Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 3:15 pm
My back hits the door. I grunt with the force.
My legs wrap around his waist. His hands cup my butt.
He devours me.
My lips are swollen.
Throbbing.
He hoists me higher. Carries me towards the bedroom.
I tear off my shirt on the way.
I just put it back on for the ride home.
Oh well.
On the bed, he lands on top of me.
Growls like a lion.
Crawls over me like a tiger.
Mauls me like a bear.
Makes me feel faint.
Good God please don’t take me now.
It’s like torture on heaven.
Culmination is earth shattering.
I’m left seeing stars.
Max is grinning. Looking pleased with himself.
“Cocky asshole,” I giggle.
I curl into him.
He cuddles beneath the sheets.
“Na ah. It’s not sleepy time just yet.”
He cocks a brow. “No?”
“You didn’t get to have your turn yet.”
He chuckles. “Oh I had my turn in the bathroom of Parkers Photos. And in the darkroom. And on your desk…”
I climb on top of him anyway, straddling his waist.
“Do you not want it?” I pout prettily. “I was just going to thank you for making this the best day ever.”
I rub his chest. My fingers slide over each ripple.
“Baby…”
“How about I just tell you what I want to do with you and you decide if you want it or not.”
I whisper in his ear. Taking his ear lobe between my teeth.
“Oh I w-want it. I d-definitely w-want it.”
He shivers.
I smile.
I tease him. Torture him.
His eyes roll.
I love it when I make him do that.
I giggle innocently when he curses in sweet pleasure.
I drive him mad until he can’t handle it.
Then I ride him as he bucks.
We peak together.
“Lizzie, you’re amazing baby.”
I yawn. “I love you.”
“I love you.”
We sleep for an hour.
Then, I offer to cook us dinner.
Max only agrees if I wear his shirt.
And nothing else.
“You’re such a whore for me,” I giggle.
He smiles. “And you’re a slut for me.”
We kiss.
I love him so much.
Max makes me sit on his lap while we eat.
I wish it were like this all the time.
“When do you have to go back?”
He rests his cheek against my shoulder.
I can feel him smiling.
“Depends on when you get sick of me.”
“What?”
“How do you feel about having a permanent roommate?”
He grins.
Is he joking?
“Wha…”
“I’m not going back to New York, Liz. I can’t be away from you anymore.”
I let out a squeal. Turn fully in his arms.
I’m sure he’s enjoying me straddling him pantyless.
“Are you serious?! What about your job? Who’s going to work the firm in New York?”
“Jefferson. We’re going to switch places. Most of our clients don’t mind switching lawyers since we’re from the same firm, but the ones that do, it’s just a few trips back and forth to handle them.”
I latch on to him in a death grip.
“I can’t believe you’re doing this. I was just about to make plans to move to New York. We’ll be together.”
He grins.
After dinner, we make use of the table. Then the counter.
I wonder why I can’t get enough.
Content for now, I lay on the couch for a movie.
Max is in the shower.
Our shower.
He’ll be moved in as soon as possible.
He lays down beside me. Rests his head under my chin.
His chest and back are still a bit damp.
His muscle glisten.
I know he’s tried from today’s activities.
I won’t jump him… this time.
We can’t help a few lazy kisses though.
He slips his hands beneath my shirt.
“I thought you were tired.”
“One more time,” he whispers.
Before he takes off my shirt, the doorbell rings.
“Ignore it,” he murmurs against my lips.
The doorbell is accompanied by knocking.
“Max, Liz, we know you’re in there!”
It’s Kyle.
Max buries his face in my neck.
“We’re having sex! Now leave us alone!”
“Can we watch?”
What? Eww!
“What kind of family did you come from Max?”
He laughs.
“Come on guys, we have nothing else to do.”
Sighing, Max gets up and opens the door.
I go put on some underwear and shorts.
“Who decided that this was the house you had to come to when you have nothing to do?”
It’s Kyle and Alex.
“Liz lives the closest to the bar.”
“Welcome home man.”
Max is engulfed in hugs by both men.
Then returns to my arms on the couch.
“Where are you guys coming from?”
Kyle snorts.
It’s obvious he’s a little drunk.
“Sorry, stupid question.”
“Where’s Michael?”
“Since he knocked up Maria, he doesn’t want to hang out with us anymore.”
“Who could blame him?”
I get a glare for that.
Kyle engages us in his drunken banter.
Max finally gives in to exhaustion.
I drop a kiss on the top of his head.
Alex and Kyle notice he’s conked out as well.
“Hey Liz, go get some lip stick and blush…”
“No Alex. Leave him alone.”
He pouts. “Aww Liz…”
“He’s had a long day.”
Kyle snickers. “Yeah with all the fucking you too must’ve been doing.”
“Kyle!!”
It’s true.
I blush.
Kyle starts to sing. “Maxie and Lizzie sitting in the tree. F.U.C.K.I.N.G. First comes Max. The comes….”
“Kyle!!”
Alex takes pity on me.
He escorts Kyle out.
We’re alone again.
I watch him sleep.
Trace his every outline with my eyes.
Study the tanned skin of his muscled arm while it rests over my waist.
So powerful.
Yet, so gentle.
So sweet. Caring. Loving.
He’s beautiful.
Inside. Outside.
He’s mine.
I’m his.
I’ve never been happier.
I smile.
He snores.
Deep even breaths against my neck.
I’ll sleep peacefully tonight.
**********
Our first Christmas as a couple.
I’m beaming.
There’s one last gift.
A small velvet box in the corner.
I open it.
And gasp.
His arms slip around me from behind.
Kisses my neck.
“Merry Christmas baby.”
My grin is huge.
I thought I couldn’t get happier.
He just proved me wrong.
The End
You decide what he got her. lol Make up your own scenerio. I hope you enjoyed reading as much as I did writing. Until next time...
Tiffany
My legs wrap around his waist. His hands cup my butt.
He devours me.
My lips are swollen.
Throbbing.
He hoists me higher. Carries me towards the bedroom.
I tear off my shirt on the way.
I just put it back on for the ride home.
Oh well.
On the bed, he lands on top of me.
Growls like a lion.
Crawls over me like a tiger.
Mauls me like a bear.
Makes me feel faint.
Good God please don’t take me now.
It’s like torture on heaven.
Culmination is earth shattering.
I’m left seeing stars.
Max is grinning. Looking pleased with himself.
“Cocky asshole,” I giggle.
I curl into him.
He cuddles beneath the sheets.
“Na ah. It’s not sleepy time just yet.”
He cocks a brow. “No?”
“You didn’t get to have your turn yet.”
He chuckles. “Oh I had my turn in the bathroom of Parkers Photos. And in the darkroom. And on your desk…”
I climb on top of him anyway, straddling his waist.
“Do you not want it?” I pout prettily. “I was just going to thank you for making this the best day ever.”
I rub his chest. My fingers slide over each ripple.
“Baby…”
“How about I just tell you what I want to do with you and you decide if you want it or not.”
I whisper in his ear. Taking his ear lobe between my teeth.
“Oh I w-want it. I d-definitely w-want it.”
He shivers.
I smile.
I tease him. Torture him.
His eyes roll.
I love it when I make him do that.
I giggle innocently when he curses in sweet pleasure.
I drive him mad until he can’t handle it.
Then I ride him as he bucks.
We peak together.
“Lizzie, you’re amazing baby.”
I yawn. “I love you.”
“I love you.”
We sleep for an hour.
Then, I offer to cook us dinner.
Max only agrees if I wear his shirt.
And nothing else.
“You’re such a whore for me,” I giggle.
He smiles. “And you’re a slut for me.”
We kiss.
I love him so much.
Max makes me sit on his lap while we eat.
I wish it were like this all the time.
“When do you have to go back?”
He rests his cheek against my shoulder.
I can feel him smiling.
“Depends on when you get sick of me.”
“What?”
“How do you feel about having a permanent roommate?”
He grins.
Is he joking?
“Wha…”
“I’m not going back to New York, Liz. I can’t be away from you anymore.”
I let out a squeal. Turn fully in his arms.
I’m sure he’s enjoying me straddling him pantyless.
“Are you serious?! What about your job? Who’s going to work the firm in New York?”
“Jefferson. We’re going to switch places. Most of our clients don’t mind switching lawyers since we’re from the same firm, but the ones that do, it’s just a few trips back and forth to handle them.”
I latch on to him in a death grip.
“I can’t believe you’re doing this. I was just about to make plans to move to New York. We’ll be together.”
He grins.
After dinner, we make use of the table. Then the counter.
I wonder why I can’t get enough.
Content for now, I lay on the couch for a movie.
Max is in the shower.
Our shower.
He’ll be moved in as soon as possible.
He lays down beside me. Rests his head under my chin.
His chest and back are still a bit damp.
His muscle glisten.
I know he’s tried from today’s activities.
I won’t jump him… this time.
We can’t help a few lazy kisses though.
He slips his hands beneath my shirt.
“I thought you were tired.”
“One more time,” he whispers.
Before he takes off my shirt, the doorbell rings.
“Ignore it,” he murmurs against my lips.
The doorbell is accompanied by knocking.
“Max, Liz, we know you’re in there!”
It’s Kyle.
Max buries his face in my neck.
“We’re having sex! Now leave us alone!”
“Can we watch?”
What? Eww!
“What kind of family did you come from Max?”
He laughs.
“Come on guys, we have nothing else to do.”
Sighing, Max gets up and opens the door.
I go put on some underwear and shorts.
“Who decided that this was the house you had to come to when you have nothing to do?”
It’s Kyle and Alex.
“Liz lives the closest to the bar.”
“Welcome home man.”
Max is engulfed in hugs by both men.
Then returns to my arms on the couch.
“Where are you guys coming from?”
Kyle snorts.
It’s obvious he’s a little drunk.
“Sorry, stupid question.”
“Where’s Michael?”
“Since he knocked up Maria, he doesn’t want to hang out with us anymore.”
“Who could blame him?”
I get a glare for that.
Kyle engages us in his drunken banter.
Max finally gives in to exhaustion.
I drop a kiss on the top of his head.
Alex and Kyle notice he’s conked out as well.
“Hey Liz, go get some lip stick and blush…”
“No Alex. Leave him alone.”
He pouts. “Aww Liz…”
“He’s had a long day.”
Kyle snickers. “Yeah with all the fucking you too must’ve been doing.”
“Kyle!!”
It’s true.
I blush.
Kyle starts to sing. “Maxie and Lizzie sitting in the tree. F.U.C.K.I.N.G. First comes Max. The comes….”
“Kyle!!”
Alex takes pity on me.
He escorts Kyle out.
We’re alone again.
I watch him sleep.
Trace his every outline with my eyes.
Study the tanned skin of his muscled arm while it rests over my waist.
So powerful.
Yet, so gentle.
So sweet. Caring. Loving.
He’s beautiful.
Inside. Outside.
He’s mine.
I’m his.
I’ve never been happier.
I smile.
He snores.
Deep even breaths against my neck.
I’ll sleep peacefully tonight.
**********
Our first Christmas as a couple.
I’m beaming.
There’s one last gift.
A small velvet box in the corner.
I open it.
And gasp.
His arms slip around me from behind.
Kisses my neck.
“Merry Christmas baby.”
My grin is huge.
I thought I couldn’t get happier.
He just proved me wrong.
The End
You decide what he got her. lol Make up your own scenerio. I hope you enjoyed reading as much as I did writing. Until next time...
Tiffany