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Part 24

Or so it seemed. Yet it was how it felt like. The world crumpled into a thousand pieces and only Max's lips and tongue existed as they created havoc within her mouth. Usually so hard and unrelenting, yet so achingly sensual, these lips, she was surprised to note, where soft and firm. As soon as his mouth touched to hers she could not attempt reason to save herself.

It was wrong. Oh so wrong. These shocking tingles down her spine. These lips crossing gently with hers. Yet like any sword play between her and Max, his skill and expertise in the art of loving would deem him ever the winner. She attempted to resist. Tried to detach her mind from her body and summon up enough strength to push him away. It was as if he sensed her thoughts, but to her amazement he did not venture to hold her captive. Instead his mouth moved more firmly on hers as if trying to lock their lips together as one so she would not escape.

It was tempting but she knew this was too illicit, too sinful. Yet oh so wicked. And daren't she say again, oh very tempting. But she was resolved to end this. It was not right, so she steeled herself and started to pull back. And that was when Max's tongue leaped out and lasciviously trailed across her bottom lip. Liz froze as the unexpected move brought shivers to her body, inviting her to respond kind. To give in.

Oh so Tempting. Jerking her head back her lips were released with gasp. She did not know how much she needed the air till that moment. Did she not even realize that she was not breathing? Could she have died from a kiss? A simple kiss...no. More than simple, for right now, nothing was as straightforward and 'simple'.

Her breathing was quick and shallow as she tried to regain her balance. It was then that she realized she was standing at the edge of the tub with Max's powerful, and very naked body standing in it. His hands still gripped her arms, yet she doubted it would leave a bruise. It was a firm but caressing touch. Gliding across her skin enveloping her in a strange warmth. She also realized that she breast to breast with her seducer. Her gaze shifted involuntarily to where their bodies barely connected.

She did not know a chest could look so erotic. It glistened golden, tiny dew drops shimmered on a broad chest. The muscles were made to fit his skin. Not an ounce more or less. So perfect. She recalled how she had glided her hands across it, feeling the surprisingly soft and taut skin. The wetness only served to heighten the feeling as her palm easily slid over it wonderingly. Almost caressingly. She would never admit outloud just how much she had enjoyed that.

And now, being so close to it again. Watching it rise and fall with his every breath. That seemed as fast and shallow as her own. Fleetingly she she thought with pure feminie satisfaction, that he was just as affected as she. But then sense came back jarringly to her and she noticed they were still way too close for comfort. She also noticed that he had said not a word yet, had not attempted to draw her back to continue his kiss.

Feeling a strange fluttering in her stomach she allowed her eyes to drift upwards, over the mouth that was slightly parted and miost from their shared fluids. Rather than distasteful it was deliciously appealing. So appealing she had the distinct urge to taste them again. But no...she forced her gaze up till she could meet his eyes. What she saw caused her to gasp.

Max's eyes, leaded with long thick lashes, that contrarily suited him, where half closed. And from what she could see his amber eyes were so dark and prominent against the whiter boarder.If magic truly did exist, Liz would say that a dark molten fire was churning within their hidden depths. She instinctively recognised passion, and she knew that this was a dangerous, dangerous moment.

Still he said nothing, and she held his gaze, somehow unwilling to look away. Confusedly she attempted to draw back so she could retain some measure of intelligent thought. She could hardly form an idea, as close as he was. Taking a deep breath that unexpectedly and startlingly raised her breasts, making them brush more closely at his chest. Liz flushed and abruptly jerked on the arm that was still held by him. His hand released her, and it fell to her side, strangely cold and numb without his heat.

Her feet felt heavy as she started to take a step back. Swift as a cat, and just as agiley Max took a step out of the tub and forward, pressing against her once more. Liz's eyes widened as water sloshed over the side and onto the floo, lightly splashing her gown. Slowly he raised the leg that was still in the tub and carefully brought it down to meet the first one. Liz alarminly took another step back, and he followed. Her hands raised to his chest, as if to ward him off. Her palms connected with warm flesh. The muscles beneath jumped at the contact and Liz heard his faint intake of breath.

Still no words were spoken. It seemed as if none were needed. Their bodies and instincts were comunicating to each other. It was not clear what was being exchanged, yet the feeling was there. Around them. And Liz desperately wanted to ignore it. But apparently he was not going to let her.

"Stop." she finally voiced. Her voice low and soft, not loud and indignant as it should have been. Not angry or outraged. From the look in his eyes, he knew that. Max gently leaned against her palms, bringing his face inches from her own.

"No." he whispered just as softly. Before she could form a reply, he brought his lips to her once again, in a gentle butterfly's kiss. An involuntary moan escaped her throat.That seemed to snap something within him. The kiss now no longer gentle. Instead his mouth started moving more firmly upon hers, his tongue sneaked out again and licked her lips, urging a response from her. She did not know what he was requesting. He seemed to understand her confusion and after a particularly intense lick at her bottom lip his teeth attacked it and bit into the tender flesh.

When Liz's mouth opened in protest his hot tongue immediately slid between and into the hot and sweet cavern of her mouth. He reveled in the taste of her.His sensitive tongue could feel and taste everything. In truth she tasted like any mouth would. Yet in his mind. This one was somehow different. She had a certain taste that attracted him sense of taste like nothing else. Perhaps it was his imagination but it was as if she had eaten some bittersweet fruit and he was sampling the clinging fragrant remains. It was so very addictive.

His mouth savagely ravished hers. His eyes closed in the simple esctacy of kissing. Never had the touch of lips to lips affect him so deeply. And now he could not have enough. He could feel her lips swell from his impassioned advances and he switched to a more gentle and deeper tactic. He found he enjoyed this more, for his mouth molded more closely to his, his teeth intimately grazed hers, his tongue delved deeply and langurously, gaining more knowledge of every tooth and crevice.

Her tongue lay immobile as she stood in shock at the intrusion. Unwilling to be the only one playing this game he began massaging the top of her tongue with his own, trying to illicit some sort of response. He could feel the battle going on inside her. Passion versus common sense. He intended that passion win over. So without further ado he brought his hand up and wrapped his arm around her waist and dragged her unceremoniously against him. The feel of her soft supple body as it molded against him drew a sharp hiss of breath him as he reacted violently.

He heard her gasp and swallowed it with his mouth.His arm tightened around her as he allowed her the leisure of feeling herself against him as he did himself with her. Her fingers spread across his chest and he reveled in that simple pleasure. Moving ahead he raised his other arm and encircled her body within his embrace, bringing her even more flush up against him. His eyes tightened in a gesture of pleasure.

Liz was absolutely shocked at she felt herself plastered against his bare body. She could feel damp spots on her gown from where he stained her. She could also feel however another spot growing increasingly damp and at the moment she was more intent on that particular one. It was so..wet and growing ever more so. The area down there was also giving her this deep ache that she did not know how to get rid off. It was giving her the urge to rub her legs together just to ease some of the pain. Or pleasure?...that thought was lost as soon as Max brought her against him and her throbbing center came into contact with his thigh. She almost sighed in relief if the sudden burst of pleasure did not interrupt.

She could feel his arms, iron bands around her body. Holding her captive. Though heaven knew, at that moment, at that sinful and wicked moment, she did not wish to escape. On their own volition her arms began to creep up his forearms, tracing his well built biceps, leaving bumps in their wake. Slowly and innocently sensually they moved up to his shoulders and entertwined around his neck.

His mouth devoured hers in the truest sense. Liz was in thrall. Sparks of pleasure shot within her as the kiss turned wild and as she did, and began to respond passionately and eagerly to his carnal touches. She thought at any moment she would combust, she found, with frustration. But frustration with what? And then he surprised her once again. His hips began to rotate erotically against her sex and Liz disattached her lips from his and threw back her head in a silent gasp.

Her throat lay exposed to Max and he took the opportunity to fasten his mouth to her neck. He showered fevered kisses all over and then located the pulse that was going a mile a minute and began to nip and suck hungerily, as if he was attempting to penetrate the skin and consume her.

His hands started to move up from around her waist, and up towards her rib cage. Liz knew what was coming. And it thrilled her. She could feel her breasts grow heavy with need and her nipples hardening against the fabric of her dress. They needed release, they needed something. They needed his touch and Liz arched her back uninhibitedly in urgent pleading for what only he can satisfy.

His hands moved up and paused at the underside of her breasts. His mouth moved down to hte hollow of her throat and between her collarbones where he distributed his heated kisses. And as she waited in impatience for his fingers to move those final inches, his hands slid to the side and skimmed up and down the sides of her breasts, his thumbs barely brushing her aching nipples.

Liz's control suddenly snapped. She forgot convention, she forgot her long ago vow. Her eyes grew wild and her pupils narrowed. Her teeth bared in a hiss and her arms untangled themselves from his neck and grabbed at his own hands, forcefully shoving them up to cup her breasts. When his palms enfolded them, his thumbs moved over her nipples and rubbed them, causing her to sigh in relief and pleasure.

Her head lowered to gaze at him when his lips unttached from her body. He was staring at her. Triumph shining in his eyes. But she cared not. She had a terrible ache that was both pleasure and pain and she knew, just knew that he could soothe it for her. He stopped his ministrations and Liz almost screamed in frustration. She wanted to tell him not to stop, to help her. But she knew that if she spoke her need aloud somehow the spell that was woven around them would be broken, so she pleaded with her eyes.

Max sucked in his breath at the vision that stood before him, practically begging for relief. He knew what he was doing to her. For she was doing it to him too, and it pained him to stall what he would not wait to do, but he knew he could do nothing. Not yet. He could take her now, aye that was true. But he did not want to take her. He wanted her to give herself to him. Suddenly it was really important that she do. And not just so he could ease his own ache. His manhood grew even harder as he again thought of what lay just a few moments ahead for them. But no, he had to hear her say it. And so he stopped, and waited. She begged with her eyes but his own eyes asked for the words. He would wait all night long if he had to untill she said them...or perhaps not but that was beside the point. His patience, however much he extended, paid off.

"Please" he heard her say softly. He leaned forward until his forehead touched hers and he could feel her sweet breath across his face. His fingers swiftly tweaked her nipples through the fabric. She jumped and sighed.

"Please what?" he asked huskily. Say them, he demanded silently. There was a moment's paused where he feared she would not, then...

"Help me" her voice was faint and pleading. He wanted her to say she wanted him. But hell...this was definitely close enough. Max moved his hands to her back and deftly began to unbutton the back of her dress while she waited with bare supressed impatience that he chuckled. As each button lay open, more delightfully smooth skin was exposed, and his hands reached inside to caress her bare back. She shivered and pressed against him. He growled. Reaching up he brought his hands to her shoulders and moved slightly back to peel off the dress.

Inch after exquisite inch was exposed to his hungry view. First the chest bones and then the tops of her high and firm breasts, and then the dark nipples popped into view and he almost sighed in relief after all that anticipation. He resisted the urge to rip off the dress and be down with it but slowly and gently releasedher arms from the dress and then allowed it dropped with a whoosh to the floor.

Liz was completely naked beneath. And now lay open for his appreciative gaze. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever encountered. Her body shone against the candlelight. The flames surrounding her in a ureathal glow, that accentuated the thrust of her breasts, the curve of her hips and the beautiful features of her eyes. They looked like melted pools of dark sand. He would gladly sink into their depths.

His eyes moved up and down, exploring the lean graceful legs, the flat belly and tiny waist. Her arms lay at her sides, making no attempt to hide herself. He looked into her eyes once more. She was looking at him. Her eyes were moving up his body, examining as he had done. He saw her halt for a few seconds where his manhood hung hard and proud in its nest of dark curls. He hoped she liked what she saw. He certainly did. He liked alot.

He stepped closer to her. "You're beautiful" he whispered and he had never meant anything more in the world. He saw her swallow and look up at him. Her eyes were bright, passionate and his excitement grew.

"So are you" she replied in a husky voice he had never heard before. He looked startled for moment as he registered what she said,then slowly began to smile. Never has a woman called him beautiful. They called him many flattering things, aye that was true, but now, this woman, whatever came out of her mouth fascinated him.

He could contain himself no longer. Closing in on the final inches between then he gathered her into his arms and started kissing her anew. He reveled when she kissed him back. Without another thought he bent and lifted her into his arms. Liz did not even seem to notice. Her arms came back around his neck and played with the hair at the nape of his neck. That simple action sent ripples of pleasure through him.

Striding briskly to the big bed he knelt onto it and deposited her gently onto the covers. When he straightened he took a moment to look upon her once more. Reclined on his bed as he had many a night imagined her. Now it was a reality. He gloried in it.

Liz almost burst into tears when he lay he so on the bed. It seemed so against his nature. But she should not have been surprised. He, after all, was nothing at all like her expectations. And he called her beautiful. She heard that word so many times before. But when Max said it. It meant something. And she was not lying when she complimented him. He was indeed one of a kind. And for now, he was hers. Gone were her maidenly concerns and ladylike outrage. She was a passion filled woman and she would never be content until she was sated. Her mind was too much like mush to take in what was happening. So she allowed her body to lead. Surely what her instinct demands could not be wrong. But...

And then Max was there again. Pressed against her, lying beside atop her on the bed, and she forgot her 'buts'. His fingers delved into her hair and held her head in place as he plundered her mouth again. She accepted with joy and treaded his own hair with her fingers. She sighed inwardly. She'd been wanting to do that ever since she'd seen it. It felt wonderful.

"I showed you one kind of pleasure before Liz," he whispered against her cheek, " now i am going to show you another." he kissed his away to her nose and pecked her eyelids. Liz remembered the kind he was talking about and blushed. She wondered briefly if anything could be as good as what he had done to her before.

"It will be rapture." he said huskily as if he could read her mind. And then he raised himself on his elbows so he could look into her eyes. One of his legs moved up and in between her thighs.Liz held them tight in sudden nervousness.

"Open for me my lovely flower" he asked softly. Liz hesitated for a moment longer."Trust me" he said. And with that...she parted her thighs. He moved in between them.

Liz stared down where is shaft lay on the bush of her that hid her secret treasure. When she had first seen it, it had fascinated her. She had never seen a real man naked. Tentively she reached out between their bodies and touched the tip with her finger. She saw it jump and felt Max go rigid. It was so hard, yet so smooth. Like steel within a velvet glove. And it was so big she suddenly realized with belated alarm, what if...

"It will work" he said, his tone humourous as if he could read her mind once again. Liz blushed and decided to say nothing. He had asked her to trust him. He was a pirate ofcourse so she would not truly trust him, but somehow in this matter, she felt that she could, and she did.

His hands moved to cup her face and leaned down to softly kiss her lips. He shifted. And Liz felt something entering her. It reminded her of his fingers that previoust time, except this time it was much, much larger. She tensed. Max stopped.

"Shh relax my sweet. It will sting at first but then..." he bent to kiss her again "rapture." he said again. She felt him start again . It was a strange feeling, being filled. It was not precisely painful but it was..odd. She looked into his eyes for reassurance. He smiled and collected her in his arms, raising her, and bringing his mouth to her breast.

Liz gasped at that unexpected move as his lips encircled her nipple and he nibbled and suckled, sending pleasure throughout her body. She almost reproved him for not doing that before. But as he moved to her other breast she forgot all and enjoyed. His hand left her face and ventured down to where their bodies connected. It all happened so quickly.

He looked into her eyes as he rose once again. His fingers pushed that familiar jewel that made her gasp. Ans he thrust deep inside her. The pain was quick and it hurt. Her eyes squeezed shut and she struggled against him trying to disengage him.

"Oh that hurt" she wailed " get off. Get off me." she pleaded and tried to throw him off.

"Shhshh sweet. Be easy, the pain will pass, the pass will pass" he crooned and started kissing her everywhere he could reach to get her mind of the pain. It seemed to work because Liz suddenly forgot it and reveled in his attention. His kisses delighted her and distracted her. In the back of her mind she felt the pain fade away, and then she felt something filling her to the hilt. It was...indescribable. Suddenly she realized that indeed he was inside her. Sheathed within her and it was the most wonderful feeling in the world. She forgot the world around her and surrendered to her feelings.

She looked at Max and saw that he had his eyes tightly closed, as if he was in agony. Gently Liz rasied a hand to softly trace the line of his jaw. Max's eyes snapped open and she saw the deep passion smoldering within and felt herself responding just as wildly once more. All those savage feelings in her rose once again and the ache in her center demanded attention. She shifted beneath him, wordlessly telling him to continue. She needed...she needed...

Ahhh. Max pressed a hot kiss to her lips and moved his hips upwards and Liz felt him withdraw. No this was not what she wanted. She groaned in protest but only choked on a gasp when he entered her again. Oh the pleasure.

Max could not contain the hiss of pleasure and pain. She was so tight. Just like a glove. A hot and wet glove. The feelings were so intense he had to grit his teeth so he would not spill his seed like some youth with his first woman. It was amazing that this woman made him feel so. He could hardly contain himself. Cold hardly stay in control. He was always in control. But now...he pulled out till only the tip of his penis remained within her and surged forth once again. He lost any grip on sanity.

And with that she was lost. Lost in a haze of passionate pleasure. She gripped Max's hair as he rose up and gripped her hips. And so it went. In. Out. In. Out. He thrust and Liz met him. At first it was slow and deep, but then Liz began feeling frustrated and strarted moving more desperately against him. Max took the hint and started moving faster. His hips pumped fast against hers. The feel of him moving in and out of her was exquisite. He filled her so completely, so fully.

"Oh Liz. Oh Liz" he repeated with each thrust. He was going wild. His shaft glided in and out and their groans and moans filled the cabin.

"Max" Liz breathed, instinctively following his lead in her innocence. He did not seem to mind that she was not an expert in this art. It only spurred him on. He was her first lover, he thought to himself. Sweat slicked their body and they slapped against each other. Liz's legs went around his waist as his pace increased as if to hold on to dear life.

And she was. It nothing like she had read in those forbidden books. Indeed in those there was much passionate voilence between the lovers. Too much frenzy. But this...she screamed when he hit a particularlly sensitive spot. This was beautiful. And then Liz felt it. The build up. Higher and higher. Growing in cresendo. It was unbearable. She was reaching for something. Soemthing that was just beyond her fingertips. Max brought his hand down again to her jewel and flicked it once. The heavens scattered across the sky. Liz screamed out his name.

Light flashed before her eyes and she felt the most intense pleasure of her life. The heaven's sand. Bell's rang. Just like in the books. Only it was so much better in real life. Her climax triggered Max's and she felt him pump a few more times savagely and then he grew rigid. His back bent, his neck arched. His mouth lay open, his eyes shut tight. And then he shuddered voilently. Her name hoarse on his lips. He collapsed on top of her.

They lay there for a few minutes, allowing the air to cool their heated skin. Liz was still floating in the realm of pleasure. Mmmm pleasure. It had sucha lovely ring to it. Without knowing it she reached up and threaded her fingers through Max's damp hair as they both regained their strengths. Now was not the time to return to reality. Nor was it time to face the consequences of what just happened. She would only think that she had the most amazing experience of her life. It was...Liz searched for the right word as she felt sleep and exghaustion begin to claim her.

It was just as Max said, she thought sleepily, her eyes drifting close, her breathing becoming deep and even.

It was rapture.