Chapter 8
“Something smells
molto buono,” Max announces as he steps into the unfinished kitchen, “What have you done, Lisa?”
She pivots around to regard him, leaning back against the countertop. Though her stance is relaxed there is a near imperceptible rigidity to her shoulders. “Your family just left a few minutes ago while you were showering,” she says as he checks the oven for the baking pizza, “Your mother told me that you fired the contractor, Max. Is that true?” He snaps upright at the mild admonishment in her tone, but utters not a single word in his defense. “Why did you do that?” she asks when he makes no defense for himself.
“They were disrespectful,” he answers simply.
“To who?” she demands, “Me or you?”
“Both.”
She scrutinizes him closely. “What exactly did that worker say today?” she asks, “It must have been something terrible for you to react this way.”
“It does not matter,” he dismisses.
His refusal to tell her only adds fuel to her already simmering anger because he decided to fire the contractor without consulting her first. “It matters to me!”
“He made a pass at you,” Max explains shortly, “And, worse than that, he did it right in front on me! He is lucky I did not beat him senseless!”
Liz wants to strangle him in that moment. “That’s it?” she bleats, “He made a pass? He didn’t say anything lewd or vulgar? He just made a simple pass and you fired him for that? Who is going to finish the kitchen, huh?”
“That was enough!” he tosses back sharply, “You are mine, Lisa…no one else’s. I will not allow another man to talk to you that way!”
“Excuse me?” Liz whispers in dubious affront, “Possessive much? Since when do I belong to you, Max? Since when do I belong to anybody?”
“
Tu sei mia! You belong to me,” he declares implacably. The jealousy simply erupts out of nowhere. Max suddenly realizes that he has no real hold on her. They are not married. They are not even lovers…yet. There is nothing to bind her to him technically, yet he feels that she belongs to him anyway. She
is his. He will share her with no one. “You were much too flirtatious with those men today! You are so beautiful they cannot help but look at you! Maybe I should keep you in the house from now on!”
“What?” Liz guffaws, caught somewhere between anger and laughter over his ridiculous threat, “You’re fucking cracked if you think you have any say at all in what I do!”
“You don’t think I do,” he challenges brusquely.
“Max, you’d better watch what you say before you can’t take it back,” Liz warns smoothly, “I am nobody’s property, pal…especially yours. This machismo crap doesn’t go over well with me so maybe you should try another technique! And on that note…you can dine alone tonight. I’ve lost my appetite for dinner and
dessert!”
However, when she starts to brush past him Max snags hold of her forearm and swings her back around to face him. “
Tu sei mia! Don’t you understand what is between us? I’m not letting you go that easy, Lisa…this is meant to be,” he murmurs before jerking her against him for a breath-stealing kiss.
She makes a feeble attempt to beat against his shoulders and chest but when he slides his tongue between her lips all struggles cease. Her body goes liquid and Liz moans as he plunges his fingers into her hair to hold her captive to his plundering mouth. She is vaguely aware of him walking them backwards until the backs of her knees finally knock against something. And then he scoops his hands beneath her and sets her on the dining room table, all without taking his marauding lips from hers.
His hands roam over her in rough urgency, splaying over her back, smoothing down her breasts, creating tiny flames of need wherever he touches. “
Mia... sei…mia,” he whispers again, but this time his words are lush with desire, “Let me have you, Lisa.” She moans at his whispered plea and with very little effort he scoots between her thighs, dragging his lips from her mouth to slide down her throat in a tantalizing path. He sucks and bites at her tender skin, heating her blood, heating his own…
“Max…Max…don’t stop…”
“I want you right here,” Max whispers gruffly, licking at the underside of her jaw. He tugs her shirt up over her head without preamble and tosses it away. He needs to see her skin, to taste her. It is not something he can deny…not anymore. “I cannot wait,
tesoro.” He slides his hands up her inner thighs, spreading them even wider. Liz shivers in eagerness for what he will do next and, unable to wait, she takes hold of his hand and places it between her legs. He rubs his open palm against her damp center, moaning aloud when he feels her wetness seeping through the crotch of her panties. “I want to take you, Lisa.”
Liz rides his hand, groans of pleasure gurgling from her throat. “Then take me,” she invites, meeting his provocative stare through the canopy of her lashes. She grasps him by the lapels of his shirt, pulling him closer so that she can feel his hardness and his hand wedged against her. “Take me right here.”
He doesn’t hesitate to take advantage of her invitation and dips his head to sample the silken skin of her collarbone even as he skillfully unhooks her bra. Max smoothes his hands across her back as he pushes aside the wispy scrap of lace. He cannot believe how hot her skin is…like fire. Max doesn’t realize his skin is just as hot, that he is burning just as hot. He pulls back to lock his eyes with hers and pushes the delicate straps from her shoulders so that her bra falls neatly into her lap. Only then does he drop his eyes.
Max has never studied her naked breasts before. Kissed and caressed them, yes, but he has never marveled over their perfect beauty. Round, firm and sprinkled with freckles Max does not think he has seen anything more spectacular in his life than Liz Parker’s bared breasts. Her nipples are a dusky, cinnamon color, which makes him wonder if she tastes as good as she looks.
She grows nervous under his scrutiny but all thoughts of squirming are banished when he finally cups her in his large hands. They both gasp at the skin on skin contact. He palms her gently, rotating his thumbs over her hardening nipples. Liz bites down against the whimpers of pleasure rising in her throat, but she loses the battle altogether when he lowers his head and lifts one turgid tip towards his mouth.
Liz moans aloud when the hot vortex of his mouth consumes her. He doesn’t suck her roughly, but rather he laps his tongue across her nipple in long, sensuous strokes. She quivers beneath him, leaning back against the table and giving him no choice but to follow her down. Plates and glasses crash loudly to the floor as they scoot up onto the table but neither of them pays the shattering dinnerware any heed.
The awkwardness of their position forces Max to release her long before he’s ready. Liz uses the opportunity to position herself lengthwise on the table while Max looms before her spread thighs. His lips curving in a feline smile, Max slowly lifts her long, tapered leg and begins unlacing the strap to her high-heeled sandal. Once he has removed it, he drops it to the floor with a definitive thud. Max then turns his attention to her other foot, this time pausing to kiss her delicate ankle after removing her shoe.
He then sets both her feet back down against the table, so that her knees flank his hips. Max lingers for a moment, trailing his fingers down her bare shins and then smoothing them up her thighs, gathering her skirt up around her waist as he does. She is dying for him to touch her more intimately, Max can tell, but still he takes his time. He touches her throat, her shoulders, her belly…fascinated by the fire gathering in her dark eyes.
Liz becomes wise to his game very quickly, however, and she lifts one slender foot to rub back and forth across his straining arousal. “I want this now,” she whispers thickly, “Will you give it to me, Max?”
He gulps audibly and grasps hold of her teasing toes. After pressing a fleeting kiss to her fidgety digits he sets her foot aside to begin removing his shirt. Max watches her intently as he unfastens his shirt buttons before shrugging from it completely. “
Mi fai impazzire,” he whispers and then translates, “You are making me crazy.”
“Same here,” she mumbles with a small smile, her eyes locked on his fingers as they fall to the waistband of his trousers. She licks her lips in anticipation, yearning for the moment when he will finally remove them. But he does not. He keeps her waiting deliberately because, when he finally takes her, Max wants her to come apart in his arms.
“I felt you watching me this afternoon,” he whispers as he stretches over her again to kiss a path down the valley of her breasts, “Did you want me, Lisa?”
“You know I did,” she gasps, arching into his mouth as he laves her skin with his tongue.
“What did you want me to do to you,
tesoro?” he murmurs, “Tell me.”
“What…what you’re doing now!” she says, her toes curling when he plunges his tongue into her navel, “God, Max!”
“Is this all,” he whispers into her skin, “You don’t want more?”
“Yes,” she says tremulously and she has to drag the reply from her throat.
“What else do you want?” he queries, dragging down the seam zipper at her hip so that he can pull her skirt from her body. Once he’s rid her of it Max wastes no time hooking his fingers into her panties and dragging them over her gorgeous hips. When she is completely free of all clothing Max roams his eyes over her nude glory. For a moment, he lets his stare linger with unconcealed longing on the curly triangle between her thighs.
He has dreamed of touching her there, wanted almost since that first day but something has always happened to prevent him. Max fulfills his fantasies now, sifting his fingers through the coarse tendrils. He studies Liz’s expression as he finds her clitoris hidden beneath those curls and coaxes it into swollen arousal. She writhes beneath his touch, rotating her hips up into his hand.
“Max…Max…please…”
“Tell me,” he insists softly, “Say the words for me,
amore mio.”
“I…I want you inside me!” she gasps.
“Where?” he teases relentlessly, “Show me…”
“Max!”
“Show me,” he says again, “
Adesso, amore mio. Show me now.”
Blushing furiously over the prospect but unable to ignore the clamoring needs of her body, Liz slides a lone hand down between her legs. “Here, Max,” she whispers hotly, “I want you here.”
He covers her hand with his own and surges a single finger into her creamy depths. “This is mine,” he whispers as he adds yet another, pumping his digits purposefully, “You are mine, Lisa…mine…” He pushes his fingers higher, his erection twitching as his fingers are made sticky with her arousal. “You are so wet,
tesoro,” he grates out, “Is this all for me?”
“Yes…yes…” she moans, tossing her head fitfully against the tabletop.
The sight of her in the throes of such pleasure is too much for Max. He has incited a tidal wave of lust in himself while trying to stir her. Quickly and with fingers made clumsy from need, he fishes around in his back pocket for his wallet and removes a condom. After tossing it to the table, he shimmies from his trousers and boxers awkwardly, kicking them off along with his shoes.
Liz rises up onto her elbows to watch him rip open the foil package, but takes hold of his fingers before he can slip it onto his distended length. “Let me do it,” she offers huskily.
There is something indescribably arousing to Max watching Liz roll the latex down onto his hardened cock. The sight and the feel of her fingers against his fevered skin are nearly enough to make him come right then. However, he restrains himself long enough to urge her back against the table and settle between her legs.
Max seals his lips to hers in one last desperate kiss before thrusting himself home. They both arch with the shock of his entering her, the sense of being joined as one. Max fills her with his turgid length, stretching her inner muscles in a fit that seems fashioned especially for him. There are no preliminaries between them. Just frenzied bucking, grasping need and whispered words of promise.
Liz opens her legs wide as Max pounds within her, drives to the very core of her. He pistons into her liquid heat again and again in no discernible rhythm. Her body swallows him, consumes him, envelops him with stunning, silken heat until Max can form no other coherent thought than to come and make her come with him. Their bodies become slick with sweat in his effort, slapping and popping together with his every penetration. “
Così. Così,” he murmurs against her cheek, “That’s it,
tesoro, vieni per me Come…come…”
She quivers beneath him, her muscles contracting wildly as her orgasm begins to take hold. A moment later she’s compressing him between her thighs as she shatters, gasping out his name. Even through the latex Max can feel the warm deluge of her climax and it drives him over the edge. He rocks against her desperately, seeking release; wanting to be buried so deep inside her he can feel her heartbeat. He thrusts deep one last time, burying his cock to the hilt before coming inside her with a staccato groan of satiated pleasure.
Max comes back to himself first, wearily pushing up from her sticky body and rolling off onto her side with an exhausted sigh. “
Dio…My God…” he mutters breathlessly.
“Ditto,” she gasps in a laugh. However, as she descends from her sexual high she becomes aware of the damage they have done to the kitchen, the flatware digging into her shoulder, the fact that they just made love upon the dining room table and something else… Liz sniffs the air in a panic. “What’s that smell?” she bursts out, “It smells like something is burning.” Max shrugs in unconcern only to have Liz knock him aside with a groaning cry as she leaps from the table. “Oh no! The pizza!”
She dashes over to the oven and yanks open the door but it is too late. The kitchen has already begun to fill with black smoke. She shuts off the oven and removes the destroyed pizza with a frustrated groan, so agitated she does not realize that Max is watching her harried movements with a concupiscent smile. “It’s ruined,” she pouts to Max as he comes to stand behind her, “Now what will we do for dinner?”
“I do not know,
mia cara,” he murmurs, pulling her into his arms and nuzzling her neck as he pulls her down to the floor, “But watching you run around so naked and beautiful I think I am more in the mood for dessert anyway.”
AN: Translations:
Tu sei mia = You are mine!
Adesso = now
Così = That's it.
Vieni per me = Come for me
I think the rest is self-explanatory...at least I hope they are. 
