"Come sit down," she motioned him to the couch. He sat. He assumed she would sit next to him but instead straddled his hips and comfortably set herself on his lap. He squirmed with discomfort. He was still wearing jeans and, well, he just wasn't very comfortable in the confining denim.

It was like she had read his mind, because the first thing she did was pop the button on his jeans and undo the zipper. As he already wore them hanging so low, he had enough room to get comfortable. She leaned into him, but instead of heading for his lips like he had assumed she would, she rested her lips against his neck, right below his jaw. She kissed and sucked her way down his neck as she slowly undid the buttons of his shirt, revealing his bare chest. Her nails raked their way down his torso while her mouth moved back up and latched on to his earlobe. She sucked in hard. He knew he had let out an audible gasp and before he could get control again she began slowly writhing her hips against his. He was sure he was moaning now and could feel the smile that flashed across her face as she finally brought her lips down on his own.

It was a kiss so similar to last time and he felt power and intensity flow from her to him and was able to regain control for a moment. He brought his hands to her shoulders and slowly pushed her backward. The look on her face was one of incredulity. One eyebrow was raised as though daring him to try and stop. She had been pushing him to the edge too quickly, he was going to savor this if it killed him. Although he could guess by the way she handled herself that her libido was impressive and if he was up it they could handle far more than one round tonight.

He stood and grabbed her hand, pulling her toward his bedroom. No way was he doing this with someone so important to him on a couch. Nope, he was going to do this right. He kissed her slowly while backing her up toward his big bed. When she felt it bump into the back of her knees she stopped. She was still kissing him, but refused to lie back on the bed. He felt frustrated, any normal girl would have jumped onto the bed of their own accord, even if they hadn't, Danny pushing his body into theirs would always result on them being forced back onto the bed. But Max was different. Her strength matched his and she was stubborn and putting up a good fight. There was no way he could force her to do it. He could feel every muscle of her body that was pushed up against him was flexed anticipating his next move. He was sure she felt he was going to push her onto the bed and her reaction told him that would be a bad decision. It made him a bit sad that she didn't trust him more, but to be fair they had never done this before so she had no reason to.

He pulled back from the kiss and put his lips right next to her ear. "Will you please get on the bed?" he whispered quietly. For a moment he thought she might leave, but her body finally relaxed, she gave him a playfully dirty look, and walked around the bedpost to sit lightly on the edge of the bed.

His pants were still undone from earlier and he finally let them fall to the ground. She smiled triumphantly at the sight of his boxers raised in the front by his erection. He knew she liked having power and she clearly knew she was holding it all in this situation. He moved to the bedside and she scooted up resting her head on the pillows. He finally leaned over her, connecting her lips with his own. 'Intense' was once again the first thought that entered Danny's mind. It was like that kiss could overtake all of his senses so he couldn't notice anything else going on around him.

He realized quickly that this was not true as she placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed his shirt back off his arms before throwing it to the side. He shivered at the contact and felt her smile into the kiss. He wasn't going to let her have all the fun. Balancing himself more steadily on his knees he let his hands wander down towards the boxer shorts of his she was wearing and shuffled them down her long muscular legs. Her little boy-short knickers were teasing him but as he let his fingers trace along the top edge getting ready to move them down, Max grabbed both his hands. He wasn't quite sure how she managed it but she flipped him over and straddled his hips as she had done in the living room. She began the same motion she had on the couch, slowly, rhythmically, kneading her hips into his. He groaned out loud, it was actually painful for him to be this hard, but it was one of the most pleasurable types of pain he had ever experienced.

His eyes were closed but he felt her lean forward and whisper, "Come on, you can hold out longer than this."

Her breath on his ear was drawing him closer, he couldn't believe the effect she was having without even touching him. But he chose to accept her challenge and focus on staying in the game as long as possible.

"Good boy," she muttered in his ear. He was amazed at her ability to tell that he was trying to hold off. "For trying so hard you get a prize." His eyes opened, his attention focused on her so intently that a bomb could have gone off and he probably wouldn't have noticed. She slid to the side of the bed and eased her knickers off slowly, teasingly all the way down then kicked them off to the floor. She was still wearing her sports bra but he somehow knew that wouldn't be coming off.

She straddled him again, fingertips playing with the top of his boxers, toying with his concentration. He couldn't help but tip his hips up hoping that she would pull them down and release him from the confines of the fabric. She complied. She smiled taking in his body as he lay in front of her, his hands currently grasping the bedclothes to keep himself there with her.

Her fingers played across his thighs and eventually grazed the shaft that was currently causing him both his discomfort and remarkable pleasure. Gasping moans came from him again, he couldn't hold out much longer and she seemed to finally realize it.

"I can tell you're trying for me," she whispered again. "But why don't we make a little more interesting."

He sat up to flip her over so that he would be on top, but she pushed him back down. "No, no, no," her hot breath played across his face now and she bent to kiss his lips powerfully. "I'm in charge."

She lifted herself higher than she had been doing up until this point and slowly lowered herself onto him. She was so tight his eyes were practically rolling back in his head. His hands immediately grabbed her bottom and her hands came down swiftly on his chest. She moved up and down, slowly at first but gained momentum, causing Danny to moan loudly. He felt so surrounded by her. He had never been with someone as powerful and commanding as Max before and it was proving to be one of the most intense experiences ever. It wasn't passionate so much as it was simply powerful. He could feel every motion of her toned muscles as she tightened around him.

There was no way he could hold off any longer, "Max," his voice came out raspy. "I can't. I tried…"

She bent over and stroked his curls, "you did great, Love. Now enjoy it."

And he did. So much in fact he was sure his neighbors heard the whole thing. What was so amazing was how long his release seemed to last. He was in complete ecstasy for what seemed like forever. She rode it out with him and as he collapsed beneath her she kissed him gently on the lips again before letting him slip out. He lay panting on his back as she found her knickers on the floor and slipped them back on. She climbed back in bed next to him and stretched out comfortably.

He was in shock. He had never been with a women like that before. She had been so confident, never questioning herself. She had moved and touched and spoken at exactly the right moments. It was like she could see into him so deeply she knew exactly where to be at the exact right time. He had thought he would be able to make it through several rounds with her, but there was no way. He was exhausted, he thought because his orgasm had lasted so long. How had she managed that? That was a secret he needed to learn.

He felt that she was in the bed next to him and leaned toward her. "You are amazing," he whispered.

"I know," she stated back. She was still smiling at him.

He kissed her shoulder once before turning back and falling asleep.

*******

I hadn't quite reached my climax, but then I hadn't really expected too. I'm just not as sensitive as most women are. It could be a genetic thing, or it could be a commitment issue thing, or it could even be that I've done some much hard training, I just don't feel things like others do. I'm not really sure what it is, but I stopped letting it bother me a long time ago. Besides, Danny was used to women who couldn't wait to be with him. The mere idea of him could probably make them come, so I bet he had a lot less work to do on a normal basis than he realizes.

And Danny had been in the throws of his own orgasm, which was a pretty good one judging by the length, the look on his face, and the heavy breaths he was taking in beside me, so I doubt he noticed. I hoped that was the case because I didn't want him to feel badly and explaining that I'm just tough that way doesn't usually make men feel better about themselves because they all want to believe that they were better than the guy before. I had to keep reminding myself to try not to treat him like the others though. He wasn't a toy, like they had been. He was Danny, he was more special than that.

He had done everything I had asked and had actually managed to last quite a bit longer than I assumed he would be able to. I was glad he was happy, plus I found it amusing when men get so tired afterwards they fall asleep right away. And Danny was out cold. I set my watch so I could be at the gym early the next morning and fell asleep next to him, grateful his bed was so large that we were able to have our own space. I'm not exactly what you would call a 'cuddly sleeper.'

*****

Danny awoke the next morning to find his bed empty. Well, not empty, he was still in it, but Max was definitely not there. That was weird, normally after a night like last night he couldn't get rid of the girl. Which again reminded him how different Max was from everyone else. He got up and was about to wander around his apartment looking for her before realizing he was still naked. Dressing quickly he walked around his flat, she wasn't there.

She had said she was going to the gym in the morning, but would she really just leave and not leave a note or anything? Duh, Danny…Of course she would, she's Max, he reminded himself. Her training was more important than sex or relationships, he knew her better than anyone, he should have seen that one coming a mile away.

He had fallen asleep so fast last night he had not even talked to her at all. A million questions started running through Danny's head. Had she been disappointed by last night? Had he gotten her to her climax? He was pretty sure he hadn't now that he thought about it, but he couldn't really remember. A lot of his memory was sheer ecstasy and nothing else. How had she managed to get him off so fast and so fully? Normally, he took much longer than that. And the women he was with usually hit more than one 'O' if he was on his game. Was he off last night? Or was she just not attracted to him enough for it to matter? Crap – this was going to bother him all day.

But he remembered something she had whispered in his ear right before he lost control. "You did great, Love. Now enjoy it." Did that mean he was obligated to enjoy it the day after too? He thought so, so he pushed back his questions (He would save them for the next time they were alone), and got ready for the rest of his day with a gentle smile on his face. He felt strangely calm and relaxed. Today would be interesting.