Max POV

I woke up in Fang's warm arms and smiled. I traced my body remembering every touch, every kiss, and every feel. I remembered every inch of my body his fingers made contact with. I remember every thought and every worry from last night. I knew it was going to hurt, but Fang took the pain away. Last night we got to prove our love for each other in the most passionate way possible. Last night was the best night of my life.

I rolled over and locked eyes with Fang. My Fang. He smiled at me and leaned in for a morning kiss.

He pulled away after a few seconds. "You know Max, you have terrible morning breath." He joked. I pushed my pillow into his face. Same old Fang.

I walked downstairs to see Fang making me breakfast. Well, that is if you consider toaster waffles and cereal breakfast. I sat down and he gave me a dirty grin. Oh god, what is the catch? He watched me eat my breakfast in a creepy stalkerish way. I was becoming awfully self-conscious, and I NEVER get self conscious while eating. Damn him. I slammed the spoon down onto the table. "WHAT?" I shouted at Fang. He just continued smiling. Finally after what felt like ages he spoke.

"Wanna top last night?" he asked. He then did the corny eyebrow raise. I almost keeled over laughing, but instead I nodded and let him pick me up to carry me to his room. Geez, these hormones are really making me less obnoxious. That just goes to show what Fang does to me.

He opened the door with his elbow and placed me on the bed. He wasted no time in getting both of our clothes off. "I'm going to make you beg." Fang said in the sexiest voice ever. I didn't know Fang could talk sexy. I barely knew Fang could talk. He licked circles around my breast, being extra careful to avoid my nipple. Then, all of a sudden, he flicked it hard with his tongue. I jumped in shock. He moved onto my other breast and continued. I sat up and started tracing his abs, put he pushed me back down onto the bed.

"This is about you, Max, not me." Fang said. What a gentleman. He moved his hands down my stomach to my thighs. I happily spread them for him. I was practically dripping. Would he just fuck me already?

"This wet, all for me?" he asked, sounding flattered.

"All for you." I replied.

I expected him to slip a finger up there or something, but instead he put his tongue on my folds. I arched my back to draw him closer to me. He started licking his way up to my clit and stopped there.

"Fang!" I exclaimed.

"Yes my dear?" he replied, lifting his head.

"Get on with it!"

He started sucking on my clit, causing me to moan ridiculous noises that I didn't know I was capable of making. The moans turned into screams as he shoved his fingers up my vagina. He was sliding them in and out at a fast pace. I was about to climax, until he pulled out.

"Fang! I was so close!" I complained. He smiled at me with a devious smirk.

"I know." he taunted. He then started rubbing my clit, again pulling away right before i climaxed. I was getting really aggravated.

"Fang! Stop pulling away! I am soooo close!" I whimpered.

"You gotta beg for it Max." he said dirtily.

"Please Fang, pleeaasse!" I whimpered.

"Oh come on Max, you can do better than that." he replied.

"I will give you a blow job, or be your slave for the day, or even walk around the house naked if thats what you want. Just please let me get off!" I pleaded.

"I don't actually want anything Max. I just wanted you hear you beg for it. Although, I might take you up on that naked offer." he replied, once again sliding his fingers back into my now dripping vagina. I balled the sheets in fists as I climaxed so high I thought I would never come back down to earth. My breathing steadied as I recovered from my massive orgasm. Maybe holding out was worth it after all.

Fang was smiling at me like a mental patient. I think I have seen Fang smile more while he is having sex with me than in my entire life. I stroked his erection with both hands before he pushed me back onto the bed and spread my legs abruptly. He slammed into me at full force, causing me to gasp for air. My breasts were bouncing up and down at his rhythm. He fondled one in his hand and sucked it, making me scream his name at the top of my lungs.

His pace got slower for a minute and then he picked it up again, chanting my name under his breath like it was a prayer. Last night we made love, today we had sex. Those are two completely different things. Sex is sex, fun, exciting, incredibly pleasurable sex. But making love is far more special. Its not about pleasing yourself, its about showing each other how much you truly care about them in an incredibly intimate fashion. There was a time for both. Last night was a time to make love, today was all about having sex. And boy did I enjoy having sex with Fang.

We locked eyes for a moment. The look gave off a thousand words. It was full of love, passion, and pleasure. He leaned in to kiss me as we both came at the same time. Fang pulled out and fell flat on his stomach onto the bed next to me, catching his breath. As our breathing returned to normal I rolled over on top of him for one last kiss. As I pulled away to get dressed again, Fang smacked my butt. I turned around to catch his grin.

"How did I get so lucky?" he asked.

"You're right, I am way too good for you." I joked. I went into the bathroom to clean up and put on fresh clothing. I wish Mom and the kids would go away more often, this weekend needs a repeat.