16. This Time
Roswell characters not mine.

Part 1

Liz sat lazily by the pool soaking in the sun. Being in a strange city on a business trip was usually exciting, but this time, for some reason, she felt no desire to go site seeing or shopping, at least not yet.

The way things were going she was sure her stay would be extended at least another week or if things went according to plan she might stay here for a while. The fact that the president of the company her firm wanted to do business with was away on a last minute vacation and would not be available for their meeting was, in a way, a plus.

Liz could have a little vacation of her own until Mr. High-and-Mighty G&E Corp. decided to return. For the past three days she had done nothing with her free time but sit by the pool and work on her tan; she would have plenty of time to do other things later.

For now she was content with allowing herself the luxury of relaxing and taking it easy.

Liz adjusted her sunglasses and flipped on to her stomach wishing she were somewhere less public so she could untie her red string bikini and avoid the tan lines. Sighing in resignation, she reached over her head and began spraying tan oil on her back when she felt a shadow blocking her sun.

"Can I help you with that?"

A deep masculine voice startled her. Following the direction of the voice, her gaze slowly traveled upwards to see to whom it belonged. Surely not one of the busboys!

Liz gasped as her eyes took in beautifully bronzed skin on shapely, muscular legs dusted with dark curls. She stopped briefly at the narrow hips, among other obvious things, encased in brief black Speedo's. Her gaze caught the V that disappeared into the waistband of the briefs and slowly followed it up a washboard stomach, muscular chest, and the most amused, arrogant, flashy white smile she had ever seen on a man.

Liz felt herself blush deeply, mortified that she'd been so obvious. Glad she was wearing her sunglasses and that she was lying on her stomach, Liz put her head back down on the lounger and politely denied him.

"Don't play coy. You'll be burned if its not applied properly."

Coy! He had some nerve! Acting as if strange women allowed him to oil their backs all the time!

Well she surely did not go around asking strange men to oil her back, and she wasn't about to start now.

"I'm not playing anything mister, and you are blocking my sun. Would you kindly move?"

Much to Liz's exasperation, he moved, and sat down in the lounger right next to hers.

"Why do women always take things the wrong way? It's not as if I asked you to come up to my room. I simply offered help."

The man continued mumbling about how women always misunderstood especially the good-looking ones who suffered from delusions that men were always after them.

After five minutes of his incessant mumbling she gave in. Never had she met a more irritating person.

"Fine mister. Put oil on my back. Then will you go away?"

"Maybe I don't want to do it anymore. Maybe I should just let you roast!"

"Fine. Whatever! Just shut up already!" She instantly regretted her rudeness, but the man was maddening!

"Testy, testy!"

He clicked his tongue, clearly amused. The man picked up the bottle and sat down on the edge of Liz's lounger. He spritzed her back thoroughly and began rubbing the oil in to her warm skin.

Liz moaned much to her own irritation. She couldn't help it. His hands felt wonderful, strong and warm. Perhaps he was the hotel's masseur. He certainly knew what he was doing.

Liz knew he was taking more time than necessary, but she had been a bit tense, and the big strong hands gently rubbing her muscles felt good. His touch was sensual, almost personal.

A few times she thought she felt him move perilously close to the side of her breasts, or too low, close to her buttocks, but her lulled brain refused to allow her to protest his ministrations. Her body was beginning to respond to his touch and Liz could feel the goose bumps travel up and down her arms and her nipples were becoming uncomfortably hard. She knew she should have said something and not let him take advantage of the situation, but it felt too good.

Liz had to admit she didn't want him to stop. Then, just as she was beginning to completely relax and give in, he stopped.

"There, all done. Now you won't burn, at least not for a while."

"Thank you." She answered a little too curtly, she was sure he could hear the frustration in her voice.

He knew what he had been doing, making her relax and enjoy his touch and even perhaps arouse her. It had been deliberate. Liz had no doubt of that.

"Glad to be of service."

Refusing to look at him, she could almost hear the smile in his voice.

Deciding to ignore him, Liz closed her eyes and enjoyed the sun. Nevertheless, the man meant to make sure she knew he was close.

He moved around in his lounger, rubbing oil into his skin. Liz could hear the whispering of skin against skin, and shook her head to shoo away the mental images of his big hands running all over his muscled, and now oiled, bronzed body. Her attempts to clear her head were fruitless. He did everything possible to deliberately remind her that he was still there.

Ten minutes later her body was on edge. Shocking images of herself straddling his lap while he sat in the lounger, the bright sun shining on his golden naked body played in her mind. What was wrong with her? This man was a complete stranger, and while she agreed that that didn't take away from his sex appeal, she normally didn't fantasize about every good-looking Tom, Dick or Harry that came her way. She decided she couldn't take it anymore and got up from her chair and began gathering her things.

"Ahem, miss?"

Liz somehow knew that she would be stopped. With a sigh of resignation she slipped her sunglasses down her nose a bit and peered at him over the dark lenses.


"Could I ask you for a favor?"

"Let me guess. You want me to rub oil on your back, right?"

He flashed her a bright, wide grin. "How did you guess?"

Liz had to admit he did have a sexy smile. What was she saying? The man was arrogant and presumptuous. So full of himself!

Deliberately suppressing a smile of her own, Liz put her things down and sat on the edge of his lounger. She couldn't refuse.

True, his "favor" had been uninvited, and some might say she was forced into accepting it. Still, the least she could do is return it. After all, it was no big deal; it was just putting some oil on his back! Resigned to get it over with, she sprayed some oil onto his back and began rubbing it into his sun-kissed skin.

His skin was soft and supple. His muscles well defined and hard. Chastising herself for letting her mind wander and bring up the same images as before, she made short work of the task, keeping her touch impersonal and cool.

"There, it's done!" she said clapping her hands as if dusting them off. "Good day mister."

"Max" he replied.

"Excuse me?"

"The name, is not mister. It's Max. What's yours?"

"Busy." Liz quickly turned and walked away.

Later that evening Liz decided to go downstairs to the hotel restaurant for dinner. After taking a nice nap and a long hot shower she had realized that she was hungrier than she had thought and a little restless. The hotel had a nice lounge and dance club and she decided to check it out after dinner.

She picked out a short off-white halter dress with a low back and a deep V neckline to show off her tan and bring out the deep red highlights in her upswept, shoulder-length hair. Gold strappy sandals and gold hoops completed her outfit.

After carefully applying her make-up she took one last look in the mirror. She was not presumptuous in the least, but she did like the way she looked. The short skirt and high heels accented her long legs, and the plunging neckline of her halter top dress revealed a bit more cleavage than she was accustomed to, still, she was satisfied with the way she looked.

She gathered her small evening bag and walked down to the restaurant.

The dinning room was a bit crowded and the maitre d' asked Liz if she'd mind sharing a table with another guest.

Since she was hungry, and it looked like she'd have to wait for a table, she agreed. Liz followed the maitre d' through the softly lit room towards the rear, where a few tables for two had been set up by the large bay windows overlooking the pool.

"Sir, I have a dinner companion for you." The maitre d' announced to a gentleman sitting at one of the tables.

The same arrogant, insolent, cock-sure smile she had seen earlier by the pool was directed at her again.

"On second thought, I think I can wait for a table. I don't want to intrude on anyone's meal." She smiled nervously at the puzzled maitre d' and began to walk away.

"Nonsense! It's no intrusion at all. Please sit." Said the deep, familiar voice. And then to the maitre d' "Please hold my order until Miss Busy is ready and bring her a glass of the house's white wine please."

The man was exasperating! Not wanting to cause a scene Liz reluctantly sat and thanked the waiter for the menu he handed her. She decided to ignore his insolence and just keep things as pleasant as possible, eat quickly and escape to her room.

Once the waiter left them alone Liz thought to set a few things straight and clear the air.

"Listen mister, I don't like you and I agreed to dine with you out of courtesy to the maitre d'. So lets just have our dinner and go, ok? By the way, you have no right to order anything for me, I am perfectly capable of doing that on my own, and my name is not Miss Busy!"

"Are you sure? I could have sworn that was the name you gave me earlier."

Liz sighed and refused to look at him, burying her head in her menu. Hopefully, the cook would be swift and prevent a murder by getting her her order ready quickly!

After a few awkward silent moments the man shifted in his chair and cleared his throat

"Look, miss, I'm sorry if I've said anything to annoy you. Can we call a truce? Perhaps start all over again?" He stretched out his hand towards her in a gesture of friendship. "I'm Max. Glad to meet you."

Liz peered over her menu and sighed. The man was overbearing and arrogant, and still he managed to make her feel like a heel.

She guessed it would do her no harm to accept his truce. It wasn't like she'd have to deal with him forever. In a week or so she'd go back home and never see him again. Perhaps his stay wouldn't be as long as hers and she could probably avoid him most of the time.

She nodded in response; feeling a bit embarrassed by her attitude, and accepted his hand.

"Hello, I'm Liz."

"Liz is a pretty name. It suits you." He smiled sincerely, not arrogant or over-confident like before.

"Thank you."

The waiter came around to take her order and bring her her wine. She had to admit Max had made a good choice with the wine, even if she wouldn't admit it to him.

Throughout the meal Max proved to be good company. Gone were the pretentious attitude and arrogant posture. He was relaxed and enjoying their conversation. His easy demeanor and quick smiles were contagious and soon Liz too relaxed and put down her guard.

For a while she wondered if this man had multiple personalities. He went from God's-gift-to-women-macho-stud-muffin to pleasant company in sixty seconds flat.

What did it matter? She had already decided not to be affected and to avoid him later anyway.

Liz stared out at the pool through the bay window. It had just closed and people were gathering their things from their evening swim and walking past their window.

"Would you like to go for an evening swim?"

"I would love to, but it's too late. The pool is closed."

"Not my pool."

"Your pool?" What on earth was he talking about?

"I'm staying in the penthouse. I have my own private pool." He had an impish gleam in his eyes that almost made her blush.

"Oh! I couldn't impose…" Not in your wildest dreams mister, she thought.

"Oh, it would be no trouble at all. Perhaps you'll change your mind after dancing a bit. Care to join me at the club?"

Why not? After all, she had decided to go to the club after dinner anyway, no harm in going with him. Liz was annoyed with herself.

Although he had gone about it all wrong, the man was trying to be nice.

What was it about him that rubbed her the wrong way? He was sexy as hell and he knew it, but she had dealt with his kind before. The fact that he wanted her and did not even try to hide it? Oh, she had seen the hungry look in his eyes from the start, but his look had not been lecherous in any way.

So why was she acting this way? Liz made a mental note to herself to try to be nicer; after all, it was only dinner and dancing.

After a few drinks and a few whirls around the dance floor with Max, Liz was hot. The air in the club was full with cigarette smoke and alcohol, and the scent of a dozen different perfumes and colognes, and Liz needed a breath of fresh air.

She followed Max outside and sat on a bench in the garden.

"Ready for that swim?"

"It's tempting!" Liz replied while dabbing at the perspiration on her forehead and neck with a napkin.

"Well, lets go. I'll wait outside your door for you to change."

"Max, I don't know if I should."

"Why not? It's still early, and I'm sure you want to cool off a bit. Come on, I'll walk you to your room. No funny stuff, I promise. That is, unless you want it." Max grinned, a devilish grin full of intent, but Liz brushed it off as a joke and smiled back nodding.

Later Liz would ask herself what had convinced her to go for that swim. Perhaps it had been the few drinks she'd had, or the warm night air, maybe even Max' congeniality.

She changed into her red string bikini and grabbed a towel as quickly as she could and stepped out into the hallway where Max waited. They silently rode up the elevators to the top floor.

Liz's gasp of surprise finally broke the silence when she viewed his room.

It was almost as big as her apartment, and lo and behold, just outside sliding glass doors in the sitting area, was a swimming pool. Kidney-shaped with a dark teal bottom, its cool waters looked very inviting.

Liz wasted no time, and while Max changed and prepared them drinks she hurriedly slipped into the pool. Max joined her shortly after, with margaritas in tow.

They talked easily. Liz realized that Max was slowly inching his way closer to her.

Despite the fact that earlier that afternoon she had told himself that she found him utterly odious, this didn't perturb her. He was, after all, a very handsome man.

Liz caught herself on more than one occasion watching his mouth as he spoke, wondering what his lips would feel like against hers.

It didn't take long to find out.

As their conversation flowed, Max got closer. Perhaps it was his nearness combined with the dim lighting from the underwater lights and the margaritas, or perhaps it was Liz's awareness of the virile man before her.

Whatever it was that brought on the silent sexual tension between them, Liz would never know. All she knew was that she couldn't take her eyes off his sensuous lips and her desire must have been mirrored in her eyes. That to Max was an open invitation, and before she knew it his mouth covered hers.

Max's kisses were like a drug. Intoxicating, distracting, and something she couldn't get enough of. She almost cried out in protest as his lips left hers and he abruptly turned her around to face the side of the pool.

Liz could feel his hardness pressing against her bottom, wedging itself between her buttocks through the fabrics of their bathing suits. He kissed her ears and neck, slowly traveling to her shoulders and back, all the while his hands kneaded her breasts.

Liz could do nothing. She no longer had control of her body. With her head laid back on his shoulders, on its own volition her body pressed itself back against Max's hard groin and arched to give him better access to her breasts. Sensing her movements as surrender, Max moved aside the small red triangles that covered her breasts and took each one fully in one hand, testing their delicious weight in his palms and rolling the hardened rosy tips between his fingers.

Liz hadn't realized it until she actually felt it, but Max had slowly moved them around the sides of the pool until he found one of the water jets. His hands slowly moved lower, gently caressing his way down to her inner thighs. The feel of his strong hands and the soft ripples of water were driving her mad, sending chills up her spine and turning her blood into warm honey that stirred and pooled in her belly awaiting release.

There were no abrupt movements, and his slowness was making her insane.

Liz whimpered.

She was aroused enough to claw at his Speedo's and wrap her legs around his hips and impale herself upon him, but Max had other ideas.

He tenderly parted her legs and lifted them until they were hooked on the side of the pool, all the while he whispered in her ear to soothe and calm her. With her back pressed against his hard chest, Liz lifted her arms and held on to the back of his neck for balance, she knew what was about to happen.

Max's hand traveled down her belly to the edge of her bikini bottom. His fingers inched their way under the edge of the fabric and worked their way down, past the neatly trimmed silky curls. Liz felt his finger slither into her, making her almost explode on contact.

"Your is so wet and slick. Does that mean that you are ready for me?" He huskily whispered in her ear.

His finger never stopped moving, maddeningly slow, in and out.

His crude words did nothing but arouse her more. Never had anyone spoken to her that way and she didn't know exactly how to respond.

Liz just nodded.

She wanted him.

She wanted him now.

"I think you can wait just a little, huh? If I promise that you'll like it even better if you wait a little, will you be patient?"

Again Liz nodded.

She could not speak.

There were other things her mouth wanted to do, and talking was not it.

Max inserted another finger and Liz almost cried out. He was torturing her.

She needed release; if only...... She tried to move against him, trying to make him move faster, but he just chuckled.

"Now Liz, you promised…"

"Please…" She begged.

Liz surprised herself. Not long ago this man had seemed arrogant and overbearing, entirely not her type. So full of himself, with an ego the size of the pool. The type of man she thought would only worry about his own pleasure. Yet there she was wanting… no begging… to be full of him and receiving so much pleasure she thought she would fall apart!

Max chuckled again and brought his fingers up to his lips, greedily slurping at her thick juices clinging to them. He then lifted Liz's hips and guided her until the water jet was positioned where he wanted it.

"That's it baby. Is that good? Does this feel good on you? Huh? Mm, can you feel that?" Max whispered.

Liz almost came immediately.

The feel of the water pressure between her legs and Max's husky voice whispering crudely in her ear was more than she could bear. She became tense, knowing what was to happen, and her breaths slowly becoming harder and shallower.

She could feel her blood rushing between her thighs, making her tremble, leaving all other parts of her body until she couldn't even think, or breathe or talk. Her moans and cries became louder as pleasure racked her body until she thought she had completely disintegrated, her particles dissipating in the cool water of the pool.

As her body slowly came back together and her breathing normalized Liz thought she could stand no more. Never in her life, could she remember experiencing such complete release. Her whole body trembled and her limbs would not respond.

Max held her close, his fingers drawing circles around her nipples and down to her belly, murmuring close to her ear, reassuring her that she was still whole.

When she had calmed down a bit, Max turned her around and kissed her fully on the lips. His kisses turned more insistent, his wet velvety tongue diving deep into the recesses of her mouth, inviting hers to come out and play. Liz complied; tangling her tongue with his and tasting the margaritas they had shared earlier.

Max's hands went down from her waist to her bottom, kneading their round softness, pulling her firmly against him, making her feel his arousal.

To Liz, Max' body was impressive. He was beautiful; if a man would accept being called that. His well-chiseled muscles rippled beneath her fingers. The musle on his hard chest tormented her now sensitive breasts. His belly was flat and hard, allowing her to flatten and mold her body to his, making his hardness more pronounced. His long, muscled legs were equally hard and trapped her against the walls of the pool, not that she had any intentions to escape.

Max' hands splayed on her buttocks, he squeezed firmly and began lifting her, slowly rubbing her against the length of him, while his lips and tongue traveled lower until they trapped one of her pert, rosy nipples. Not too gently he held it between his teeth, the sleek tip of his tongue wildly flicking at the tender bud. Liz wrapped her legs around his hips tightly, grinding against his hardness. With her arms around his neck for balance she arched her back and cried out. If he didn't do something soon she would go mad.

Max chuckled. He too was going insane with want, but he wanted to make sure she was well sated before he had his turn. There would be plenty of time for that. Her body was so sweet and pliant. Her breasts and ass filled his hands nicely, and if his fingers were good measure, her pussy would feel tight and hot around him.

But the night was young, and he could wait.

In the meantime he relished the feel of her supple body against his and took his pleasure from her own. He knew he would have her before long, and the waiting would only make it sweeter for both of them.

Max lifted her onto the side of the pool, placing her on the very edge. His gaze trapped hers while his fingers loosened the small bows that held her bikini bottom together and moved the fabric aside.

"You are so beautiful, and so sexy." He whispered as he nuzzled the soft auburn curls before him.

He inhaled deeply, taking in her womanly scent. Max's fingers parted her nether lips and he stood still for a minute, admiring her pink wetness.

His perusal caused her embarrassment. No man had ever just looked at her like that. This man truly enjoyed women, every aspect of them. He enjoyed the way they looked, the way the smelled, and probably the way they tasted.

Liz moaned in frustration, she admired his control, but he had managed to arouse and excite her so much that she truly desired no more foreplay.

But Max wanted more.

"I bet you taste sweet. I must have a taste. Can I taste you? Would you like for me to eat you Liz?"

Liz shook her head in denial.

She wanted him now.

She didn't want to wait anymore.

Max smiled at her and bent his head closer to her. Her legs were spread wide; she was completely open to him and at his mercy. Max took advantage of that and ran his tongue up and down her moist cleft once, making her tremble.

"Now what do you say Liz? Hmm?"

He licked again and again, up and down, completely evading the spot where she needed it most. Liz moaned and moved her hips, bucking against his mouth and crying out in frustration when he held her still. Latching his lips onto the little nub he suckled and began flicking his tongue over it. Around and around he circled, then dipped low to plunge it inside her deep channel. Liz looked down at him. Max' mouth was firmly latched on to her body, his teeth grazing here and there, gently nipping and sometimes not so gently. The rough stubble on his chin heightened the sensations, but she knew she'd have some raw spots later.

His obvious enjoyment of her, the wet, erotic suckling noises, and the warm rush of blood throughout her body were more than she could bear and she felt herself melt into his mouth.

Again, for the second time she felt herself go to pieces, loosing all control. She thought she had heard someone scream and the voice seemed oddly similar to her own. The knuckles on the fingers that gripped his hair had turned white and her legs trembled while Max slurped greedily, drinking from her body as if it were his sustenance.

When he had drunk his fill he kissed his way up to her mouth, allowing her to taste herself on his lips. This too was a new experience for Liz and she found the taste of her own body on his lips very erotic and exciting because with it came the knowledge and the memory of where his lips had been and how they had made her feel.

Liz wanted to return the favor. She wanted him in her mouth. Not waiting for him to decide she quickly slipped off the side of the pool and turned them around, urging him to sit where she had.

As he pushed himself up on the concrete ledge Liz tugged on his Speedo's and pulled them down until she slipped them off his ankles.

Max smiled a smug, contented smile of anticipation. He leaned back on one elbow and tangled his free hand into Liz's brown tresses, guiding her to him.

Liz did not hesitate and took him fully into her mouth in one fell swoop. He was hard, and big, bigger than what she had anticipated. She began sucking slowly, swirling her tongue around the tip and gliding her lips up and down his shaft.

He too, tasted good and Liz savored every bit. She wrapped her fingers around his length and moved her mouth lower flicking the tip of her tongue around the base of his erection.

"Ooh, yes, lick my balls. Mm, you have a delicious mouth Liz!"

Liz complied, smiling to herself. Now it was his turn to wait and suffer! Liz again took him into her mouth and Max began to moan and slightly buck his hips to meet her.

"Suck my cock Liz."

He was moaning in earnest now and Liz knew that if she wanted him inside her at all she would have to stop soon. Still, she could have a little more fun.

Never had she enjoyed doing this so much. To Liz it had been mostly a chore, something she had to do to keep her lover happy, but never had truly enjoyed herself. This time was different.

She enjoyed his silky hardness in her mouth. He was warm and swollen, ready to burst. His hands were holding on to her hair tightly now, his hips bucking faster to meet her mouth, wanting in deeper.

Wallowing in his pleasure, Liz smiled to herself. His groans and moans urged her on. Knowing that she was driving him as crazy and he'd been driving her was making her hotter and hotter.

Max was about to explode.

If he didn't stop her soon it would all be over, and he really did want to fuck her. Looking down at her he could tell she was truly enjoying herself.

Their eyes locked for a moment and then he averted his gaze to look at the rest of her face.

Liz's mouth was hot and moist.

He watched her cheeks hollow with the sucking motions and her lips glide up and down his shaft while he felt her tongue swirling and licking at the tip.

He would not be able to bear much more. As much as he would like to spill himself deep against the back of her throat and watch her swallow his cum, he would much rather be inside her.

When he could bear no more, he held her still and reluctantly withdrew from her mouth and slid back into the water. Their gazes locked. Again he turned her, so her back rested against the edge of the pool, and lifted her placing her into position.

At first he teased her, rubbing the tip of his hard cock up and down her cleft, between her nether lips, completely evading the entrance, wanting her to beg for it.

Liz whimpered and bucked her hips.

Max smiled and ever so slowly entered her, holding himself back, watching the pleasure mirrored on her face.

Liz moaned in ecstasy. She could feel her body slowly adjusting to his size, savoring the feel of him as he disappeared one inch at a time within her moist folds.

When she finally felt him close against her own body she sighed in relief. Never had she felt so full and satiated. It was almost as if her body had been made for this man, and she knew it was just the beginning.

Max waited a moment relishing the feel of her body wrapped around him. Just like he had expected she was very tight, moist and hot. He didn't want to move yet.

The contrast between the cool water and being buried inside her warmth was so gratifying that he didn't want to leave just yet. He held her hips firmly in place and began grinding against her sending her mind in a whirl, but delaying the inevitable for him.

"Do you like this Liz? Huh? Do you like the feel of me buried deep in you?" Max searched her half-closed eyes, but Liz just nodded. "Why don't you tell me what you like? Tell me what you want Liz. Do you want me to stop?"

"No, please…" Liz panted.

She wanted him faster.


"Please what Liz?"

He wanted her to speak. To use the same language he was using. Liz was not accustomed to that either, but she realized that more than once she had consciously refrained from doing so, thinking that he would think badly of her for speaking so crudely.

He pleased her so, even now when his movements within her were so slight but enough to send ripples of desire and pleasure through her.

Max treated her as if she was the one and only, although Liz knew she wasn't. He used her name, not darling or sweetie, letting her know there was no one else on his mind at that moment. Why couldn't she give him a little of what he wanted? Why should it matter now what he thought when she had already thrown caution to the wind and was there, giving herself to him, practically a stranger, in a hotel pool?

Liz opened her eyes and looked straight at his. There was something about people, no matter how unattractive, which Max wasn't, that made them look incredibly sexy when in the throws of passion.

That something was definitely in full view in Max's face.

His deep amber eyes were smoky and slightly closed, and the lower lip of his well-shaped, very kissable mouth was partially trapped by his perfectly white teeth.

Liz wanted him to kiss her, to bite her lips, to leave little purple reminders on her neck for her to look at and blush in remembrance the next morning.

Wrapping her arms around his neck Liz brought her mouth close to his and kissed him fully. Lips, teeth, tongue and all.

"I want you inside me Max." She whispered against his mouth between kisses.

His sharp breath intake told her she'd said what he wanted to hear, and the sudden quickening of his hips told her it had had the desired effect.

Max began moving in earnest, each stroke tightening the coil that had begun winding itself deep in Liz's belly.

Liz could feel even the slightest move. He fit her snugly, so tightly that she had thought he would not fit at all. At first he'd withdraw slowly, until he was almost completely outside, just the hard, blunt tip of his erection inside of her, and then quickly thrust back in until Liz could wait no more.

"Faster Max."

"You want it faster?" His throaty whisper sent goosebumps down her spine.

"Yes. Please. I'm so close. Max, faster, harder."

Max gasped. Without leaving her body, he held her tightly against him and walked to the steps on the shallow end of the pool. He then pulled out, eliciting a moan of frustration from Liz's lips, but he turned her around pushing her down on her hands and knees on the stairs.

"You want faster? I'll give you faster Liz. And harder too."

Max positioned himself behind Liz and quickly thrust into her. Liz gasped. The new position allowed her to feel him in a slightly different way, but definitely fulfilling. The sensations were incredible.

Liz spread her legs and arched her back to take him in deeper, if such a thing was possible. His strong hands on her buttocks held her soundly in place as while she felt him pound away at her insides again and again.

Liz's senses were highly aroused, her own sounds and noises were exciting to her. She could hear the wet, squishy sounds coming from their mating, the water around her thighs lapping at there heated skin, splashing a little with Max' eager thrusting. His heavy breathing and naughty words, and her own panting, groaning and moaning.

"How does this feel Liz? Do you like the way I feel?"

Max began thrusting slowly, but holding his place buried deep inside her and grinding a bit before retreating and beginning again.

Oh, she definitely liked his cock. She had no doubt about it.

A few more thrusts and she would explode. She moaned, thrusting her buttocks upward and back to meet him, and cried out each time he pushed in.

She wanted more, harder, faster.

Liz wanted a true hard fuck.

"What do you want, Liz? Tell me. I'll stop if you don't."

"Please don't." She sobbed.

"Tell me then." He sounded quiet and serious, as if he truly meant it when he'd said he'd stop.

"Fuck me, Max. Harder, faster. Pound me with your cock."

That was all the encouragement he needed.

Max began thrusting in earnest. His hands held her hips firmly, pulling her to him, slamming his hips against the soft creamy globes.

Liz felt her insides tighten around him, increasing the friction. Again her world spiraled, as if the floor had disappeared beneath her and she was suspended in the water while her body burst with a rapturous ecstasy that left her on the verge of loosing consciousness.

Liz screamed, so intense was the feeling.

"Oh, yeah, baby. Was that good? Did you cum good Liz? Now it's my turn Liz. Wanna feel me come?"

Still feeling the rippling waves of her own culmination Liz heard Max' breathing deepen and his groans become louder. Knowing he was close to the edge she pushed back, wanting to feel him burst hotly inside her.

"I'm coming Liz! Mm, feel this honey!"

His final plunges became erratic and stronger and then he held himself still deep inside her.

Liz felt him spew liquid fire, flooding her insides and intensifying the last waves of her climax until she almost came again.

Max leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her waist and while still inside her he rolled over on the steps and sat down, bringing her with him and cradling her on his lap.

His hands gently caressed her while he tenderly kissed her neck, ears and shoulders, whispering his gratitude for a wonderful evening and thanking her body for all the pleasure he had received.

The next morning back in her room Liz received the call she had been waiting for. The president of the company was back and wanted to know if she could come in for their meeting that afternoon.

A little disappointed that her unexpected vacation would be cut short, but glad to get the meeting over with, Liz dressed slowly and carefully. Looking in the mirror she could see a few love-bites Max had left on her shoulders and chest and she had a silly grin on her lips, of satisfaction, no doubt.

Max never told her how long he'd be staying at the hotel, and they hadn't discussed seeing each other again. She hoped she would be able to see him one last time tonight since if all went well she'd most likely be leaving the next day.

Stepping out of the hotel onto the sidewalk she managed to see Max getting into a cab. She tried waving at him but he didn't see her. "No matter", she thought, "I'll see him tonight."

She entered the multi-storied building and announced herself to the receptionist who guided her to a pair of large double doors.

The room was full of people walking around and getting acquainted; twenty people, give or take a few. Her contact spotted her and after brief hellos he hooked her arm in his and dragged her to the other end of the room.

"Liz, let me introduce to you the president of G&E Corporation. Liz Parker, meet Maxwell Philip Evans."

Liz felt the floor give way under her feet and her heart come to a full stop when she looked up and saw amused, knowing amber eyes, and the same arrogant, insolent, cock-sure smile she had seen the day before by the pool.