1She stood there completely exposed to my gaze. My eyes roamed over her body as freely as she was standing there offering it to my gaze. She didn't waste much time before she continued playing our little game. "I've shown you mine, now show me yours." I adhered to her command and stood to take my boxers off. I stood back up and revealed my arousal. It was standing at attention for her. It had been like that since we had shared our favored sexual positions.

After Max saw my erection, she quickly shut her eyes. I couldn't help but laugh inwardly at her. She looked as though she was embarrassed for something. She began to breathe heavier and heavier by the minute. I had to know what was on her mind, having a pretty good idea already.

"Tell me what you're thinking," I inquired of her, taking advantage of her next option.

The moan I heard next made me ache for her. She answered breathily, "I'm thinking about having you inside me."

I grew harder at her bluntness and couldn't help but think about being inside her as well. "Thrusting," I added adding fuel to my and I knew her thoughts as well.

"Mmm-hmmm," she barely replied.

I could barely handle this. I quickly sat down so that I wouldn't easily be able to reach out and touch her. "Why don't you sit back down?" I suggested as well.

I watched her sit down and open her eyes slowly. Her eyes were glossed over with pleasure. I ached to be able to give her more, but knew I'd have to do it indirectly. I decided to advance our little game, but Max beat me to it. "Tell me what you want me to show you," she gave me a sultry look. I felt my blood boil as I shuddered under her gaze. It took everything I had inside me not to reach out and pull her into my arms.

I took a deep breath and leaned back against the back of the couch. "Show me," I swallowed, "your womanhood." I was trying not to be vulgar so she would feel comfortable. I had to admit it was as much for my comfort as well.

She bit her lip and stood up and walked over to stand in front of me. My breath caught in my throat as she sat down on the coffee table in front of me. She placed her feet on either side of her, spreading her legs for me. My mouth began to water as she sat there revealing her most secret area to me.

I didn't know what to do next. I knew what I wanted to do, but that would result in my death. My mouth continued to water as I looked at her moist genital lips. My shaft ached with desire. I wanted to be inside her so terribly, and I knew she wanted me inside her as well.

"Show me how you please yourself," her request shook me from my probing thoughts.

I looked up at her face and could see how much she really wanted this. We both not only wanted this, but we both really needed it. If this was the only way we were going to be able to please the other then it was something we were going to have to do. I slowly took my throbbing penis in my hand and slowly began to stroke it.

"Tell me what you want me to do," she continued with out even letting me give her a show or tell request.

I licked my lips and looked at her supple lips. Oh, just to kiss those lips would be like heaven for me. "Caress your breasts."

She took a deep breath and slowly reached up to touch her perfect breasts. Her fingers toyed with her nipples slightly and she let her head fall back enjoying the sensation. I moved my hand up and down my penis at the same rhythm she was showing her nipples. She looked back at me, "Tell me what you want to do to me."

I took a deep breath. She had completely taken over the game, but I didn't mind. We both seemed to be pleased. "You don't want to know."

"It's the rules of the game, Logan," she said giving me a sweltering look. "Don't think I can handle it?"

She was playing with me now, and all be damned if I wasn't going to play back. "You asked for it." I stood up and walked behind her, getting as close to her as either of us had dared get before, close enough to feel the heat from each other's skin, but far enough to be able to easily pull away if we got any closer. I shook to be this close to her being uninhibited like this.

I leaned down inches from her ear and told her, "I want to pick you up and press you up against the wall, wrapping your legs around me. Then I'd tease you for a moment with the tip of my penis before thrusting into you slowly and thoroughly." Her breathing was getting more and more erratic, so I pressed on. "Then I would take your hands in mine and hold them high above your head, keeping them there as I thrust in and out of you in slow, languid movements, making sure I touched every inch inside your wet, dark pleasure chasm."

I could tell how aroused she was, and I wanted her to release that pleasure. I took the next turn in telling her, "Touch your beautiful clit, Max. Imagine me rubbing up against it with every meticulous plunge deep inside you." I watched her hand move slowly down her tight stomach to the most secret spot of her. She slowly parted the lips of her womanhood. I walked around and sat back down on the couch to watch her caress her exquisite clitoris. What I wouldn't do to replace her hands with mine own and my mouth. I wanted to fill her with pleasure either of us had only been able to experience in the dreams we've shared with each other.

She opened her eyes and looked at me and pleaded with me. We both wanted, no, needed the other desperately. "Cum with me," she entreated.

I began to stroke my penis again for her. We both watched the other as we pleased ourselves for the other. Without even trying, I noticed that we had found the same rhythm as the other was using, stroke for stroke, caress for caress. We were both building to the same climax and we both knew we would release at the same time, and then we did. I heard Max scream out in sheer pleasure.

We both continued to come until we were both spent. I rested back against the back of the couch, and Max laid down on the coffee table. Her delicate features of her finely toned body made me ache for her as I began to feel my arousal grow again. I didn't know if either of us could handle that much more mutual gratification, so I stood and excused myself. "I think I need to go take a cold shower. I can't sit here and look at you like this anymore."

I heard her laugh slightly, the ring of lust still in her voice, "Yeah, you were right about it being masochistic!"

I laughed as well as I continued down the hall toward my bathroom to take that shower.

I was just about to step out of the shower as Max came into the bathroom and opened the shower door. "I think I'm going to have to take a shower before I get back to work."

Her assertion threw me back a bit. Was she going to join me here in the shower?

"I'll wait," she said, giving me my answer, yet she continued to stand there watching me.

"You're not going to shut the door?" I wondered.

"After what we just did, and now you're feeling shy around me?" she played coyly with me.

I laughed heartily at her, "No. I'd invite you to come in here with me, but…"

"Too tempting," she agreed.

I sighed heavily, "I'm amazed we've been able to refrain from testing my mortality like we have."

She leaned against the shower door and looked at me longingly, "It's too risky, Logan. I can't lose you."

It took every ounce of strength with in me to keep from reaching out and taking her in my arms. I wanted to hold her, to feel her pressed against me. Not only to sexually gratify ourselves, but to comfort her when she was feeling like she was going to lose me at any given moment. "We'll get through this," I affirmed my conviction with her, knowing that was all I could do to comfort her.

"I know," she whispered, hanging her head.

"Hey," I said, and she lifted her head. "I love you, Max."

She smiled, "I love you, Logan.