Maxwell carried Fran into his bedroom. When the door closed behind them, he let her down. Once again their mouths were intertwined, their tongues played lovingly around each other. They were in a bubble in which there were only the two of them, their love and their desire for each other. In a wild love frenzy they staggered to the bed and let themselves fall. They both freed themselves from their shoes and rolled back around in bed, snuggled close to each other. Maxwell unbuttoned her blouse. He kissed and caressed her belly up to her bra. As he unclasped it, Fran pulled off his shirt. They explored each other's bodies with their hands and mouths. Maxwell's hand slipped under her skirt and Fran moaned as he touched her where she desired him the most. Maxwell was thrilled to watch Fran's reaction. Her breath got heavy and she squirted under his mistress. Fran was flooded with a wave of emotion. She could no longer speak. Her body responded only to Maxwell's tenderness. When she could hardly stand it anymore, she pulled him up to her and kissed him stormily. At the same time she freed him from the rest of his clothes. Hers also landed on the pile of clothes. Fran turned him on his back and laid on top of him rubbing herself against him. "MHH Fran you feel so good. I'm addicted to you." "Maax I...you... ..you're driving me crazy. I love you!" "I love you too" They glanced at each other when Maxwell entered her. In unison they moved, pressed close together. They kissed where their lips landed. For the next hours they were engulfed in their passion and made love all over again. Finally,both found satisfaction like they had never experienced before. They didn't want to separate from each other.
Both lay next to each other afterwards, completely exhausted and intoxicated. For a while, neither said a word. Their eyes met and both smiled blissfully. Maxwell rubbed his nose against hers. "You're so quiet!" "I can't say anything, my thoughts and feelings are on a roller coaster and there's a blackout in my head." "Aha so that's the way to shut you up. Good to know" "What's that supposed to mean? Don't start with me!" Fran started tickling him, Maxwell laughing trying to ward off her attack. "No, don't! Fran stop it please!" But she showed no mercy. Finally he got a hold of her hands and before she knew it she was on her back and was now being tickled herself. Fran squealed and shrieked until Maxwell finally let go of her. To make up for it he gave her a tender kiss which she returned immediately. Suddenly he broke away from her. "I have an idea. Give me five minutes." Fran watched him disappear into the bathroom. A little later he called her and Fran wondered what he was up to. There were candles burning everywhere in the bathroom and the hot tub was ready.
Fran was fascinated by it all. Arm in arm, they lay in the water, enjoying the soothing wetness. Fran noticed Maxwell had his eyes closed and was totally relaxed. Silently, she slid to the other side and began to splash him. Maxwell startled up and looked into her grinning face." "Stop splashing me" They both thought about the first time they were in the tub together during her amnesia. Just like then, they started a wild water fight. They fooled around until they fell into each other's arms. They kissed and caressed each other. Fran sat astride his lap and rubbed herself against him. Maxwell's arousal rose noticeably. Maxwell inched his way to her breasts, gently stroking them as he lavished them with his tongue. Fran moaned and sighed his name. They both felt the endless desire again. That acted to their feelings and made love once again. They were flooded with happiness as they climaxed together. Afterwards, they lay nestled against each other for a long time until the water got cold.
They got out of the tub and dried each other. Maxwell rubbed Fran's hair dry with another towel. He led them into the bedroom to his dresser mirror. He grabbed a comb and began combing her hair. Fran enjoyed the treatment. When her hair was only slightly damp he massaged it and her neck down to her shoulders. Lovingly, he looked at her through the mirror. "You have the most beautiful hair in the world." "I should hire you as my hairstylist. Fran leaned against him and closed her eyes. All at once she felt pleasantly relaxed and tired. Maxwell lifted her and carried her to the bed. Snuggled close together they cuddled up under the covers. "Mh you're so nice and warm!" purred Fran. They touched each other gently until they fell asleep.