Coming of Age (9 page)

His eyes traveled down her body, taking in the slight curve of belly and the tight wet curls that topped her sex, neatly trimmed to accommodate the tiny bikini bottom she’d worn.

His eyes moved back up and he saw her smile when he reached her face. “You going to shower in your shorts?”

A sudden bout of nervousness gripped him. He’d never been naked in front of her. What if she thought he was gross? Or what if his package wasn’t what she’d hoped?

She seemed to sense his nervousness and stepped up close, her fingers going to the button of his shorts, but her eyes glued to his. In seconds, his shorts were sliding down his hips then his legs.

Livi smiled up at him, ran her right hand over his hip to his stomach, and then lower. When she took him in her hand, his knees almost went weak.

“Ready for that shower?” She asked softly, rising up on tiptoes to nip his chin.

“Yeah.” His response was a hoarse croak.

She didn’t release him, but put her free hand on his hip and stepped backward into the walk-in shower, pulling him with her.

Hot water cascaded over them, rivulets running across her shoulders and down over her breasts. She smiled up at him and released him to pick up a bottle of shampoo. Max had not been washed by any hands but his own since he was a small child. This was nothing like anything he’d experienced.

“Kneel down,” she said as she poured shampoo in her hand. “You’re too tall, I can’t reach your hair very well.”

He complied, finding that the position put him eye-level with her navel. His eyes moved down. Just inches away was the holy grail, at least to a man. He reached up, placing his hands on her ass. She wiggled against his hands but continued to wash his hair. “Okay, stand up,” she directed and guided him face first into the spray of water to rinse.

Max nearly jumped when he felt her hands, slick with soap, work around his body to his penis. She stroked him for a minute then turned her attention to his back. She started at the top of his shoulders and worked down. Her touch was not that of someone at a task. She took her time, feeling every inch of his skin, murmuring to him, telling him how beautiful he was.

When she reached his ass, she leaned up, running her left hand around to his cock. Her left hand moved between the cleft of his ass, over his anus and to his balls. Max nearly staggered and reached out, bracing himself with both hands against the shower wall in front of him.

After a minute of pleasure that was close to overwhelming, she squatted down behind him, washing his legs. When she rose and turned his back to the spray, she smiled up at him and began to soap the front of his body.

Extra attention was paid to his cock and balls, and all the while, she kept her eyes glued to his. It was wonderful and horrifying at the same time. He was going to come at any moment. “You need to stop,” he put one hand on hers to stay her motion.

“Not yet,” she argued and turned him toward the water. When he was rinsed, she turned him to face her and knelt down in front of him.

Max had to reach for the side walls when she took him in her mouth. She worked her tongue against the head of his cock, taking him deep inside her mouth then pulling back. Over and again, one sublime stroke after another.

When her left hand came up and her fingers stroked over the bottom of his balls, he had to bite back a groan. He could feel an orgasm coming, like a big train barreling down the tracks ready to sweep him away. And he could do nothing to stop it except shudder and hang on as it swept over him.

Livi stood and leaned in as if to kiss him. He embarrassed himself by pulling back. She just smiled. “Can’t quite get into the idea of tasting yourself on me? That’s okay.”

She stuck her hand between her legs and inserted two fingers into her vagina. His eyes glued to the motion of her hands and his cock experienced a sudden resurgence of life. She removed her fingers and pressed them against his lips.

He opened his mouth and took her fingers into it. One taste and he reached up to take her hand, laving each finger from tip to the knuckle of her hand. Her eyes watched, the blue of her irises deepening to the color of twilight and the pupils enlarging.

Max pulled her to him and kissed her. It was a unique experience, her taste combining with his. She reached between them to the thickening length of his cock and gave an appreciative little moan.

Suddenly the heat of the water started to diminish and Max realized that she still had sand in her hair. “My turn,” he said and picked up the shampoo. “We might have to hurry. We’re running out of hot water.”

“Don’t hurry,” she replied. “You can keep me warm.”

“I’ll do my best.”

While he soaped her hair, she stroked him, kissing his chest, running her tongue over and round his nipples. It was not an easy task to keep his mind on what he was doing but he managed to wash the sand from her hair.

He soaped his hands and ran them over her shoulders. She raised her arms and leaned back against the shower wall, submitting to his touch. He worked up to her fingers and trapped her hands against the wall with his own, pressing against her to capture her lips. She accepted the kiss eagerly.

Max ended the kiss and moved his hands slowly down her arms to the sides of her breasts, then in to track over them, feeling the hard nipples against his palms. She gave a breathy little moan and thrust her breasts forward more into his hands.

He cupped her breasts, running his thumbs around the tightened skin of the areola then the nipple. Her breathing quickened and a flush rose on her skin. “Slow,” she whispered. “Soft.”

Max followed her desire, seeing on her face that he was giving her pleasure. When the soap on his hands started to deplete, he directed her into the water then turned her again to face him and began to soap her stomach.

His hands moved over her hips and back up, then down, over the tight curls of her mons and into the vee of her thighs. Her sex was plump and wet and when he cupped it, felt hot to his hand.

Livi moaned when he worked his middle finger inside her and pressed against his hand. “Yes. Yes.”

Her whisper brought his cock to full erection again. He pulled her against him, felt her writhe against him, riding his hand. When his thumb brushed over her clit, she gasped. “Oh god. Max.”

Max understood the tone. It filled him with a kind of excitement he’d never known. He was the one making her come. He could take her over the edge. Or, he could prolong it. He opted for drawing it out and removed his hand.

“Awww, it’s so wrong to leave a girl hanging like that,” she protested teasingly.

“I won’t leave you hanging,” he promised and turned her to rinse then turned off the water.

He grabbed a towel and dried her. She took another towel and tried to dry him and it ended up a hit and miss endeavor that had him snatching both towels, chucking them to the floor and sweeping her up in his arms.

Max carried her to the bed and placed her beside it. He stripped back the bedcovers then pressed her back onto the bed, spreading her legs to kneel between them. Livi looked up at him. “Tell me what you want, Max.”

“You. All of you.”

“I’m yours.”

His. All of the things he’d imagined and dreamed of doing went through his mind. He was so eager he didn’t know what he wanted first. And suddenly it came to him. He wanted to make her want him, to give her such pleasure that she wouldn’t ever want another man.

He wanted to seduce her with his touch and his love. “What do you want? “ He braced himself with his arms on either side of her and leaned down, running his tongue over one nipple, at first with the flat of his tongue, softly stroking, circling the areola, and then passing over the nipple.

“That.” She murmured and stretched appreciatively, pressing her breasts up. “Touch me, taste me. Take me slowly and completely.”

He sucked her nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the nipple; at the same time, moving his left him to the other breast, teasing the nipple with his thumb.

Livi stretched, writhed, and wiggled beneath him. He felt some kind of strange power rise inside him, something he didn’t quite understand but something that made him feel strong and powerful. His touch did this. His.

He moved down her body, kissing and biting. When he reached her sex, he moved his hands to spread her, exposing her clit. One touch of his tongue on her clit and her fingers were tightening in his hair, her pelvis arching up against his mouth.

He had never imagined her taste would be so sweet. He took his time, teasing her clit until her body virtually quivered then moving to plunge his tongue inside her and hear her moan and gasp his name.

When he did let her come, she body quaked against him and she groaned his name. Max moved up her body, holding himself aloft above her with one hand on the bed. He guided himself to her wet center.

Livi bucked up to meet him, wrapping her legs around his body, and pulling him deep inside her. Nothing had ever, or would probably ever feel as good as the feel of her tight sex gripping his cock, her legs tightened around him and her hands gripping his shoulders.

Max never heard another sound other than that of her breath or his name on her lips. He didn’t know if time was passing or standing still. Nothing else mattered or existed. There was only the two of them; locked in a dance of love that opened a door he had not known existed, the door that led to unity.

Sex was far more than he had dreamed. It wasn’t just physical even though the sensations were nearly overwhelming they were so intense. It was something that transcended the physical. He felt like he and Livy were linked, heart, and mind. He could feel what she wanted and responded in answer to those feelings.

In turn, he felt her fulfilling needs he did not have to express in words. As corny as it sounded, it truly was a dance of love that ended separation. He was not alone. She was with him, part of him.

He gave himself to it, not caring what lay beyond that wonderful moment. And when they finally lay exhausted in one another’s arms with dawn creeping upon them, he hear her soft whisper. “Happy Birthday Max. I love you.”

 He was right. Today changed everything. Today he came of age. Today he had won her love and from now on, nothing would be the same.

Chapter Six

                                                                    The Present                                         

Max leaned back in his chair, using the heels of his hands to press against his eyes, as if that would blot away the memories and free him from their power. He’d once heard that you never really remember a feeling. You remember “feeling” but you don’t recall the actual feeling and experience it again. If that were true then he had to be some kind of freak, because he could sink back into those feelings all too easily.

And it got him nowhere. Well, if he was honest, it did benefit him. It was because he could access those feelings that he was able to write the book, and now, with luck, the script. His editor had told him that he had the ability to make her believe that what she read was something real, something happening to someone, somewhere.

If she only knew.

Max got up and went into the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee. As he worked, his mind turned to what happened after he and Livi came back from the beach.

A smile rose unbidden to his face. He was like someone obsessed after they returned. He couldn’t think of anything but her. When he was not with her, it was misery and when he was, he couldn’t keep his hands off her.

If it bothered her, she never let him know. They stole moments whenever they could. Before work, in-between clients and after work. Max was rarely home except to sleep. His parents thought he was with his friends, when in reality, he was with Livi.

He was in love and everything was right with the world. June passed in a blur of happiness. Then July rolled around and he looked forward to the July 4
^th
weekend. His parents always spent a long weekend at the lake house and this year he’d told them he wanted to stay home. Which meant he would be at Livi’s for four days. Four uninterrupted days and nights. He couldn’t wait.

July 2001