Mmmmm what was that smell? Of course that is my first thought when I woke up. Then, I remembered last night. Wow. "Maxon..." Wait... Where was Maxon? He wasn't in bed, that much I could tell. "Maxon?!" I called out louder, hoping for a reply. Instead I heard banging noises coming from somewhere else in the house. It sounded like pots and pans.

"America? Um... Hold on! Stay where you are!" I heard panic in his voice. He was scaring me.

"Maxon, are you okay?" I grabbed the sheets and gathered them around me, just in case.

"What? Oh, I'm fine... Well, I might have a small bu- I'm fine, really. Please be patient America!" Fine. I guess I would just have to wait here and... Stare out the glorious window! I grabbed the top sheet and wrapped it around my body. I moved over to the window. It was so beautiful. I couldn't wait to go swimming. It was enchanting to watch the water move up the beach, then right back into the water again, carrying seaweed, seashells, rocks, and various sea life. I couldn't wait to explore. I hadn't been to the beach since I was a little girl.

I was so distracted by the view that I didn't notice the smell growing stronger, or Maxon, until his arms wrapped around me from behind, kissing my neck lightly. "Close your eyes."

"Maxon! Not again, you can't keep giving me gif-"

"Yes, I can, as a matter of fact. But please, just do as I say."

"Fine." I huffed, and closed my eyes. He led me to the bed and I situated myself. Then the smell grew increasingly strong as something was placed in my lap. I just realized how hungry I was.

"Okay, you can open your eyes now."

So I did. What I saw was a plate full of eggs, bacon, and toast. On the rest of the tray was two glasses of water. Maxon got me breakfast in bed. I was really touched, but I guess I was slightly annoyed by the thought of bringing a cook to do this. "Maxon, thank you, but I could've made breakfast." His face fell and it was like a knife twisting in my gut, "You didn't have to get a cook."

His head jerked up, and he was shaking his head. "I didn't get a cook. I- uh, we'll, I made you it."

I was shocked. Maxon can't cook, he has told me plenty of times before that he can't. "But how? I thought you couldn't!"

He looked down, blushing slightly. "I uh, I asked Marlee if she could teach me. She has been training me since we got engaged. Half of my meetings were actually with her." I was speechless. Maxon went through all that trouble to make me breakfast. It was so sweet. Typical Maxon. I was so lucky. "So... Do you like it? I don't, uh, know how to make anything else, just this, so, I mean if you don't like it, we could just-"

I cut him off with my lips. "It's perfect. You're perfect."

"You like it?"

"I love it."

I grabbed his hand but then he pulled back sharply. "Ow!"

"Maxon? I'm sorry, I barely touched yo-" Then I looked at his hand. There was a large red patch. "Oh Maxon! Did you burn yourself?"

He tried to hide it, "Well..."

"We need to put some ice on it."

"But, you're breakfast!"

"Ice now. Breakfast later, okay? You're hand is more important to me than food."

"Fine..." He grumbled as he took me to the kitchen, where I went immediately to the freezer and got some ice.

"Where are the towels?" He pointed to a cupboard under the sink.

I grabbed a small towel and wrapped the ice cubes with it. "Here." I handed it to Maxon, "Hold it on the burn. Keep it on for at least 10 minutes." His face pinched in uncomfortableness. "I'm sorry." I feel so bad that I was partly responsible. I'll just have to distract him from the pain. I glanced at the clock as I started kissing him, nipping at his lips. This was either going to turn out really good for both of us, or really embarrassing for me. I let the sheet fall to the ground, and straddled his waist. He was only in his boxers, while I was in nothing. Maxon started reaching for my hips, "Nope. You have to hold that ice on your burn for 10 minutes. No touching Maxon." A groan ripped from his throat but I could tell it wasn't from the pain.

I rubbed his shoulders, and kissed his neck. I started grinding my hips into his and I could feel my nipples graze his chest. His hands were in between our bodies, so the ice grazed against my abdomen, causing shivers to run down my spine. Grabbing onto Maxon's shoulders, I leaned back, pressing my hips more tightly into his. God, I hadn't felt like it yet, but being with Maxon makes me feel like a Queen. I am the Queen now.

But before I could think too much on that, I began kissing his neck again. "Mmm America..."

"Yes?" I said innocently.

"I-" He cut off in a loud groan as I grabbed his member through his boxers, pumping it repeatedly.

"Does that feel good?" I knew it did, from last night's experience, but I wanted to hear him say it. More groaning. "Maxon?" He nodded. Close enough. I got off his lap and tugged his boxers down his legs, then gripped his member again, pumping it. I blew on it then lightly licked the tip with the tip of my tongue, teasing, then blew on it again. I repeated the motion until it felt like he was on the edge of coming, and quickly got on his hips, lowering myself on to his erection, just inside my entrance. Then got back off again.

"America!" I lowered myself again, slowly. Then slowly pulled up again. I repeated this motion again and again. He hit my sweet spot every time and I had a hard time not just letting Maxon take over. But he really does need to ice his burn. I was determined to keep this up until the end of his 10 minutes. I glanced at the clock. 1 minute left. Thank God.

"America. America. America." He kept saying my name over and over and over again. Yep, totally distracted.

At the very second it hit 10 minutes I went down all the way to the hilt quickly. "Times. Up." I whispered, and let Maxon take control. I felt him pick me up, still inside me, with the ice in between us. He carried us to our room, laying me down on the bed as he pulled out of me. I opened my eyes, seeing him grab the ice pack and stare at it. I wondered what he was doing, because all I wanted him to do is get back inside of me. He opened the towel and picked up a piece of ice. Uggh, what was he doing?

He set the ice against my lips and they started to tingle. He slid it slowly down until it was between my breasts. He traced it around my right breast, then around my left one. The he circled my right nipple, then my left. He returned it to my right nipple, but instead of tracing it, he held it against it. Everywhere the ice went, it tingled. He moved it to my left one and repeated the motion. Then he kissed my lips and traced the ice path with his tongue.

He was sucking on my nipple, driving me insane, and I felt the ice cube go down my stomach, trace my belly button and go down. It sat on my pubic bone, but went no lower. He traced the path again with his tongue. But he didn't go any lower with his tongue either. He pulled back and pulled my legs apart, wide, by the knees. Starting at my right knee, he moved the ice along the inside of my thigh, all the way up until right below my center. Then he removed it and placed it on the inside of my left knee, along the inside of my thigh, stopping below my center. I was waiting for him to start tracing with his tongue, and he did, but he just exhaled against my center, not touching it.

"Maxon!" I was going insane, burning with want.

"'Maxon' what?" Exhaling against my center with his warmth breath.

I could hold out, I know I could, but really I didn't want to. "Maxon please!"

But instead of his mouth, he placed the ice cube back on my slit. He slid it up and down, entering it slightly, then pulled it out and slid it up and down again. I was gripping the sheets with everything I had. He pressed the ice cube into the bundle of nerves and as he did that, blew hot air against my slit. The cold and hot was so varied in temperatures that I arched my back and his lips pressed into my slit. The ice pushed into the bundle of nerves and I arched more. The vibration at my slit led me to believe that Maxon was laughing at me.

"Maxon! Please please please please pl-" The ice was removed and replaced with his tongue. He sucked the nerves there and I couldn't believe the sheets were still in tact. He flicked my clit with his tongue repeatedly, then placed it in between his lips, humming. The vibrations almost made me come immediately. Then he exhaled against my slit, long, deep breaths, driving me wild.

"Do you want it?" More exhales. "Is this what you want?" He inserted his tongue just inside my entrance, then pulled it back out.

"Yes! Maxon, please!"

He inserted his tongue again, deeper than before then removed it again. "Are you sure?"

I wanted to grab his hair and force his mouth to stay there, but I bet he would stop if I did. "God, yes, Maxon! Please!"

"Okay..." Then I relaxed slightly, knowing that he was gonna do what I wanted.

Then suddenly something ice cold pressed into my slit. "Maxon!"

The ice was removed and replaced with his mouth. "Okay, fine." The vibrations against my slit almost caused me to come again. He stuck his tongue inside my entrance, in and out, in and out, curling and licking, driving me insane. He sucked and licked, then flicked my clit. More sucking and licking. In and out, in and out. His warm, wet tongue was making my wetness increase. Then, he grabbed my clit between his lips, humming, licking, and slightly tugging, and I came.

"Maxon!" He licked all the liquid that came out of me, even sticking his tongue inside. I came again as he sucked and licked it up. Then, before I could catch my breath, his member was at my entrance, and he entered me. He went in slowly, all the way, then almost all the way out. Back in, faster. Each time was faster than before. I gripped his back and wrapped my legs around his waist, bringing us closer. Bringing him deeper. He sucked on each of my nipples, taking turns as he pulled out and back in. Right nipple = In. Left nipple = Out. And he got faster and faster. He hit my sweet spot and I arched my back and came immediately.

My walls pulsing around his member triggered his own orgasm. "America!"

As we caught our breaths, I looked over to the side. There was the breakfast he had made me. "So... Ready to eat your amazing breakfast now?"

He looked up at me, dazed. Then he met my eyes, and grinned, "Of course."

I couldn't believe it was still warm.

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So, second time, hope you liked... Probably the last unless you guys really like it... Then maybe.