit in her mouth, and her left palm gently stroked his s.c.r.o.t.u.m.

Max looked down at Liz's bobbing head and he was sure that he never saw anything so seductive in his life: Liz on her knees pleasuring him. The image alone is enough to teleport him at the brink of ecstasy. He shoved Liz's hair away from her face and held onto her head, guiding her to set the right pace. His mind exploded when her left hand moved and she pressed a spot behind his s.c.r.o.t.u.m, ma.s.saging it and pus.h.i.+ng him into an overdrive.

Max growled. "Elizabeth, I'm…"

His arms snapped sideways, and his palms pressed on the edges of the shower enclosure for support as he trembled in his release.

Few deep breaths later, Max opened his eyes and saw Liz squis.h.i.+ng her mouth with shower water.

He was not sure what to say. He warned her to move, but she did not. He decided not to talk about it.

Max told himself to focus. Liz just went down on him! And it was amazing!

Liz stuck her tongue out and allowed water to fall on it in order to rinse away the nasty thing. She swallowed more than half of his release, but the lingering taste is not good. Well, it's not super-nasty, but isn't it supposed to be sweet? He needs to eat more fruits!

Liz was startled when she felt his touch on her back.

"It's my turn to wash you…", Max murmured, and he smiled when he saw her relax, silently giving him the permission to continue.

His palms moved with less reservation than ever before. He started on her back, but not long after, he pulled her to lean on him and his hands cupped her girls, pinching and teasing, while he kissed and nibbled on her neck and shoulders.

Liz's mind was spinning. Everything he did was just right.

Max released her from his hold for a moment and rotated her hips gently, so that she turns and faces him. She obeyed.

His hot lips landed on hers, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, enjoying the feel of his skin on hers, unaware that he is pus.h.i.+ng her backward.

The sensation of cold tiles on her back made her twitch, but a moment later she was consumed again in the flames of l.u.s.t, ignoring everything not related to Max.

Liz closed her eyes and enjoyed Max's kisses profusely: his deep kiss made her mind spin, his kiss on her neck felt a bit ticklish, his kiss between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s was tantalizing, his kiss just below her navel made her s.h.i.+ver… His hands moved over her body, and she welcomed whatever he did, because it was amazing.

She opened her eyes when she felt him hold her left thigh, just above her knee, lifting her leg up. Liz swallowed her nonexistent saliva at the sight of Max kneeling in front of her, while hooking her left leg on his shoulder.

A moment later, Liz's whole body trembled when she felt the most amazing kiss ever: right between her folds.

One peck announced what is coming, before Max cupped her b.u.t.tocks in his palms and held her in place while his long tongue explored her thoroughly.

It was embarra.s.sing, she felt exposed, but there is no way that she wanted him to stop what he is doing. It was that good.

"s.h.i.+t!", Liz cursed and grabbed the built-in shelf with her left hand for a support, while fisting Max's hair with her right one when his tongue stroked her engorged peak. Once, twice, and then Max buried his face at the cradle of her thighs and licked and sucked diligently, expertly increasing his pace and pressure, and the whole bathroom was spinning while she gasped for air.

"Max… I… Ahhh… Max… This….", she struggled to say something, and she was not sure what she wants to say because only his name and incoherent gasps mixed with moans came out of her and that was exactly what was on her mind.

Liz pushed backward against the tiles when her body arched and she cried for mercy while her mind dissolved in ecstasy, and Max didn't show any intention of stopping. He licked her greedily and hummed in satisfaction while sucking all of her juices, and she was sure that she is going to pa.s.s out, but somehow… she didn't.

Through her daze, Liz was faintly aware that Max turned off the shower and wrapped her in a towel before carrying her to the bed.

She snuggled limply in his embrace and breathed. That was the most intense o.r.g.a.s.m she ever experienced.

Liz silently acknowledged that every next step is introducing to her a higher level of intimacy and she became aware that intimacy is much more than just touching and caressing each other… It is sharing that experience with someone you care about, and that makes it several folds better. And she definitely cares about Max. Is this what he meant when he talked about 'making love'?

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