| Chapter 2 She slaps me playfully across the chest and I smile, overjoyed at an ordinarily mundane action. �You�re sure it�s gone?� she moves her arms down to my waist as she speaks, her eyes shinning with excitement, hope. �I�d bet my life on it� I reply. The light in her eyes dims and I feel her tense in my arms right before I realise what a stupid thing that is to say. Nice going Cale, open mouth, insert foot. I open my mouth to apologise, but she cuts me off before I have a chance to. �What if it didn�t work Logan?� her voice is broken, heart-rending, no traces of the anger, or the sarcasm I was expecting, just defeat� and pain. I pull her against my chest, cradling her to me. �It�s a chance I had to take,� I answer honestly, only now realising that it wasn�t just my life I was risking anymore. �But why?� her muffled voice questions, her desperation clear. �Because I love you too much to not risk it.� �I love you too, but you�re still a moron� she declares, a hint of playfulness creeping into her voice. I pull her closer to me, grinning as she tightens her hold on me. We stay that way for a while; standing infront of the front door, content to simply hold each other after so many months of denial. �I suppose you thought I�d just fall into bed with you as soon as we beat bitch?� she teases, pulling back slightly to look at me. �You think we can make it to the bed?� I counter, matching the playful lilt of her voice. �Couch is closer,� she states, leaning up to kiss me. The kiss quickly turns from playful to something much more heated, and I�m in danger of losing control. I haven�t let go of her since she walked in the door, haven�t stopped touching her, her hands, her hair, her face. It hasn�t taken me long to get completely addicted to the feel of her once more, and as soon as she pulls away I miss the contact. I reach for her right hand with mine and interlace our fingers, following her closely as she leads me towards the bedroom. As soon as we�re through the door I pull her against me, her back flush against my chest. Wrapping one arm around her waist I let my hand creep under the hem of her tank, tracing patterns against her skin. I use the other to move her hair away from her neck, revealing her barcode, tracing the outline with my tongue before placing a gentle kiss over it. I let her hair fall back against her shoulders; she turns in my arms, her eyes tearing, and kisses me gently. Both hands now resting gently on her hips, I slip them under the bottom of her tank and slide them upwards, pulling her shirt up and over her head as I go. Letting it fall to the floor, I rest my hands on her shoulders and let my eyes roam over the new expanse of skin presented to me, burning the image into my memory. I bring my hand up to cradle her face as our lips find each other once more. She opens her mouth and I slip my tongue in, meeting with hers in a passionate duel. Her taste is unique, cherry sweet, innocent, yet powerful, and I�m hopelessly addicted. Forced to break the kiss when lack of oxygen was starting to affect my ability to stand upright, I rest my forehead against hers, starring into her eyes. �God, I love you,� I whisper against her lips. �You know you�re already getting lucky right,� her eyes are shinning with unshed tears and her voice is so soft that any sarcasm her words would have held is lost. �Yeah, I know� I chuckle, �but I still love you�. She laughs softly and walks towards the bed, pulling me along behind her. When she reaches the side she turns back to me, running her hands through my hair and dragging my lips down to meet hers. I kick off my shoes as she begins to unbutton my shirt, her fingers fumbling in her attempts to strip me of the garment. Before it has a chance to hit the floor I�m sprawled on my back across the bed, Max, grinning devilishly, slowly crawling towards me. She reaches her hand out, brushing a lock of hair off my forehead, I grab her wrist before she has a chance to move it away and pull her towards me. She shrieks as I force her to close the distance between our bodies, landing in a heap against my chest. Chuckling, I flip us over, pinning her body beneath mine. Her laughter turns into a throaty moan as I begin nibbling on her neck, kissing a trail steadily downwards. Licking her collarbone, I place a kiss at the base of her throat, my hands moving around to unclasp her bra. She arches her back, trying to aid my efforts, bringing her chest flush with mine in the process. I groan at the feel of her pressed against me, her breasts flattened against my chest, and will my hands to work faster. I slide my leg upwards, giving myself enough leverage to continue my downward journey. Feeling my leg move against hers she pushes me backwards slightly. �Logan� her face is flushed, her breaths are ragged, her pupils are dilated, and it�s the most breath taking site I�ve ever seen. I drop my head to her shoulder, knowing what she wants before she asks. �Just us this time ok� she says, kissing my temple. I nod my head, rolling onto my back, I�ll miss the use of my legs, but she�s right, this is about us. She straddles my legs, her fingers deftly flicking open the button on my jeans, dragging the zipper down over my erection torturously slow. I rub my palms in slow circles over her jean clad upper thighs, enjoying the expression on her face as her movements become quicker. I sit up, leaning on my elbows, to watch as she slides the jeans down my legs, pulling off my socks before freeing my ankles and throwing my jeans to the side. She slowly makes her way back up, stopping occasionally to nibble, or bite my legs. I can�t feel her actions, but just knowing what she�s doing it, that it�s Max doing it, is enough. I groan when she makes her way past the sensation line, and I can feel her ministrations. She�s undone the exo and has it halfway off before I realise it�s been turned off. She doesn�t give me a chance to miss the use of my legs, straddling my hips and kissing me deeply as soon as it�s out of the way. Our tongues duel for dominance as my hands resume their original task of removing Max�s bra. The clip finally gives way, and I trail my hands up to her shoulders, pushing the straps down her arms slowly. I break the kiss reluctantly, and lean back, marvelling at the site before me. Her breasts rise and falling with each breath, a faint blush shadows her chest, her face is flushed and there�s a wild look in her eyes. She�s absolutely gorgeous. I lift my hand tentatively, my eyes flicking up to her face. Sensing my hesitation, she takes my hand in hers and leads it to her breast. I feel a jolt of pure electricity surge through me at the contact. Her skin feels like silk, like she�s been wrapped in a layer of living silk, groaning, she arches her back invitingly. Regaining my confidence I sit forward, placing a kiss between the valley of her breasts, over her heart, before capturing a taut nipple and sucking it into my mouth. Groaning, she runs her fingers through my hair, holding me to her breast. I bite her gently before lavishing it with my tongue, teasing her other nipple between my thumb and finger. I switch my mouth to the other breast, not wanting it to feel neglected, and fumble blindly with the button on her jeans. Finally popping it open and sliding the zipper down, I slip my hand in, past her panties, and cup her mound in my palm. She groans, pressing herself harder against my hand. �Pants. Off. Now� I say, pulling back only long enough to speak. She leans back onto her heels, shimmying her pants down to her knees before kicking them the rest of the way off. She pulls her panties off as well, flinging them into the distance, grabbing hold of the elastic of my boxers and pulls them down my legs, tossing them in the general direction of her panties, working with Manticore efficiency. She crawls back to me, settling herself over my erection, twin moans released at the contact. I can feel how ready she is, and placing my hands on her hips, I help lift her up and guide her onto my shaft. Encased by her liquid heat I�m sure this is the closest to heaven I�ll ever get. Our eyes lock as she begins to move above me, rocking her hips with slow, steady movements. She leans forward and I capture her face between my hands, placing a chaste kiss against her lips before pressing our foreheads together, our eyes never leaving each other�s. Sitting up, her movements become more desperate, rising until I�m almost out and slamming down hard. I snake a hand down, finding her clitoris pressed between our bodies. She cries out as I flick and then circle the bundle of nerves, massaging it between my fingers. Her pace increases and I feel her inner muscles start to contract, my own orgasm imminent. Tossing her head back, she climaxes, a low throaty moan escaping her lips as her muscles convulse. The feel of her milking me sends me spiralling over the edge, calling out her name as I tumble head first into the sweet recesses of oblivion. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ��EyesOnly will find the truth, the murderers will not be allowed�� I slip into a daydream as the cable hack I prepared on Friday is aired, my thoughts centring on the past few days. We�d scarcely left the apartment all weekend, not content to be out of each other�s company for more than a few seconds, like newly weds on our honeymoon. I remembered to air the hack only after Max had to leave for work, something I�m sure she�ll never let me live down. She left a little over an hour ago, she had to stop by her apartment before heading in, in search of fresh clothes and needing to explain to Cindy about her disappearance over weekend after only a brief phone call Saturday morning telling her not to expect her home for a few days, pulling her away from my apartment early. ��justice. Peace. Out.� I�m jolted back to reality as the recording ends and the screen switches to static. The static disappears and my jaw drops, my hand hovering above the keyboard, frozen in shock. �Oh. Oh My God, Lo�� the sound of Max�s moaning snaps me out of my reverie and I slam my hand down on the key, ending the hack, the site of us �christening� the room, the image of my naked back rising above Max flicking to black. My mind is capable of only one thought. �Fuck�. So how did I do? Please review and let me know. I�m not sure many people appreciate how hard it was to write a sex scene where the female is named, well, Max. I know this sounds like a threat, and I hate threats, but, I wont continue unless I know people are reading, I�m easily put off, but that�s just the way I am. Since it was so popular, I decided to leave this in� I had to do some research for this fic, and it�s in my experience that; Porn is a lot like pro-wrestling � most of the action is fake, and, Porn stars are a lot like pro-wrestlers � just when you think they�re spent, they switch positions and make a come back. |