Night full of love!

Maxwell carries Fran into his bedroom. When the door closes behind them, he puts her down. Once again their mouths are intertwined, their tongues play lovingly with each other.

They are in a bubble, in their own world, where only the two of them exists and their love and desire for each other. In a wild heated frenzy they stagger to the bed and let themselves fall. They both free themselves from their shoes and roll around in bed, snuggled close to each other.

Maxwell unbuttons her blouse. He kisses and caresses her belly up to her bra. As he unclasped it, Fran pulls off his shirt. They explore each other's bodies with their hands and mouths. Maxwell's hand slips under her skirt and Fran moans as he touches her where she desires him the most. Maxwell is thrilled to watch Fran's reaction. Her breath gets heavy and she squirts under his mistress.

Fran is flooded with a wave of emotion. She can no longer speak. Her body responds only to Maxwell's tenderness. When she can hardly stand it anymore, she pulls him up to her and kisses him passionately. At the same time she frees him from the rest of his clothes. Hers also land on the pile of clothes. Fran turns him on his back and lies on top of him rubbing and pushing 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 glance at each other eyes when Maxwell enters her. In unison they move, pressed close together. They kiss where their lips land. For the next hours they are engulfed in their passion and make love all over again. Finally, both find satisfaction like they never before. They don't want to separate from each other.

Both lie next to each other afterwards, completely exhausted and intoxicated. For a while, neither says a word. Their eyes meet and both smile blissfully. Maxwell rubs 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 starts tickling him, Maxwell laughing trying to fight off her attack.

"No, don't! Fran stop it please!"

But she shows no mercy. Finally he get a hold of her hands and before she realizes it she's on her back gets now tickled herself. Fran squeals and shrieks until Maxwell finally let go of her. To make up for it he gives her a tender kiss which she returns immediately. Suddenly he breaks free from her.

"I have an idea. Give me five minutes."

Fran watches with curiosity him disappear into the bathroom. A little later he calls her and Fran wonders what he is up to. There are candles burning everywhere in the bathroom and the hot tub is ready.

Fran is fascinated by it all. Arm in arm, they chill in the water, enjoying the soothing wetness. Fran notices Maxwell has his eyes closed and seems totally relaxed. Silently, she slides to the other side and begins to splash him. Maxwell startles up and looks into her grinning face.

"Stop splashing me"

They both think back about the first time they were in this tub together during her amnesia. Just like then, they start a wild water fight. They fool around until they fall into each other's arms.

They kiss and nuzzles each other. Fran straddles his lap and rubs herself against him. Maxwell's arousal rises noticeably. Maxwell inches his way to her breasts, gently stroking them as he lavishes them with his tongue. Fran moans and sighes his name. They both feel lthe endless desire again. They act to their feelings and make love once again. They are flooded with happiness as they reach their climax together. Afterwards, they lie nestled against each other for a long time until the water gets cold.

They get out of the tub and dry each other. Maxwell rubs Fran's hair dry with another towel. He leads them into the bedroom to his mirror. He grabs a comb and begins combing her hair. Fran enjoys the treatment. When her hair is only slightly damp he massages it continues her neck down to her shoulders. Lovingly, he looks at her through the mirror.

"You have the most beautiful hair in the world."

"I should hire you as my hairstylist."

Fran leans against him and closes her eyes. All at once she feels pleasantly relaxed and tired. Maxwell lifts her in his arms and carries her to the bed. Snuggled close together they cuddle up under the covers.

"Mh you're so nice and warm!" purrs Fran. They stroke each other gently until they fall asleep.