Accident Prone 186 Lustful Woman

The water dripped from their soaked clothes, but neither of them cared about it.

Max cradled Liz in his arms and held her tightly and she melted in his arms under the intensity of his emotions which radiated from him.

The two of them held each other in silence and Liz thought about Max's words: 'I don't know what I would do if something happens to you'. Those words filled her with a warm and fuzzy feeling which spread through her, and at the same time, she knew that he means it, that he is concerned about her and that he would do anything in his power to keep her safe, even jump recklessly from the upper deck of a powerboat, or from a cliff. If that is not a love confession, nothing is.

Liz remembered that in Hawaii she said something similar, how she does not know what she would do without him. She said that in a moment of distress, but she meant every word. Wasn't that her love confession? Liz wondered if he understood it as such.

She is not sure if Max knows that he integrated himself in her life completely and the best part of her day is any part which she spends with Max.

During the course of the last few weeks, Liz started depending on him. She needs him to make her life better, to brighten up her days, and to ease up her troubles. No matter if it's a bolster pillow, or someone to shoo lecherous Mr. Hoyt away, or to teach chairman Lee a lesson, or to show her how to have fun, Max is there for her. Always.

Liz glanced to the side and gestured toward the spilled orange juice on the floor. "I don't think that seagulls will take care of that mess."

Max looked at the spill and remembered that he dropped the bottle. He was in such distress that he didn't care about it, and if it happens again, he will not change a thing. Nothing comes before Elizabeth. A mess that is on the waterproof surface is not a problem.

Max agreed with Liz. "Seagulls are not into orange juice. That will require a human to clean. Don't worry about it. I have someone coming to clean up regularly."

Just like in his apartment, he has a cleaning service once a week to vacuum and dust off the surfaces and replace the bedsheets. If needed, they will do the dishes and laundry as well.

Liz was happy to hear Max talking lightly about it. Usually, her guy-friends are in love with their toys (boats, cars, motorcycles, etc.) to the point of going crazy when they are dirtied or damaged in any way.

Liz could not get out of her mind Max jumping from such a height recklessly just because she made noise due to the cold water. "Thank you for coming to my rescue."

Max's gaze moved from the juice-mess on the floor to meet her dark eyes and he stopped halfway at her breast level. The t-shirt on her is wet and sticking to her body, revealing the perfect outline of her girls.

His intention was to respond how it's not a problem, or maybe to say that she is welcome, but he was distracted.

Max swallowed hard and licked his lips slowly at the sight of an unexpected visual treat.

His hand moved from her back lower and he felt under his palm that her bottom is bare.

"Did you lose my underwear?", Max asked.

Liz was confused by this sudden change of topic. She thanked him for the rescue, and he talks about underwear? And how can she lose HIS underwear?

"What?"

"Last time when you jumped in the ocean, you lost your top. Did you lose your bottom now?" Max ended his question with a gentle squeeze of Liz's b.u.t.tocks.

"Oh, that… I removed it before going in the water. It's on the main deck."

Liz felt that Max's hand is moving toward the inside of her thighs. She jerked when tips of his fingers brushed against her flower. In the next moment, her legs parted, and her hips moved to meet his hand.

"Turn around…", he murmured, and Liz obeyed, straddling Max with her back toward him.

She removed the wet t-shirt off from her body, its coolness was clashing with her heat and she wanted to lose herself in flames.

Max cupped her girls and teased Liz's hard nipples while kissing her back and neck and wherever his lips reached.

"Mmm…" Liz moaned when his hand moved between the wet folds of her flower.

His fingers glided over her engorged peak and then slipped inside her. The sensation made her hips grind against his palm, and at the same time, she felt his rock hard erection pressing on her bottom.

 With his every move she wanted more, and suddenly she knew what that 'more' is.

Liz got up and tugged Max's shorts down. He propped himself up, making it easy for her to pull them down, and at the same time, release his erection from the confinement of his underwear.

Liz straddled Max and lowered herself on him while holding firmly onto his shoulders.

The feeling of the smooth entrance made both of them close their eyes and absolutely enjoy the experience.

Their unintelligible sounds mixed when he got all the way in.

If not for the slight swaying of the boat, everything would be completely still for a moment.

Her hips moved on an instinct. She was not sure what to do, or how to do it because last night Max was on top every time, but his expression told her that she is doing the right thing. And her body told her the same as well.

The feeling of Max inside her was amazing. And the sparks which flared at every move of her hips were mind-blowing.

Max's hands grabbed her hips and guided her to move in slightly circular movements. Three thrusts later, the motions of Liz's hips were just right, and Max's hands resumed caressing her body.

Liz moaned and gasped and wanted to move faster, but she found that the closer she is to her o.r.g.a.s.m, the more difficult is to move. Her legs are shaking, and she is losing control of her body.

Max understood the challenge she is facing. His hands moved to Liz's b.u.t.tocks, holding her firmly a few inches above him.

"Look at me, love…", Max demanded breathlessly.

Liz's eyes met Max's scorching ones and her mouth was open in a soundless scream when he started fiercely pounding himself inside her from below. And she was back to gripping his shoulders.

With every sound of flesh hitting flesh, the pressure inside her core swelled and sparks shot to every part of her body.

Liz m.u.f.fled her cries in Max's neck as her body trembled on top of him.

Max stopped moving for three breaths. At the fourth one, Liz found herself lying on the sofa with Max on top of her.

Max kissed her greedily and her eyes sprang open when his hips moved again.

Liz didn't expect that she is so sensitive. How is it possible that her o.r.g.a.s.m is only a few breaths away? Her eyes rolled back in her head when she realized that this one is building up on top of the previous one and it's crashing her insides in ecstatic waves.

"Let's do this together…" Max breathed close to her ear before increasing his pace and slamming himself deeply inside her, hitting some mysterious spot that pushed her into overdrive.

Liz's toes curled involuntarily and her cry to the heavens covered his grunts as they climaxed at the same time.

Max inched away to pull out and Liz's legs clammed him in place.

"Don't…", she breathed. "I want us to stay like this longer."

In response, Max went back in and twitched as the tail of his release caught him unprepared when he entered her fully again.

Liz wanted to savor the feeling of him throbbing inside her and she loves that she can satisfy him. It is a powerful, almost liberating experience.

Max rested his forehead on Liz's shoulder as his body arched above her.

Liz inhaled Max's masculine scent mixed with the ocean and sweat and she marveled at how it's all natural. This position, the two of them, him inside her, feels natural.

When Liz woke up that morning, she thought that she will be embarra.s.sed by this intimacy, and that it will be awkward, but now she realized that it's not. Why would it be embarra.s.sing? Both of them are enjoying and it's consensual. There is no room for shame.

"You called me 'love'", Liz said after some time.

She remembers that he called her 'love' in Hawaii, but he was sleeping, and she is quite confident that he does not remember it. This time, she wanted to confirm.

"That is what you are.", Max responded and lifted his head while his blue eyes searched for her dark ones. "Liz, I know it sounds cheesy, but it's the truth. You are my love."

Liz smiled. "And you are mine."

In the next moment, Liz's eyebrows twitched, and she glanced down toward their connected hips. "Are you…?"

"Getting aroused? Yes." Max finished her question and answered it.

Liz pulled Max's almost dry t-shirt over his head and her gaze lingered on his perfect abs and pecs before she looked Max in the eyes and smiled.

Her palms moved impatiently over his muscular back while she spoke: "You are turning me into a l.u.s.tful woman, Mr. Anderson."

"I am determined to fulfill your every need and want, Miss Williams. l.u.s.tful ones included."

Liz closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his lips on her neck, and his palms gliding over her body, and him sliding in and out of her, and it was wonderful.

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