Yellow (M/L ADULT): NEW CHAPTER! Ch. 21 3/24/21
Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2020 3:35 am
Title: Yellow
Author: ChemChic
Category: M/L - Liz POV
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Summary: I am Liz Parker and my life was pretty much perfect. A straight-A student with a great family, wonderful friends, and incredible boyfriend, I knew that with hard work I could make all of my dreams come true. And then there was a murder...and Gabriel...and six words a parent never wants to hear...and my life would never be the same.
Author's Note: Hi all! It's been...probably a decade since I've posted any Roswell-related fanfiction to the interwebz, but I have been working on this story for quite some time and I'm finally far enough in that I feel it's worth sharing. I've become very, very attached to this version of these characters, and I am hoping by sharing it with you all it will be the inspiration I need to finish this story. It is fully outlined and I have actually written the ending as well as a number of disconnected vignettes so it's just a matter of connecting all of the pieces. I intend to post weekly, but I am a PhD student with a full-time job, so please don't hold a missed week or two against me! It's going to be a very bumpy ride for our favorite couple, but everything they will face they face together.
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Everything was perfect, down to the very last detail. Every image I had conjured up about this moment fell flat and I took a shaky sip of my Riesling, willing myself to hold it together for just twenty more minutes. Twenty more minutes and it wouldn’t matter if my makeup was everywhere and I was a blubbering mess. But until those twenty minutes were up, I needed to look like a presentable human being.
A hand squeezed my knee and I felt myself breathe for what may have been the first time that evening. I didn’t need to look at him to know he was in precisely the same state. This night was simultaneously wonderful and heartbreaking, but after all these years, it was almost electrifying to finally experience the triumph and calamity without the overwhelming agony that once followed so closely behind.
A lovely blonde woman in a stunning yellow gown stepped up to the podium. “Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to take this opportunity to thank you all for being here tonight and for your generosity and support for such an important cause. As many of you know, the Yellow Foundation was born from a great loss. When many people find themselves up against something insurmountable, it is hard enough to find the strength to just keep breathing. But there are two people here tonight that aren’t like most. They turned their personal tragedy into something beautiful. So without further ado, I would like to introduce to you the founders of the Yellow Foundation, Doctors Maxwell and Elizabeth Evans!”
The room lit with applause, but it barely registered. All I could here were the opening chords of “Yellow” by Coldplay as the song came on over the sound system. And everything besides the words to that song and my husband’s hand in mine became secondary. Because the Yellow Foundation was not just born from a great loss, it was born from our great loss. And from a story that begins almost two decades earlier.
This is our story.
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“I now announce you husband ‘n wife! I think you’re suppose’ta kiss’er now!” A six year old Alex said proudly; excited that he remembered his lines. Well, almost.
“EW! Why’d you wanna kiss’er? She’s a GIRL!” A seven year old Michael teased from the “pews” we’d fashioned out of blankets and Fisher Price chairs for the animate and inanimate guests alike.
“SO!” A precocious, Shirley Temple curly Maria screamed back, stomping the heel of her Mary Jane down on Michael’s foot. She grabbed Isabel’s hand and the two took off towards the house in stitches.
“OW MARIA!!! I’m telling! MOM!!” Michael shouted, scrambling to chase after two giggling little girls in party dresses who already had a good five-second head start.
The ruckus quieted as the three fled towards the front yard and my new “husband” quietly said, “I don’t think it’s gross.”
I blushed and smiled and shook my head. I didn’t think it was gross either. In fact, I thought that was precisely what husbands and wives were supposed to do. So I mustered up my courage and pressed my lips to Max’s cheek. I lasted all of a second before I pulled away, embarrassed, staring at the ground.
“I thought he was ‘pose’ta kiss you!” Alex chastised. He was so focused on getting everything “just right” because you only got one wedding. Or so we assumed at the tender age of six.
“Oh, right,” Max mumbled and then leaned down to kiss me, except instead of my cheek, his lips touched mine.
“Oops,” he said, pulling away from me. He looked surprised and self-conscious.
“It’s okay, Max…I don’t mind,” I whispered shyly. Max relaxed and smiled, the two of us breaking into a fit of giggles. I’ve always told people that was my first kiss, even though most wouldn’t count such an innocent gesture. It meant the world to me; it still does.
“Well, now that the wedding is over, I think it’s time for cake!” My mom’s voice came from behind the video camera. A chorus of “yeahs!” came from several different directions and the filming became wobbly as she followed us into the house.
“God, Lillabet. You were adorable,” Max’s voice came from the doorway. When we were toddlers, every time Max tried to say “Elizabeth” it came out as Lillabet; it stuck.
“Jesus! You scared me!” I gasped, pressing the stop button and turning around. He was leaning casually against the door frame with that lopsided grin that, invariably, turned me into a fairly useless excuse for a 16 year old.
“Sorry, the door was unlocked,” he chuckled, pushing off the wall and making his way towards the couch.
“Not that I’m complaining, but I thought you had to work?” I asked, scooting over to make room for him. He stretched his long legs across the sofa and pulled me down against him and my whole body relaxed almost instantly.
“I did, but Milton was all set. Where is everyone?”
It was Sunday night which traditionally meant the Parker and Evans clans plus a few honorary members were gathered at one or the other’s house for dinner and board games.
“I figured at least Alex would be here by now, but maybe his track meet ran over. I’d guess Kyle’s still down at the station with Jim, I don’t think they’re off until 7. Maria said they’d be late; and she and Michael are still working.” I shrugged, not at all displeased about getting some unexpected alone time with Max.
“And our parents?” Max was obviously as upset about the situation as I was, his fingers wandering down my back and teasing the small expanse of skin revealed by my sweater.
“Mm,” I hummed, not immediately registering that he’d asked a question. “Oh, well, our mothers are out shopping, my dad is downstairs doing the books, and I can only imagine that your dad is still out golfing.” I lifted my head from his chest and raised my eyebrows coyly.
“Empty house, huh?” Max slid his hand just inside the waistband of my jeans, playing with the top of my panties. “There must be something we can do to entertain ourselves…” He drew his palm over my bottom and around my hip, resting it torturously over my pubic bone.
I moaned softly and arched into his cupped hand, aching for him to continue.
“Well, someone’s a little eager,” he chuckled softly as his index finger moved down, down…
And then the apartment door slammed open and Hurricane Deluca came blowing in.
Max yanked his hand from my jeans and shifted us so that my body would hide his, er “growing problem” and I tried to take a couple of deep breaths to calm myself down. If Maria caught on to us, we’d never hear the end of it.
But luckily for us – and not so luckily for Michael – she was on the war path.
“If I have a customer complain that their order isn’t cooked the way they wanted it one more time, I swear to you Michael Evans is losing every last organ that makes him a man!” She fumed, storming into the den and all but throwing herself onto the love seat in a huff.
“Maria, isn’t that kind of…harsh?” Max hazarded. He really, really should have known better. After all, we’d only been friends with Maria for 14 years.
“Harsh? HARSH!?” She screeched, springing back up to her feet. “I’ll tell you about harsh! Harsh is losing out on a ten dollar tip because your incompetent imbecilic of a brother and founding member of the modern Neanderthals can’t remember to make a damn hamburger well-done, hold the onions, extra mayonnaise, with a side of Saturn Rings and not Space Fries! He’s back there making $7.30 an hour and I’m relying on my good looks and charm to get anywhere near that! Who cares if Michael screws up? Well I’ll tell you who cares! ME!” Maria was standing in the middle of the room, fists balled at her sides, panting like she’d just run a marathon. If I wasn’t so fond of breathing, I would’ve been in hysterics she looked so ridiculous. But I valued my life, so I – quite literally – bit my tongue and kept quiet.
“Okay, Maria? Breathe. I’m sure that he didn’t screw up the order on purpose,” I hedged. There was always as good a chance of calming her down as there was of making her just that much more pissed off. I was hoping for the former.
“Of course he screwed up the orders on purpose! It has been his sole mission in life to make me as miserable as possible!” Maria seethed, slumping back down, this time landing in my dad’s recliner.
There wasn’t much room for argument, except Maria seemed to forget the part where she caused him as much grief as he did her. If they weren’t fighting, they were making up from a fight. And according to Maria, it made the fighting all worth it.
And then Maria noticed our less-than-casual position on the couch.
“Oh...god! And here you two are, about to do it where we all have to sit...well, don’t let me interrupt you! But shit, either get a room or put down a towel!” She huffed, getting up yet again and heading towards the door. “I’m going to go home and shower and your dad is halfway through the books; you have 45 minutes. If you two aren’t fully dressed and looking like you’ve spent the afternoon playing Scrabble, so help me god...” And with that, the door slammed shut behind her.
“You heard the woman! 45 minutes!” he quipped, all but leaping off the couch and pulling me to my feet.
I laughed, allowing him to drag me towards my bedroom.
“I sincerely hope you remembered to make that CVS run,” I said, stopping in the doorway. Max let go of my hand and reached into his back pocket, producing a foil packet.
I grinned widely. “Best boyfriend ever!”
He glanced away, rubbing the back of his neck the way he always does when he’s embarrassed.
“That, or your boyfriend has the best brother ever,” he mumbled sheepishly.
I rolled my eyes and then reached out and grabbed his wrists. “Remind me to thank him later!”
Max kicked the door shut behind us and our lips met with practiced ease as we made quick work of our clothing.
There was no fumbling for belt buckles or blushing as more skin became exposed; there never has been. Even that first time we saw one another naked after we’d hit puberty. From our first “real” kiss on my balcony at the start of 6th grade, it was all so natural. Of course, like anything else, there had been a learning curve; we certainly weren’t born knowing how to bring each other pleasure. But we were both willing and eager to learn and unlike most teenagers, we weren’t afraid to talk about it. Hell, we spent almost six months talking about making love for the first time before we actually went through with it!
“God, I will never get enough of seeing you like this,” Max groaned as he laid me down on my bed and kneeled over me.
“The view isn’t too shabby from here, either!” I quipped, coyly raising an eyebrow as I raked over his deliciously hard body.
“Oh yeah?” He whispered in my ear before his mouth started descending down my neck to my clavicle.
“Oh...yeah,” I squeaked in surprise as his teeth grazed over my taut nipple and his fingers danced deftly over my clitoris.
He chuckled throatily, moving to the edge of the bed so that his mouth could join his hand.
“Fuck yes,” I gasped as he laid purchase on my core. He teased my nub with the tip of his tongue, just hard enough to drive me insane with need.
I moaned and dug my heels into the mattress, pushing my hips towards him in desperation.
“Mmm,” he breathed against my hypersensitive flesh. “So eager.” And he slid two fingers deep inside me, curling against my g-spot.
I arched off the bed, my mouth open in a silent scream. He wasted no time, pumping his fingers in time with his tongue. My body responded in an instant, every nerve alight and trembling.
“Fuck! Max!” I gasped as he added a third finger and I exploded, my walls contracting around him violently. I writhed beneath his ministrations, shaking and spasming as he pushed me well past the point of orgasm; it was the most delicious form of torture. He pressed his free hand firmly over my abdomen, pinning my hips to the bed as he pushed his mouth harder against me making it impossible for me to fight the onslaught of sensations. And just when I thought I couldn’t take another moment, I exploded into a second, even more intense release. By that point, I was crying incoherently and almost hyperventilating. The things he could do to me!
He chuckled when he released me and I went all but limp, my heaving chest the only part of me capable of coordinated movement. He kissed a path back up my body, making sure to pay extra attention to my breasts and the sweet spot in the hollow of my neck before he came to rest next to me, propped up on one elbow.
He was smiling bemusedly when I finally pried open my eyes.
“Hi,” he said with a cheshire cat grin.
I chuckled and stretched against him, nuzzling at his chin. “Hi,” I joked back.
“You doing okay there, babe?”
I mumbled something incoherent and turned towards him, my hand snaking between us to encircle his throbbing erection.
It was his turn to moan.
I smiled up at him coquettishly and nudged him on to his back. I knelt between his knees and pumped his cock a few times before leaning down to take him in my mouth.
“Jesus Christ,” Max hissed as he threaded his fingers through my hair and flexed his hips. I hummed against his pulsing tip, sucking and teasing him with my tongue before I slid down as far as I could handle. I started a steady rhythm, stroking what I couldn’t fit in my mouth and swirling my tongue around his straining head. I loved the way he felt in my mouth, so hard and so smooth and so male. Even his taste was heady. I could never understand girls who were turned off by oral sex; I found it addicting. An act in which the sole purpose was to bring your partner pleasure without any consideration to your own. That’s pretty incredible.
“I need to be inside you,” Max demanded hoarsely, tugging gently on my hair that was still twined in his fingers. I sat up and reached for the condom packet on the nightstand, tearing the perforation and discarding the foil on the floor. I pinched the tip and rolled the latex sheath over him and straddling his hips, I sank down onto his length.
We let out twin moans of pleasure and I was still for a moment, just enjoying the incredible feeling of having him so deep inside of me. Max’s hands came to rest on my hips and I began rocking against him, slowly and methodically.
“You have no idea how incredible it feels to be inside you,” Max murmured, his eyes slipping shut as he sighed.
I leaned over him, my lips trailing across his neck and jaw, my teeth nipping at his ear lobe before I sought his mouth. His arms snaked around my waist and his hands trailed up my back, pulling me against his chest. This new position put him in control and he thrust his hips up, driving him deeper and I mewed with pleasure.
His thrusts became urgent and I felt the mood shift from relaxed and playful to intense and charged and I responded instantly. I reared up and pressed my hands against his pecs, taking back control and I set a set a furious pace that guaranteed the release we both so desperately craved.
His fingers dug into my hip bones as he slammed me down onto him over and over, our moans rising in a barely controlled crescendo of mindless passion.
I could feel his entire body tense beneath me and I knew he was close...so damned close. I rocked back and locked my gaze with his as I deliberately reached between our bodies and started to rub myself with abandon. I knew exactly what that did to him when I touched myself and I wasn’t left disappointed.
“Oh my god. Fuck! Liz!” He gasped as he began to shake. I knew he was holding back, waiting for me to join him but I so badly wanted him to lose control.
“Let go, baby,” I commanded and I sent myself flying over the edge and he immediately followed with a groan as he shuddered deep inside of me.
I collapsed on top of him, slick and panting, the afterglow of my orgasm enveloping me like warm tendrils. I felt incredible. We were silent and still for a few minutes while we caught our breath, his fingers tracing senseless patterns across my overheated flesh.
“This is why I get nothing done,” Max said, reaching up to brush my hair off my face.
I chuckled, snuggling into his chest. “What do you mean?”
“This! You!” I could feel him gesture towards our bodies. “If sex with you was mediocre, it wouldn’t be on my mind every waking minute of my day. But no, you have to go and be this freakishly talented little nympho...” I interrupted him with a laugh and a playful smack on his shoulder.
“You think you’re the only one with this problem? You walk around looking all gorgeous and irresistible and all I can do is picture you all hard and naked and tied to my bed so I can have my wicked way with you!” I joked, resting my chin on my folded hands and looking up at him.
“Well I guess it’s lucky that we both have the same, very solvable problem then!” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and I dissolved in a fit of giggles.
“Careful there babe, enough of that and I’ll be ready for round two! And by my calculations, that’ll run right into the middle of dinner...”
I sighed, still chuckling and rolled off him and onto my side of the bed. “Fine!” I huffed jokingly. “You go clean up, I’m going to get dressed and see if I can make myself presentable.”
He rolled over and kissed me quickly. “I love you, Lillabet,” he said with a lopsided grin as he pushed himself up off the bed and headed for my bathroom in all his naked glory.
I flopped on my back with a contented smile. Life was pretty damned good.
Little did I know how quickly things could change.
Author: ChemChic
Category: M/L - Liz POV
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Summary: I am Liz Parker and my life was pretty much perfect. A straight-A student with a great family, wonderful friends, and incredible boyfriend, I knew that with hard work I could make all of my dreams come true. And then there was a murder...and Gabriel...and six words a parent never wants to hear...and my life would never be the same.
Author's Note: Hi all! It's been...probably a decade since I've posted any Roswell-related fanfiction to the interwebz, but I have been working on this story for quite some time and I'm finally far enough in that I feel it's worth sharing. I've become very, very attached to this version of these characters, and I am hoping by sharing it with you all it will be the inspiration I need to finish this story. It is fully outlined and I have actually written the ending as well as a number of disconnected vignettes so it's just a matter of connecting all of the pieces. I intend to post weekly, but I am a PhD student with a full-time job, so please don't hold a missed week or two against me! It's going to be a very bumpy ride for our favorite couple, but everything they will face they face together.
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Everything was perfect, down to the very last detail. Every image I had conjured up about this moment fell flat and I took a shaky sip of my Riesling, willing myself to hold it together for just twenty more minutes. Twenty more minutes and it wouldn’t matter if my makeup was everywhere and I was a blubbering mess. But until those twenty minutes were up, I needed to look like a presentable human being.
A hand squeezed my knee and I felt myself breathe for what may have been the first time that evening. I didn’t need to look at him to know he was in precisely the same state. This night was simultaneously wonderful and heartbreaking, but after all these years, it was almost electrifying to finally experience the triumph and calamity without the overwhelming agony that once followed so closely behind.
A lovely blonde woman in a stunning yellow gown stepped up to the podium. “Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to take this opportunity to thank you all for being here tonight and for your generosity and support for such an important cause. As many of you know, the Yellow Foundation was born from a great loss. When many people find themselves up against something insurmountable, it is hard enough to find the strength to just keep breathing. But there are two people here tonight that aren’t like most. They turned their personal tragedy into something beautiful. So without further ado, I would like to introduce to you the founders of the Yellow Foundation, Doctors Maxwell and Elizabeth Evans!”
The room lit with applause, but it barely registered. All I could here were the opening chords of “Yellow” by Coldplay as the song came on over the sound system. And everything besides the words to that song and my husband’s hand in mine became secondary. Because the Yellow Foundation was not just born from a great loss, it was born from our great loss. And from a story that begins almost two decades earlier.
This is our story.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“I now announce you husband ‘n wife! I think you’re suppose’ta kiss’er now!” A six year old Alex said proudly; excited that he remembered his lines. Well, almost.
“EW! Why’d you wanna kiss’er? She’s a GIRL!” A seven year old Michael teased from the “pews” we’d fashioned out of blankets and Fisher Price chairs for the animate and inanimate guests alike.
“SO!” A precocious, Shirley Temple curly Maria screamed back, stomping the heel of her Mary Jane down on Michael’s foot. She grabbed Isabel’s hand and the two took off towards the house in stitches.
“OW MARIA!!! I’m telling! MOM!!” Michael shouted, scrambling to chase after two giggling little girls in party dresses who already had a good five-second head start.
The ruckus quieted as the three fled towards the front yard and my new “husband” quietly said, “I don’t think it’s gross.”
I blushed and smiled and shook my head. I didn’t think it was gross either. In fact, I thought that was precisely what husbands and wives were supposed to do. So I mustered up my courage and pressed my lips to Max’s cheek. I lasted all of a second before I pulled away, embarrassed, staring at the ground.
“I thought he was ‘pose’ta kiss you!” Alex chastised. He was so focused on getting everything “just right” because you only got one wedding. Or so we assumed at the tender age of six.
“Oh, right,” Max mumbled and then leaned down to kiss me, except instead of my cheek, his lips touched mine.
“Oops,” he said, pulling away from me. He looked surprised and self-conscious.
“It’s okay, Max…I don’t mind,” I whispered shyly. Max relaxed and smiled, the two of us breaking into a fit of giggles. I’ve always told people that was my first kiss, even though most wouldn’t count such an innocent gesture. It meant the world to me; it still does.
“Well, now that the wedding is over, I think it’s time for cake!” My mom’s voice came from behind the video camera. A chorus of “yeahs!” came from several different directions and the filming became wobbly as she followed us into the house.
“God, Lillabet. You were adorable,” Max’s voice came from the doorway. When we were toddlers, every time Max tried to say “Elizabeth” it came out as Lillabet; it stuck.
“Jesus! You scared me!” I gasped, pressing the stop button and turning around. He was leaning casually against the door frame with that lopsided grin that, invariably, turned me into a fairly useless excuse for a 16 year old.
“Sorry, the door was unlocked,” he chuckled, pushing off the wall and making his way towards the couch.
“Not that I’m complaining, but I thought you had to work?” I asked, scooting over to make room for him. He stretched his long legs across the sofa and pulled me down against him and my whole body relaxed almost instantly.
“I did, but Milton was all set. Where is everyone?”
It was Sunday night which traditionally meant the Parker and Evans clans plus a few honorary members were gathered at one or the other’s house for dinner and board games.
“I figured at least Alex would be here by now, but maybe his track meet ran over. I’d guess Kyle’s still down at the station with Jim, I don’t think they’re off until 7. Maria said they’d be late; and she and Michael are still working.” I shrugged, not at all displeased about getting some unexpected alone time with Max.
“And our parents?” Max was obviously as upset about the situation as I was, his fingers wandering down my back and teasing the small expanse of skin revealed by my sweater.
“Mm,” I hummed, not immediately registering that he’d asked a question. “Oh, well, our mothers are out shopping, my dad is downstairs doing the books, and I can only imagine that your dad is still out golfing.” I lifted my head from his chest and raised my eyebrows coyly.
“Empty house, huh?” Max slid his hand just inside the waistband of my jeans, playing with the top of my panties. “There must be something we can do to entertain ourselves…” He drew his palm over my bottom and around my hip, resting it torturously over my pubic bone.
I moaned softly and arched into his cupped hand, aching for him to continue.
“Well, someone’s a little eager,” he chuckled softly as his index finger moved down, down…
And then the apartment door slammed open and Hurricane Deluca came blowing in.
Max yanked his hand from my jeans and shifted us so that my body would hide his, er “growing problem” and I tried to take a couple of deep breaths to calm myself down. If Maria caught on to us, we’d never hear the end of it.
But luckily for us – and not so luckily for Michael – she was on the war path.
“If I have a customer complain that their order isn’t cooked the way they wanted it one more time, I swear to you Michael Evans is losing every last organ that makes him a man!” She fumed, storming into the den and all but throwing herself onto the love seat in a huff.
“Maria, isn’t that kind of…harsh?” Max hazarded. He really, really should have known better. After all, we’d only been friends with Maria for 14 years.
“Harsh? HARSH!?” She screeched, springing back up to her feet. “I’ll tell you about harsh! Harsh is losing out on a ten dollar tip because your incompetent imbecilic of a brother and founding member of the modern Neanderthals can’t remember to make a damn hamburger well-done, hold the onions, extra mayonnaise, with a side of Saturn Rings and not Space Fries! He’s back there making $7.30 an hour and I’m relying on my good looks and charm to get anywhere near that! Who cares if Michael screws up? Well I’ll tell you who cares! ME!” Maria was standing in the middle of the room, fists balled at her sides, panting like she’d just run a marathon. If I wasn’t so fond of breathing, I would’ve been in hysterics she looked so ridiculous. But I valued my life, so I – quite literally – bit my tongue and kept quiet.
“Okay, Maria? Breathe. I’m sure that he didn’t screw up the order on purpose,” I hedged. There was always as good a chance of calming her down as there was of making her just that much more pissed off. I was hoping for the former.
“Of course he screwed up the orders on purpose! It has been his sole mission in life to make me as miserable as possible!” Maria seethed, slumping back down, this time landing in my dad’s recliner.
There wasn’t much room for argument, except Maria seemed to forget the part where she caused him as much grief as he did her. If they weren’t fighting, they were making up from a fight. And according to Maria, it made the fighting all worth it.
And then Maria noticed our less-than-casual position on the couch.
“Oh...god! And here you two are, about to do it where we all have to sit...well, don’t let me interrupt you! But shit, either get a room or put down a towel!” She huffed, getting up yet again and heading towards the door. “I’m going to go home and shower and your dad is halfway through the books; you have 45 minutes. If you two aren’t fully dressed and looking like you’ve spent the afternoon playing Scrabble, so help me god...” And with that, the door slammed shut behind her.
“You heard the woman! 45 minutes!” he quipped, all but leaping off the couch and pulling me to my feet.
I laughed, allowing him to drag me towards my bedroom.
“I sincerely hope you remembered to make that CVS run,” I said, stopping in the doorway. Max let go of my hand and reached into his back pocket, producing a foil packet.
I grinned widely. “Best boyfriend ever!”
He glanced away, rubbing the back of his neck the way he always does when he’s embarrassed.
“That, or your boyfriend has the best brother ever,” he mumbled sheepishly.
I rolled my eyes and then reached out and grabbed his wrists. “Remind me to thank him later!”
Max kicked the door shut behind us and our lips met with practiced ease as we made quick work of our clothing.
There was no fumbling for belt buckles or blushing as more skin became exposed; there never has been. Even that first time we saw one another naked after we’d hit puberty. From our first “real” kiss on my balcony at the start of 6th grade, it was all so natural. Of course, like anything else, there had been a learning curve; we certainly weren’t born knowing how to bring each other pleasure. But we were both willing and eager to learn and unlike most teenagers, we weren’t afraid to talk about it. Hell, we spent almost six months talking about making love for the first time before we actually went through with it!
“God, I will never get enough of seeing you like this,” Max groaned as he laid me down on my bed and kneeled over me.
“The view isn’t too shabby from here, either!” I quipped, coyly raising an eyebrow as I raked over his deliciously hard body.
“Oh yeah?” He whispered in my ear before his mouth started descending down my neck to my clavicle.
“Oh...yeah,” I squeaked in surprise as his teeth grazed over my taut nipple and his fingers danced deftly over my clitoris.
He chuckled throatily, moving to the edge of the bed so that his mouth could join his hand.
“Fuck yes,” I gasped as he laid purchase on my core. He teased my nub with the tip of his tongue, just hard enough to drive me insane with need.
I moaned and dug my heels into the mattress, pushing my hips towards him in desperation.
“Mmm,” he breathed against my hypersensitive flesh. “So eager.” And he slid two fingers deep inside me, curling against my g-spot.
I arched off the bed, my mouth open in a silent scream. He wasted no time, pumping his fingers in time with his tongue. My body responded in an instant, every nerve alight and trembling.
“Fuck! Max!” I gasped as he added a third finger and I exploded, my walls contracting around him violently. I writhed beneath his ministrations, shaking and spasming as he pushed me well past the point of orgasm; it was the most delicious form of torture. He pressed his free hand firmly over my abdomen, pinning my hips to the bed as he pushed his mouth harder against me making it impossible for me to fight the onslaught of sensations. And just when I thought I couldn’t take another moment, I exploded into a second, even more intense release. By that point, I was crying incoherently and almost hyperventilating. The things he could do to me!
He chuckled when he released me and I went all but limp, my heaving chest the only part of me capable of coordinated movement. He kissed a path back up my body, making sure to pay extra attention to my breasts and the sweet spot in the hollow of my neck before he came to rest next to me, propped up on one elbow.
He was smiling bemusedly when I finally pried open my eyes.
“Hi,” he said with a cheshire cat grin.
I chuckled and stretched against him, nuzzling at his chin. “Hi,” I joked back.
“You doing okay there, babe?”
I mumbled something incoherent and turned towards him, my hand snaking between us to encircle his throbbing erection.
It was his turn to moan.
I smiled up at him coquettishly and nudged him on to his back. I knelt between his knees and pumped his cock a few times before leaning down to take him in my mouth.
“Jesus Christ,” Max hissed as he threaded his fingers through my hair and flexed his hips. I hummed against his pulsing tip, sucking and teasing him with my tongue before I slid down as far as I could handle. I started a steady rhythm, stroking what I couldn’t fit in my mouth and swirling my tongue around his straining head. I loved the way he felt in my mouth, so hard and so smooth and so male. Even his taste was heady. I could never understand girls who were turned off by oral sex; I found it addicting. An act in which the sole purpose was to bring your partner pleasure without any consideration to your own. That’s pretty incredible.
“I need to be inside you,” Max demanded hoarsely, tugging gently on my hair that was still twined in his fingers. I sat up and reached for the condom packet on the nightstand, tearing the perforation and discarding the foil on the floor. I pinched the tip and rolled the latex sheath over him and straddling his hips, I sank down onto his length.
We let out twin moans of pleasure and I was still for a moment, just enjoying the incredible feeling of having him so deep inside of me. Max’s hands came to rest on my hips and I began rocking against him, slowly and methodically.
“You have no idea how incredible it feels to be inside you,” Max murmured, his eyes slipping shut as he sighed.
I leaned over him, my lips trailing across his neck and jaw, my teeth nipping at his ear lobe before I sought his mouth. His arms snaked around my waist and his hands trailed up my back, pulling me against his chest. This new position put him in control and he thrust his hips up, driving him deeper and I mewed with pleasure.
His thrusts became urgent and I felt the mood shift from relaxed and playful to intense and charged and I responded instantly. I reared up and pressed my hands against his pecs, taking back control and I set a set a furious pace that guaranteed the release we both so desperately craved.
His fingers dug into my hip bones as he slammed me down onto him over and over, our moans rising in a barely controlled crescendo of mindless passion.
I could feel his entire body tense beneath me and I knew he was close...so damned close. I rocked back and locked my gaze with his as I deliberately reached between our bodies and started to rub myself with abandon. I knew exactly what that did to him when I touched myself and I wasn’t left disappointed.
“Oh my god. Fuck! Liz!” He gasped as he began to shake. I knew he was holding back, waiting for me to join him but I so badly wanted him to lose control.
“Let go, baby,” I commanded and I sent myself flying over the edge and he immediately followed with a groan as he shuddered deep inside of me.
I collapsed on top of him, slick and panting, the afterglow of my orgasm enveloping me like warm tendrils. I felt incredible. We were silent and still for a few minutes while we caught our breath, his fingers tracing senseless patterns across my overheated flesh.
“This is why I get nothing done,” Max said, reaching up to brush my hair off my face.
I chuckled, snuggling into his chest. “What do you mean?”
“This! You!” I could feel him gesture towards our bodies. “If sex with you was mediocre, it wouldn’t be on my mind every waking minute of my day. But no, you have to go and be this freakishly talented little nympho...” I interrupted him with a laugh and a playful smack on his shoulder.
“You think you’re the only one with this problem? You walk around looking all gorgeous and irresistible and all I can do is picture you all hard and naked and tied to my bed so I can have my wicked way with you!” I joked, resting my chin on my folded hands and looking up at him.
“Well I guess it’s lucky that we both have the same, very solvable problem then!” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and I dissolved in a fit of giggles.
“Careful there babe, enough of that and I’ll be ready for round two! And by my calculations, that’ll run right into the middle of dinner...”
I sighed, still chuckling and rolled off him and onto my side of the bed. “Fine!” I huffed jokingly. “You go clean up, I’m going to get dressed and see if I can make myself presentable.”
He rolled over and kissed me quickly. “I love you, Lillabet,” he said with a lopsided grin as he pushed himself up off the bed and headed for my bathroom in all his naked glory.
I flopped on my back with a contented smile. Life was pretty damned good.
Little did I know how quickly things could change.