Part 39A **************** “M I C, K E Y, M O U S E....” Liz hummed the little ditty to herself, her eyes wide as she took in the surroundings. She had the sudden urge to stick her head out of the window to let her hair fly in the wind. “Excited, huh?” Max looked over to Liz, his eyes turning back towards the road, but not without giving Liz one of his patented half smiles. She tugged on her seatbelt to give her a little leeway as she turned to face Max. “Excitement isn’t even a strong enough word.” She looked in the back seat, finding Noah with his face glued to the window. “Momma, I think I see it!” He pressed his finger against the glass, imploring his mother to look in the direction of the theme park. Liz clapped her hands together, jumping up and down in her seat. “Disneyland, here we come!” ***************** The family of four stood outside of the main entrance, staring at the Mickey Ears embedded in the grass. Max kissed the top of Liz’s head, smiling as he watched her obvious amazement at the place. “Are we just going to stand here all day, or are we gonna go inside?” Noah tugged on Liz’s hand, leading her towards Main St. USA. “Wow! Look over there! It’s Buzz Lightyear. He’s signing autographs.” He turned his bottom lip up, pleading with Liz. “Can we go get one?” Liz looked to Max who only nodded. He let them rush forward, while he took his time pushing Leah’s stroller. He stopped by the little crowd, pulling out his camera. When it was Liz and Noah’s turn, he ushered them together, wanting to get a picture. After taking the picture, Noah held out his little autograph book. “Thanks mister Lightyear.” Buzz just waved, unable to say anything. He gave Noah a pat on the head before the other kids pushed their way through the line. Liz sidled up to Max, unable to keep the grin from her face. “This is just too cool.” She peered down at the map in Max’s hand, trying to see where they could go first. “Where should we go first?” “Anywhere’s good.” Max took Leah out of her stroller, his large hand encompassing her back as he held her to his chest. “But we just have to make sure that we get some good seats for the parade.” He grinned. “Sounds good to me.” Liz looked down at the map again, feeling overwhelmed at the size of the place. She looked towards Noah, smiling. “Where do you wanna go first precious?” His eyes were drawn to the rocket ships from tomorrow land. He pointed towards it, dragging Liz with him. “I wanna go there!” ****************** After getting off of Space Mountain, Liz held her hand to her chest to keep her heart from leaping out. She held Noah’s hand tightly, as they moved past swarms of people. She couldn’t remember having so much fun. “That was sooooo cool.” “It was fun, wasn’t it?” They skipped the rest of the way to where they had left Max and Leah. Upon seeing them, Liz began feeling guilty. She and Noah had been gallivanting around the park while Max got stuck behind watching Leah. “You guys have fun?” The excitement in his voice was palpable. Liz slipped onto the bench beside him, her head resting on his shoulder. “Yeah.” Max frowned, his lips nuzzling Liz’s temple. “That doesn’t sound too convincing. We’re at the happiest place on earth and all you can muster up is a, ‘yeah’?” He teased. “No, we’re having a great time,” She sat up, her hand resting on Max’s thigh. “Why don’t you and Noah go on the next ride together? I’ll stay here and- Shaking his head, Max tilted Liz‘s chin up to meet his gaze. “Not happening.” He kissed her forehead as he brushed her hair behind her ears. “I’ve done this all before. You and Noah go and have a great time.” He rubbed her arm reassuringly. “Leah and I will be just fine.” Liz looked at him skeptically, her guilt eating her up. She hated that Max was just sitting with Leah the whole time while she had the time of her life. “But- He placed his finger against her lips to keep her from protesting. “Don’t worry about us. You and Noah go on all of the rides before the lines get out of hand. Then just before lunch, we’ll stop by and watch the parade.” Still unconvinced, Liz refused to get up from the bench. “But you haven’t gone on any of the rides.” Max winked at her. “Believe me, when we get to Fantasyland, the four of us will be going on rides together.” Standing up, Liz tucked Noah’s hand into hers. “What are you gonna do while we’re gone?” Slipping his backpack over his shoulders, Max gripped the handle bars of Leah’s stroller. “We’re going shopping.” He leaned down, tickling her under the chin where he knew she liked. “Ain’t that right, puddin’? We’re gonna get you the biggest Mickey Mouse stuffed toy this joint has to offer.” Slack-jawed, Liz looked at her husband in disbelief. “Where would you put it?” Max just laughed. “Okay, so maybe we’ll just settle for one of each toy. You like that sweetheart?” Leah gurgled, latching onto Max’s extended finger. “You two have fun.” He gave Liz a quick peck, his hand reaching down to ruffle Noah’s hair. “You be good for your mother.” “I will dad.” Noah held his hand out to Liz. “Ready, momma?” Liz let herself be led off, waving and blowing a kiss towards Max and Leah. Max took Leah into his arms, pushing her stroller into one of the many gift shops. “Ready to the paint this town red, little lady?” TBC Part 39B ****************** “Don’t you look beautiful?” Max adjusted the Mickey ears to Leah’s head, holding her up to the mirror. He whispered in her ear, as he perched her higher up on his chest. He tickled her tummy, joining in at the musical sound of her laughter. A sales clerk walked up behind them, wearing a smile at the picture father and daughter made. “Those are real popular around here.” She pointed to the big, white, stuffed, Mickey gloves. “And those too.” She clasped her hands together, hoping to coerce the doting father into spending a few bucks at the gift shop. “Is there anything else I could help you with?” Max grinned, as he maneuvered Leah’s stroller out of the way. “Actually, I think you can. You guys wouldn’t happen to have any Mickey ears in a bigger size would you?” “Of course, we do.” The clerk eyed the top of Max’s head, while tapping the tip of her finger against her bottom lip. “You look like you’re going to be a large.” Laughing, Max shook his head. “Oh, no. It isn’t for me. It’s for my wife. I was going to get one for her and the kids.” The clerk just smiled politely, telling Max what a great idea it was. She excused herself to go in the back to get some more ears. She grabbed a medium, but on her way out, she grabbed a large, just in case. “Here you go, sir.” Max held out his free hand, frowning when he saw that she had brought him two ears instead of one. “Oh, I just asked for one.” The clerk just winked before leaving. Heaving a sigh, Max was about to return the extra set of ears when he shrugged. What would it hurt to get another set of ears? In any case, he could always offer it to Alex when they got home. He was sure that his brother-in-law would be able to make use of it. ******************** Liz and Noah stood by the little booth, waiting for the pictures to show up on one of the tv screens. They had just gotten off of Splash Mountain and were soaking wet. Not to mention that Briar Rabbit’s voice singing “Zippe di doo dah,” was playing over and over again in their heads. “Look, momma! There we are.” Noah pointed to the picture of the two of them in the log car, both of their mouths open wide as they screamed their lungs out. It was a laughable sight, and that’s exactly what they did. “Can we get a copy? Please, momma?” Noah begged, as he jumped up and down. “Please? So we can show it to Leah and dad since they didn’t get to go on?” Liz had never been able to say no to her little man. And besides, it was a good way to remember Splash Mountain, if not for the addicting song, anyway. After they had retrieved the picture and placed it in a plastic bag, Liz reached for Noah’s hand. “C’mon sweetie. We have to go meet your dad to watch the parade.” Noah rubbed his stomach. “I’m hungry, momma.” As if in confirmation of his statement, his stomach growled. Liz bit her lip in indecision. She didn’t want to buy him something now before they ate lunch. He was bound to lose his appetite. But she couldn’t let him go hungry either. She saw a guy with a cart, selling pretzels, churros, and soda. She knew that feeding Noah junk food wasn’t the brightest idea in the world, but how many times were they going to be able to go Disneyland? Liz walked up to the guy, buying a pretzel for herself, and a churro for Noah. She held onto the souvenir cup as they walked past throngs of people who were snagging a spot for the parade. “Come on, honey. We need to get a move on.” Noah nodded, his cheek covered in sugar as he tried to keep pace with his mother. Liz took a big bite out of her pretzel, chewing as she spoke. “Oh, and you better eat all of that. Dad’s not going to be too happy that you’re eating junk before lunch.” Licking his lips, Noah took another bite out of his churro. “This isn’t junk. It’s a churro,” he answered matter-of-factly. He gave Liz a toothy grin. “And it’s good too.” Muttering under her breath, Liz just chuckled. “I have to be the best mom. All of his teeth will fall out from all of this sugar.” They finally squeezed through the crowd, finding Max and Leah sitting on the sidewalk. Max held a bowl of ice cream in his hands, indulging himself. He grinned at his daughter secretly, bringing the plastic spoon up to her lips for a taste. “Ahem!” Liz stooped down next to Max, raising her eyebrow at the ice cream in his hands. “Liz!” He squeaked. He almost dropped the bowl in surprise. “I thought you said we were having lunch after the parade?” she teased. Max felt guilty, but his eyes narrowed as Noah hovered over his little sister. “Noah, come here.” Noah was in the process of showing his sister the picture from Splash Mountain, but stopped at his father’s request. Max took Noah’s face in his hands, bringing his nose close to Noah’s mouth. He inhaled Noah’s breath, his eyes gleaming with victory. “You guys ate churros!” “Cool!” Noah smiled. “How did you know that?” Liz looked at her husband incredulously, smiling despite herself. “You knew that just by smelling his breath?” “Nah,” He brought his arm around Liz’s shoulder so that she was snuggled up into his side. “I saw the crumbs on his cheek.” “Oh, so you’re telling me that you can name snack foods just by looking at their crumbs?” He shook his head, swooping down to his her lips. He broke away slowly, but only enough so that his lips would still brush against hers while he spoke. “It’s more of a sight, smell, and taste kind of thing.” Liz licked her lips, her eyes glowing with amusement. “Well since you’ve managed to smell and see, how about I give you another taste test to let you figure out what I ate?” she goaded, playfully. Max swallowed hard, but before he could kiss Liz again, a loud booming voice came through the loud speakers, announcing that the parade was about to begin. He exhaled loudly, his head leaning against Liz’s before Noah squeezed his way between them. “Look, it’s Pocahontas!” Noah grinned from ear to ear as she waved at him. He waved back, his smile reduced to a shy smile when she blew him a kiss. Nudging his side, Max teased his son lightly. “You think she’s pretty, little man?” “Not as pretty as momma,” he answered truthfully. Liz met Max’s eyes over Noah’s head, laughing as she whispered in his ear. “How much money did you slip him?” Not able to resist touching his lips to her skin, Max kissed her cheek. “What can I say? Like father, like son.” Liz turned her attention back to the parade, but her attention was half shot after that compliment. ***************** The parade went on, much to the delight of Liz and Noah. They had particularly enjoyed the characters from the lion king, as they climbed up on their little poles. Max had whipped out the camcorder, intending to film the parade, but ended up spending most of his time filming Noah and Liz. Catching their reaction on tape was so much better than taping the parade. After the crowds had cleared, the four of them gathered to the side. “Where to next?” Noah pointed to the little food stand across the way. “I’m still hungry.” Liz held the map open, internally planning. “How about we stop by and eat, then we go to Fantasyland together to go on some rides?” She flipped the map over, reading the times for the Fantasmic show. “And later tonight, we can watch Fantasmic.” “Sounds like a plan.” Max tucked Leah back into her stroller, letting Liz and Noah walk ahead of him. The day wasn’t even half over, and Disneyland was certainly living up to it’s reputation. TBC Part 39C **************** After stuffing themselves at the Bengal Barbeque, Liz pointed them in the direction of Fantasyland. “Let’s go on some rides together!” **************** “It’s a world of laughter, a world of tears, it’s a world of hope, and a world of fears, there’s so much that we share, that it’s time we’re aware, it’s a small world after all. It’s a small world after all..........” Liz watched wide eyed at the little dolls representing other countries, singing and dancing. In her entire existence, she had never witnessed anything like this before. She turned her head to look at Max, only to be worried by the expression on his face. “Honey, are you okay?” She touched her hand to his thigh, her brows crinkled in concern at the grim look on his face. As time ticked by, his face lost more color, the paleness settling in. Gulping past the icky feeling in his throat, Max nodded slowly. He looked into Liz’s eyes, forcing a smile on his lips to reassure her. “Yeah....” His voice trailed off as he tipped his head towards the singing attractions. “This ride kinda gives me the heebie jeebies.” Liz turned her head to the innocent looking dolls, dancing and singing. For the life of her, she couldn’t figure out why her big, strong husband was getting the heebie jeebies, as he so eloquently put it. “It’s a small world after all....” She rubbed his thigh soothingly, keeping one eye on Max, and the other on the dolls as the little boat circled the underwater track. ****************** Once they had exited the ride, Liz cornered Max, her eyes filled with slight worry. “What was that about?” With his normal coloring returning rapidly, Max smiled sheepishly. “Haven’t you ever seen those Chucky movies?” “Chucky movies?” She repeated. She wasn’t understanding where this conversation was heading. Max steered his family to another line, trying to keep his composure as he tried to explain. In the bright sunlight, his fears were unfounded and frankly, it sounded quite ridiculous to his own ears. “You’ve never seen a Chucky movie? You know, the cute looking doll that turns all physco when you turn your back?” Liz’s eyes widened with comprehension and she had to stifle a giggle behind her hand. “I didn’t know you were scared of dolls.” Finding the situation more humorous by the second, he pointed his thumb in the direction of the ride. “You have obviously not seen the original Chucky. That doll started out looking all cute and friendly, and the next thing you know,” He clapped his hands together, causing a racket. “You’ve got a bonafide horror movie on your hands.” She linked their hands together, resting her cheek against his shoulder. “If it scared you that much, then why did you insist that we get on it?” Inhaling her strawberry scented shampoo, he nuzzled the top of her head with his cheek. “Because I knew that you would think it was cute. And besides, you can’t come to Disneyland without riding It’s a Small World.” He winked. “It’s like some unwritten rule.” The look of love on Liz’s face was nowhere near close to fading anytime soon. The fact that he had sat through a ride that he thought was excruciatingly scary for him, all because he knew that it was something that she would enjoy, reminded her of how she had lucked out with him loving her and wanting to spend the rest of his life with her. Not that she had ever really forgotten. His unconscious actions of making her happy at all costs proved to her that their love was for real. It was tangible, shimmering around them, crackling in the air that they breathed. He proved it to her over and over again with the way that he treated her, with the way that he loved his son, and the way he showered their daughter with his undivided affection. She breathed deeply, hoping that she could come close to returning the favor. ******************* As the family of four flew through the night sky, Liz gushed at the beauty of it all. “This is incredible.” With her mouth agape, she studied the almost realistic adaptation of the sky littered with stars. “I can’t believe the intricate detail.” She didn’t bother to hide her amazement at a children’s ride. “And to think that this is a kiddie ride.” Noah pouted beside her. “I don’t want to be on a kiddie ride,” he whined. In all honesty, he was didn’t mind the ride so much. But he was still a child after all. The minute anyone hinted that he wasn’t a big kid was a slight hit to his ego. Max reached his arm around Liz’s shoulder to pat his son on the back. “This is not a kiddie ride.” He sneaked a secret smile to Liz. “Your momma and I are on it, aren’t we? And we certainly aren’t kids.” Seemingly satisfied with his father’s answer, Noah resumed enjoying the ride. Max bent his head so that he could whisper in Liz’s ear. “The intricate detail is for the big kids like us.” He smiled as he took in his surroundings. How fitting that they were on the Peter Pan Ride - the boy who never wanted to grow up. He dipped his head, to taste Liz’s enticing lips. He pulled back, his eyes closed as a smile played on his lips. “Pretzel.” Dazed from the kiss she had just received, Liz’s head felt like mush. “Huh?” He bumped their heads together, laughing as he spoke. “You ate a pretzel earlier.” Liz’s hand flew to her mouth, thinking that she had stanky breath, but Max just pulled her hand away, swooping down to take her lips in another sound kiss to prove to her that her breath was not an issue. He hugged her close, slipping a candy bar in Noah’s waiting hand. *********************** As Liz secured the family’s spot for Fantasmic, her eyes narrowed as she caught Noah indulging himself with a candy bar. “Where did you get that candy bar, sweetie?” Noah licked at the caramel glued to his upper lip. “Dad gave it to me.” Liz frowned, wondering why Max would give Noah a candy bar right before they ate. Taking a wet nap from her purse, she began wiping down his face clean of the chocolate. “Your dad is in big trouble.” She took the chocolate from him, putting it aside. “You’re ruining your appetite,” she lectured. “I don’t know what your dad was thinking, giving you candy while he’s buying food.” Noah’s eyes were trained on the candy that his mother was presently setting aside. He sighed, resting his hand on his palm. “He gave it to me earlier.” He explained, not wanting his dad to get into too much trouble. At his explanation, Liz’s eyebrows quirked in curiosity. “Oh really? What was it for?” Growing tired of the conversation, Noah dangled a toy over Leah’s head, smiling when she swatted at it with her tiny fist, the sound of her baby laughs sounding around them. “He said that he would give me candy if I told him what you ate earlier.” He went back to playing with his sister when Liz didn’t say anything more. Liz folded her arms over her chest, a smug smile on her lips as she watched Max approach them. TBC Part 39D Rated: NC-17 ******************* “You guys hungry? Because I think I bought out the whole place,” Max joked. His smile died midway when he saw the feral grin on his wife’s face. He immediately felt a tightening in his groin, his stomach clenching as heat flushed through his system. He had to tamp down on his emotions, knowing that now was neither the time or the place to be having sexual thoughts about his beautiful wife. Liz took a hotdog from Max’s overflowing hands, her eyes raking slowly over his rigid form. She made sure that he knew exactly where she was looking and which parts of his body she was playing close attention to. She almost lost her cool, tempted to burst out laughing at the sound of his groan, but she just bit the inside of her cheek, continuing her open appraisal of his body. “I’m hungry. Really hungry.” She licked her lips, tearing open a ketchup packet and pouring it over her hotdog liberally. She brought the bun to her lips, knowing very well that Max’s eyes were trained on her lips, watching her every move. She met his eyes, hers glowing with a sexy smile before biting down hard on the hotdog. “Mmm....tastes even better than it looks.” Stifling another groan, Max sank down heavily on the pavement, trying to get his breath back. Who knew that eating a hotdog could be so sensual? But then again, getting surprised when it came to his wife was time wasted. She always managed to make anything sexual if she wanted to. Food was just something they often used - on many occasions. Whether it was him who initiated it, or her, it was always mind blowing. He still remembered the fruit roll up deal, and to this day, the thought of fruit roll ups made him instantly hard. He had to switch to buying Noah pudding instead, something Noah often voiced his dislike to. The fruit roll ups were kept in the master bedroom, hidden in the bottom drawer. Liz brushed by Max, deliberately letting her long hair tickle his exposed arm. She knew how turned on he got when hair would cascade over their naked bodies when they made love. She smiled sweetly at his tortured expression, grabbing another hotdog from his trembling hands. The poor guy looked ready to pass out, but she wanted to get even with him. Liz Evans was not a woman willing to let the wool be pulled over her eyes, even it was by her loving Adonis. She turned her attention to Noah, beckoning him to her with a hotdog. “It’s time to eat, honey.” Noah made a face, his hands rubbing over his stomach. “My tummy doesn’t feel so good, momma.” He grimaced as he continued to feel ill. Shaking her head, Liz cuddled Noah into her arms. “Oh honey, I’m sorry to hear that, but you know that eating too much candy right before dinner upsets your tummy.” Upon hearing the reason behind his son’s upset stomach, Max instantly felt guilty, the tips of his ears turning a light shade of red. He chanced a look at Liz to see if she was shooting him any death stares, but his heart shot straight to his throat at what he actually did see. Liz was holding Noah in her arms, rocking him gently back and forth as she whispered reassuring nothings in his ear. She brushed his fluffy blond hair off of his forehead, her lips touching his skin lightly as she soothed him the only way a mother could. He could barely believe that the caring and loving mother he saw in Liz was the same seductive temptress showing him no mercy before. With a bat of her eyelashes, Liz could jump from role to role. Whatever they role they needed her to play, she did it. Max swallowed hard as he watched his son fall asleep in his mother’s arms. It didn’t matter how many times he had been privileged to that scene, but it always hit him deep in his gut. He could feel his eyes misting up at how beautiful they looked together. Even though they were complete polar opposites physically, there was no doubt in his mind that they were meant to be - their whole family was. ************** Exhausted, both parents each carried a child in their arms as they trudged down the hall to their suite. It had been a long and gloriously fun day, that by the time they had gotten into their rent-a-car, the kids were clonked out like boxers who had just lost a match. Max pressed his palm into Noah’s back to keep him from sliding down his chest as he pushed the electronic keycard into the lock, breathing a sigh of relief when the door fell open. He stepped aside to let Liz inside first, then swiftly followed her in. Walking behind her, he followed her into the kid’s room, gently placing Noah in the middle of the bed. He reached into the open suitcase sprawled on the floor, grabbing a pair of pajamas to dress his son into. He sat on the bed, careful not to wake Noah as he changed him, but he doubted that Noah would wake up anyway. He was wiped out and that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. As he slipped Noah’s arms through the sleeves, he had a fleeting sense of deja vu. It seemed just like yesterday that he was still changing Noah’s diapers. Now Noah dressed himself and every time his spoke, his words came out clearer, the jumbled words disappearing from his vocabulary. Sighing, he stood up, standing behind Liz as she placed Leah in her basinet. He smiled, happy that Leah’s shoes could still fit in the palm of his hand. She was so tiny that sometimes he worried that he would break her. But he knew that she would be as strong as her mother, even though she would be just as petite. “Ready to go to bed?” Liz whispered. Max nodded, his arms wrapping around her waist as he dropped a kiss on her shoulder. He squeezed his hands over her hips before leading her into their bedroom. Suddenly alone, Max felt a lump form in his throat, his palms sweating. The thought that the kids were deep in the land of nod made his mind whirl with possibilities. All of which did not include sleep. He cast a look at Liz who wore that hungry expression in her eyes, the one where it looked like she wanted to devour him alive. The sad thing was, he was more than willing, but he stomped down on his wants. Instead, he offered her the bathroom. “You can shower first.” He barely got the words out of his mouth before he ushered her into the bathroom with her bag. He closed the door behind her, leaning heavily against it. He wanted nothing more than to make love to his wife - to Liz. It had been too long since they had been intimate, but it was still so soon after her attack. His jaw clenched tightly, his hands balling up into fists as he thought about the bastard that took advantage of his beautiful Liz. He shook his head, trying to rid them of thoughts about the guy. He had promised himself that he wasn’t going to look back, and he certainly wasn’t going to waste any time thinking about him. The guy wasn’t worth the time of day, and he wasn’t going to let him win. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he blew out a breath, stripping to his boxers as he waited for his turn in the shower. He scooted backwards until he was sitting against the headboard, his hands clasping together just below his navel. He closed his eyes, taking deep and even breaths, hoping that it would steer his mind into safer territory. *************** Inside the shower, Liz scrubbed herself down, muttering to herself incoherently. She knew that Max wanted her. The look in his eyes told her so, and if she needed further proof, the bulge in his pants was a big tip of. Which is why she was cursing under her breath, alone in the shower. Did she mention the fact that she was alone, while her gorgeous husband was in the other room? Now there was something definitely wrong with that. Stepping out from under the spray, she grabbed an oversized towel, wrapping it around herself. Her thoughts waged war in her head, two sides fighting against each other till the bitter end. A part of her wanted to ravage her husband until he felt as boneless as he made her feel. The other part of her - Oh screw it! Who was she trying to kid? The other part of her wanted the same thing. She wanted to make love to her husband until they fell into an exhausted sleep. But knowing Max, he was probably playing the role of the martyr. He was holding himself in check just to save her some time, to make sure that she was fine. But she was. She was fine and dandy, thank you very much. She didn’t need her husband to walk on eggshells around her. She was ready. And she was willing. And crap, she was more than capable. Storming out of the bathroom without bothering to put her clothes on, Liz jumped onto the bed, making herself comfortable in Max’s lap. Max’s eyes flew open when he heard the door to the bathroom open suddenly. But what he saw sitting in his lap, was something he wasn’t prepared for. Liz was soaking wet, droplets of water dripping from her hair, rolling down her supple skin. He looked up to meet her fiery gaze, knowing that she would not stop until she got what she wanted. He opened his mouth to speak, but any words he was about to say were lost in the abyss of her lips, her tongue lashing out at his to prevent him from saying another word. Unable to form any coherent thoughts, Max’s head thumped against the head board, his hands hovering around her waist. He wanted so much to rear up into her spread legs, but there was a nagging thought in the back of his head. He knew that he couldn’t go through with this if she wasn’t ready. Because if she wasn’t, he would never forgive himself for not being able to control himself. Feeling his hesitation, Liz sat back, her hand reaching up to cup his cheek. She could feel the stubble growing in, the short hairs tickling her palm lightly. “Stop doing this.” He turned his face, puckering his lips to kiss her hand on his face. “Stop doing what?” She pushed against his chest with her hands. “You know what I’m talking about. You need to stop treating me like porcelain doll. I’m not going to break if you touch me.” His eyes raked down her body, taking in her features. Pregnancy had changed her body for the better. She was still petite, but she developed curves in all of the right places, her body filling out. He met her eyes again, holding her hand. “I know that,” he whispered. “I just don’t want you to feel like I’m pressuring you. I can wait,” he said earnestly. “I’ve waited for you before, and I’d be glad to do it again.” Bring his hand to her lips, she kissed each of his fingers. She shook her head, bringing his hand to cup her breast. She ground down on his lap, biting her lip to keep herself from flying over the edge. “But I can’t wait.” Without taking her eyes off of him, she untied the towel from the top of her breasts, letting it fall down to her waist. Tossing it aside, she let him feast on the sight of her body for a second longer before scooting down his legs and taking his boxers off. His shorts followed the same graceful fall of her towel, finding a new home on the floor somewhere. Bending down, Liz took Max in her hands, glorying in the way he hardened at her touch, his flesh growinng thicker with each passing stroke. Moving closer to him, she couldn’t resist rubbing her cheek against the warmth of his shaft. Hearing him moan caused an answering wetness between her legs, an ache begging to be filled by him and only him. She moved astride him, stopping just before the tip of his penis touched her wet folds. “Tell me you want this too, Max. Tell me that you want me,” she rasped between ragged breaths. Feeling a drop of her liquid heat raining down on his aching flesh caused him to grimace. Rearing up so that the mushroom like head slid over her slick flesh for a fraction of a second, he groaned his response. “GOD YES! I want you, Liz, I want this.” As the words made it’s way past his granite like jaw, Liz sank down on him, the only sounds in the room besides their harsh breathing was his hard flesh sinking into her dripping core. Their identical groans of pleasure echoed quietly in the room, both of them not daring to move just yet. The magic of being together like this - of being one rippled through their veins, making them feel alive - making them feel whole. This is what home was. It’s where they belonged. Opening his eyes to half mast, Max claimed Liz’s mouth in a kiss of promise. A promise that sealed their fate together forever, because the two of them were forever. Sitting back, he squeezed her hips one last time. The significance of his move was not lost on her. She knew that he was giving her the reigns, letting her take control. He wanted her to get that back, because it was carelessly almost taken away from her. He wanted her to take back her life starting now. She raised herself up until only the tip of him was inside her before lowering herself agonizingly slow. She loved the play of emotions on his face, especially when she rose up, her walls squeezing him tightly, seemingly unwilling to let him free from the confines of her burning cavern. As promised with his eyes, he let her do all the work, letting her control the pace even as the cords in his neck begged her to go faster. Unfisting his hands from the sheets beneath them, she brought them up to her breasts, her mouth raining kisses on his chest. Sweat glistened over their undulating bodies, the sound of slick flesh slapping together loudly. Resting her forehead against his, Liz gulped air into her tight chest, unable to regain any sort of breathing pattern while his fingers expertly tugged at her stiff nipples. As much as she liked the dual torture, this slow and steady crap was killing her. The next time she rose up on her knees, she sank back down on his cock eagerly, her pace picking up speed, matching the sounds of his harsh breaths. Bending his head, Max took a nipple into his mouth, lapping it up with his tongue before opening his mouth to take in as much of her as he could. Whimpering, Liz rocked against him harder despite her burning thighs. She held his head tightly to her chest with her left hand, keeping him in place. With her right hand, she made a circle with her thumb and forefinger, bringing it to the base of his shaft. She wrapped it around the part that wouldn’t fit inside her, her fingers matching the pace of her hips. The added pleasure of her hand teasing the base of his cock caught him off guard, his teeth sinking into her nipple. Liz almost reached her zenith, her fingers digging deeper into his scalp to urge him on to continue his ministrations against her breasts. She was so close and she knew he was to. They only needed a little push. Tightening the ring over the base of his cock, her fingers started flying up and down, inadvertently hitting her clit in the process. It was all she needed to topple over the edge, bringing him tumbling over with her, his seed spilling inside her violently as he continued to pump in and out of her body. Warmth spread through her belly, swimming through her veins as she continued to fly. She held him close, feeling the tremors continue to wrack his body. They held each other tightly, riding out the final wave of their pinnacle, words of endearments and promises of love whispered between soft kisses. TBC