Chapter 24 - Made To Love

Max was having another one of his Emma dreams. She starred in them endless nights, but this one in particular felt so real.

“Max,” she whispered seductively. Her warm body was pressed against his side and her fingers trailed down his bare chest.

“Lower, baby,” he murmured, starting to feel the familiar blood rush down through his body. Even in his dreams, she was always teasing him.

Her fingers stilled for a moment, before continuing their path down his abs.

“Are you sure?” she asked hesitantly.

“Yes, Emma. Touch me. I know you want to,” he breathed.

Her hand skimmed the waist of his boxers, before she ambitiously ran her fingers down the length of him over the cotton fabric.

He jerked so hard at her touch he knew at that moment he had to be awake. He rubbed his eyes and sure enough found Emma staring down at him, a mischievous look in her eyes.

“God, Max. You certainly don’t disappoint,” she whispered.

“Emma. What are you doing, baby?” he asked, bringing her hand back up his chest as reality hit.

“I couldn’t sleep,” she shrugged. “I thought you were awake. You kept saying my name.”

“Fuck.” What else had he said?

“Yeah, you kept saying that too,” she grinned.

“C’mon you little monkey,” he said pulling her legs around his waist and getting out of bed. “You shouldn’t be here. This futon isn’t comfortable enough for you.”

“But, Max…” she tried to protest as he walked her across the apartment to the other room. Her room.

He placed her on top of the fluffy bed, immediately pulling the covers over her. “Sleep, sweetheart,” he said getting up to leave.

“Don’t go. Stay with me,” she said wrapping her delicate fingers around his arm.

“Baby, you know I can’t.”

“Max, I want you to. I want you,” she breathed, slowly pulling the covers away from her. It was dark in the room but the moonlight was shining against the bed and that is when he really saw her for the first time.

Holy fuck. He thought he was still dreaming when he saw her dressed in the sexiest lingerie he had ever seen. It was a black transparent slip of some kind with a bodice that pushed out her full breasts and accentuated her tiny waist and hips, and included a matching thong underneath.

“Emma,” he almost choked and instantly went to touch the material around her ribs.

She chuckled in satisfaction. “Mia told me you would have that reaction.”

“She put you up to this?”

“She said it would help,” she shrugged.

“Help what?”

“Notice me,” she said a bit dejected.

“Emma, I always notice you. I can tell you where all of your birthmarks are, starting with the one on your neck, right below your left ear.”

She seemed touched by that bit of information, but then shook her head. “You don’t look at me the same. Why don’t you want me?”

“I do. I want you more than anything,” he quickly assured her.

“But?” she asked.

He sighed and ran his fingers up her arms, and stopped to place them over one of her bruises. “I was giving you time to recover. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” she protested.

“You don’t know that.”

“I’m not broken. I swear they don’t hurt anymore. They look a lot worse than what it actually is. I’m completely fine.”

He hesitated and looked down her body again. It turned out to be a big mistake, as a flood of desire ripped through his body.

“Max,” she pleaded. “Make me forget him.”

All was lost at those simple words. He first attacked her mouth, wanting to do exactly that. He immediately brought her body down the bed, hovering over her. He kissed her neck and then his way down to her chest, bringing the straps from her slip down.

“God, I don’t know if I want to take this off or keep it on,” he said as his mouth skimmed her breasts. He ended up pulling the bottom up from her thighs, kissing her stomach in the process.

“Take it off, Max. I want to feel you closer,” she said.

Within seconds the precious garment was off and he had her breasts in his mouth. He was devouring her now. She was all perfect skin, hot breaths, and delightful moans and couldn’t seem to slow down even if he wanted to.

He brought two fingers beneath her underwear and pressed into her right away. She was so wet and ready he groaned on contact while she cried out.

“I’m sorry baby, I promise I’ll go slow next time. I want you too much right now,” he whispered against her neck.

“No, don’t slow down. I need this,” she said.

He began massaging her with his thumb, while he licked her nipples in the same circular motion. “Hmm, Max,” she gasped.

“Do you want to come for me, baby?”

“Yes, Max please.”

He pulled his fingers out of her and she immediately whimpered. “I need to taste you. I want to see you climax.”

She writhed beneath him in response as he pulled off her panties and lowered himself on her. He kissed her inner thighs, taking in her scent, before pushing her legs open a bit more. She smelled delicious and was certain she would taste equally as much.

She jumped at the first lick against her and he thought he had died and gone to heaven. It was better than he could have ever imagined.

“So fucking sweet,” he said as he continued in the same exact spot.

“Oh god,” she responded clutching at the sheets on the bed.

He grabbed her hands and placed them behind his neck. He wanted to feel those hands clutch against the back of his hair instead. “Guide me, baby. Show me what you like,” he said as he started going faster.

Her fingers quickly tangled through his hair, pulling on it just like he wanted, but barely moving him from place. Her whimpers got louder, the angelic sounds fueling his body.

“Max...I’m already there,” she cried.

“Good girl. I want to bury myself inside you.”

She exploded right then and there. Hell yeah, his girl liked it when he talked dirty. He turned back to soothing her slowly as the tremors wracked through her.

He moved back up her frame, kissing her stomach, her belly button, her ribs. He felt his dick twitch in anticipation and realized he had never been so rock hard in his life.

Emma suddenly sat up and began kissing his chest as she yanked off his boxers. Her hand eagerly slid down him and grabbed him at the base.

“God yes,” he let out as she began to stroke him. Her hands on him like that was an inexplicable feeling. She began going faster and he knew she would need to stop soon before this party ended too soon.

“Emma, baby. I want to be inside you.” He gently pushed her back on the bed, aligning her lithe body beneath his.

He looked into her beautiful green eyes before kissing her mouth. He started rubbing against her, just above her entrance where he wanted to be the most.

“Remember what I told you, baby? Not having anything between us?”

“Yes. Oh, please Max. I need you now,” she said lifting her hips, seeking him.

Sliding into her was the most perfect thing in the world. She tilted her head back as he stretched her and she took him in, her eyes going wide.

“Holy shit,” she almost shrieked. “You’re so big,” she said biting her lip.

“You make me feel like a God, Emma. Did you know that, baby?” he said pushing deeper into her. Fuck, she was so incredibly tight. She felt better than anything.

He took a moment to appreciate the true beauty beneath him. She was so perfect. He had dreamed about this since he first laid eyes on her, and there were so many times he thought this would never happen between them. So many times he had hoped for this beyond his wildest imagination just to turn around and rule it back out. It just made it all that sweeter.

“Max. If you don’t start moving soon, I’m gonna scream,” she whispered.

He chuckled. Feisty as always. “Don’t worry baby. I’ll have you screaming in no time.”

He pushed out of her and back in, slowly creating a rhythm for them. Damn, if she wasn’t responsive. Their bodies were perfectly attuned, connected without a sliver of space between them. It was a pure tango as they moved against each other in a close embrace, sweeping together across the floor. She was the follow to his lead in impeccable cat and mouse fashion. It was like they were dancing to the same song from a private orchestra and it was currently stuck on repeat of the accordion solo.

He reached for her legs and slid them around his waist, deepening their angle. Her heels pressed against his thighs as her fingers dug into his back. He searched again for her mouth, desperately seeking more. He needed more of her even as she was already giving him everything she had.

“Tell me you’re mine, Emma,” he whispered in her ear.

His hand reached between their bodies and started trailing around her breasts.

“Yes, I’m yours. I’ve always been yours. I saved myself for you,” she answered in between pants.

He moaned at her answer, trying to assess exactly what she meant by that last part. She felt so pliable to his touch, he really hoped it could only mean one thing.

“Since when, baby?”

He lowered his hand down her stomach, until he started rubbing her most sensitive area. He was already beginning to get close and needed her with him.

“Since you first kissed me. You’re the only one who’s touched me,” she said slowly between breaths.

Something surged inside him at that admission. It made his body go wild for her and intensified each and every of his movements. “Mine. Only mine,” he chanted.

“Max,” she cried out, suddenly tightening around him. Her orgasm hit him hard and unexpectedly, bringing him to his own. He pumped into her a few more times before her name came out of his lips in adoration and released into her over and over again.

His body sagged against hers and he breathed against her neck as he came back down. He kissed her all over her face, before he finally took her mouth again in his. He never wanted to come out of her, he would stay like this forever if he could.

He looked into her sated eyes that now owned every part of him and would always will. “I love you, Emma. I’m so in love with you.”

She smiled brightly at him. “I’m so in love with you, too.”

He kissed her forehead, running his fingers through her hair. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” he asked, suddenly worried.

“No, Max. It was incredible.”

“You’re incredible,” he beamed. He kissed her lips and with a sigh, gently pulled out of her, where he earned a final gasp from Emma.

He brought her to his chest, running his fingers down her back and kissing the top of her head. They stayed like that for a while, until she stirred in his arms.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, remembering they hadn’t used a rubber. He pulled her off the bed and directed her towards the bathroom.

He went to turn on the shower and checked the water temperature. “I don’t want you to be aching tomorrow,” he explained.

He turned around to see Emma fidgeting nervously in the corner, trying to cover her body.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he asked going to her. He pulled her arms away, straightening them next to her. “It’s a sin to cover this work of art,” he said taking a moment to appreciate her flawless beauty.

He led her into to the shower, letting the hot water cascade over them as he hugged her into his body. He reached for the soap and washed her, occasionally planting kisses on her soft skin.

She was being incredibly timid. He noticed she hadn’t said anything for a while. In fact, the last words she had spoken were in the bedroom. “Why are you getting shy on me, sweetheart?”

“I’m sorry, I guess I’m just not used to all this,” she said quietly.

“All this?” he asked confused. “We’re just taking a shower, Em.”

“I know,” she said closing her eyes. “Roy was the rollover type of guy, so I’m not used to having this kind of...treatment afterwards.”

He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Baby, you deserve this, okay? I’m telling you right now I’m always going to pamper you after. I can’t help it. I want you even more now that I’ve had you and I can’t stay away from you even if I tried.”

She nodded her head at him. It blew his mind how innocent she was with certain things. Grabbing her face, he duck his head down and kissed her meaningfully, just in case she hadn’t received the message yet.

He grabbed the soap and quickly started rubbing his chest. She hesitantly reached for it. “Can I do that?”

“Always,” he grinned at her, placing the soap in her hand. She began washing him, her delicate fingers trailing over him, almost in wonder. He couldn’t help the goose bumps that broke over his skin as she touched him.

He could already feel the need for her starting to build again, so he quickly rinsed them off and turned off the shower. He didn’t want to push her any further tonight. They would have plenty of time for that later.

He wrapped a towel around her and helped dry her off before tugging one around his waist. He brought her back to bed, settling in next to her.

“Don’t you want to grab some clothes?” she asked.

He shook his head. “I’m sleeping naked with you tonight. I need to feel your warm body against mine.”

She swallowed and slowly pulled her towel off beneath the covers. “Okay,” she agreed, summing up the courage. This was obviously new for her too. It was becoming more and more obvious he had a slew of bad habits to break. He would rid each and every one of them.

He scrapped his own towel and pulled her next to him so that they were chest to chest, their bodies melding together. Her scent enveloped him and he breathed in fulfillment. It was as if she was made for him. He felt whole like this. He now understood the meaning of soul meets body. This was it...this moment.

“Em, can I ask you something?” he asked, looking into her eyes. “You don’t have to answer this if you don’t want to, but when was the last time you and Roy were together?”

“It’s okay. I was actually thinking the same thing earlier. I honestly can’t remember. It was very few times since we arrived to Spain. I want to say October, maybe.”

“I went crazy so many times thinking you...never mind,” he said letting out a deep breath.

“Why do you think I got so mad when we fought? It wasn’t even a possibility anymore.”

“I’m sorry, Em. I shouldn’t have accused you of that.”

“You didn’t know. Roy and I...we were over a long time ago. Things just fell apart when we got here. I guess we were both just holding onto something that wasn’t even there. If I had been completely honest with myself, I should have ended things with him back in December.”

“Baby. I’m sorry you had to go through all that. I feel like an ass. I probably made things a whole lot more difficult for you.”

“No, Max. If it weren’t for you...I don’t know what I would have done. Probably cry myself to sleep every day. I was a mess.”

“All that’s over now. We have each other and I’m not letting you go.”

“Promise?”

“Yes, I promise with every fiber of my body. We’re going to make this work.”

She sighed contentedly, resting her head in the nook of his shoulder. He rolled her around, so that she was lying on top of him.

“I can’t believe this was all mine for the last four months and I didn’t even know it,” he said as he ran his fingers down her back. “In retrospect, I should have been far more shameless with you.”

She crossed her arms on his chest, resting her head over them as she looked into his eyes. “I guess I did it subconsciously. I don’t think I realized it at the time, but in my mind Roy and I were finished and I only wanted you to be the one touching me. You were the one I wanted.”

His chest filled with pride at her words. “Thank you,” he whispered, not really knowing how else to express his gratitude for what she did for him. He wanted to kiss her endless, but she was too far away. He ended up rolling her underneath him so he could taste those amazing lips.

She giggled against him and slowly broke the kiss. She stared up into his eyes, a look of almost awe in her expression.

“What?” he asked curiously.

“Nothing,” she shrugged. “You’re just really easy to roll around with. I’ve always felt a bit...suffocated like this. The extra poundage and all,” she said looking embarrassed.

“Hmm. I never thought I would get those points in my favor,” he chuckled.

She reached up to kiss him, and then felt her hands push against his chest. With her direction, he let himself fall back on his side and looked back at her curiously again.

Her eyes were wide with amusement, and her smile had never been so big. “That was amazing,” she said.

“You are seriously over inflating my ego, sweetheart,” he said pulling her close to him again.

She just laughed as she easily settled against him.

“Em?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you really mine?” His question was spoken so low, it was barely audible to his own ears.

“Of course. Why do you even have to ask?” she immediately replied.

“It would kill me if you changed your mind. I’m scared that maybe you need more time or that I’m just a rebound,” he admitted. He immediately felt stupid for putting that out there and possibly ruining the moment.

“Max, I won’t,” she said, her face turning very serious. “I’m scared too...about a lot of things. But I’m certain of the way I feel about you. None of those things will happen, I promise.”

“I’m not doubting you. It’s just...I’ve wanted this for so long that now it seems too good to be true.”

“Trust me, this is real. It’s the most real thing I’ve ever felt. Do we need to reenact tonight all over again so you can see?” she asked playfully.

“Maybe tomorrow. And the next day. And every day after that,” he relented.

“It’s a deal. I love you, Max.”

“I love you, Em.”