body. He had tossed away the washrag and soaped up his hands, staring down at

the beautiful vision before him.

What had he done to deserve this much happiness? He thanked the stars

everyday for having crashed onto this planet so that he could be with this

one woman. He knew he would never take her or their life for granted, and he

would always treasure it and Liz into eternity.

As his hand glided up and down her legs, he felt Liz's hips start to move,

and he smiled, his hazel eyes sparkling. His wife was so sensual and

responsive to his touch, that it made Max hard once again.

He saw Liz's eyes open only slightly as they took in his own reaction to her

revived passion. He saw her hot gaze land on his erection and saw her pleased

little smile.

Then she licked her lips and Max groaned. He leaned over the tub and captured

Liz's mouth in a deep hot kiss, sucking her eager tongue into his mouth and

caressing it with his. He loved just kissing Liz. He loved the taste of her

and the feeling of flying they both felt when just kissing. Everything they

did was magical, from holding hands to making love. All of it was explosive.

When Liz arched up again, she sighed and reached for Max. He didn't hesitate..

He climbed in and slid his body across Liz's and both of them sighed at the

renewed contact.

Liz reached for the proud erection that continued to fascinate her, and began

a slow dance up and down his flesh, rubbing her thumb over the tip and

smiling when she felt the all-familiar liquid silk reply to her touch. She

loved the feel of Max everywhere. But she adored the part of him that made

them so different and yet made them one. She loved the way he pulsed and

jumped under her hand, and she knew exactly how to please him and what he

liked best and she gave him everything.

Max's hands weren't idol. His hands first cupped Liz's soft breasts and then

he sucked on her perky nipples. He knew what Liz liked as well.

As he continued to suck on one of her sensitive nipples, his other hand

slowly slid down between their bodies and slipped between her legs. When he

felt Liz's legs part for him, he slid two fingers gently up into her and

slowly glided in and out of her hot center, to the same rhythm that Liz had

on his flesh.

Liz moaned and lifted her hips to meet Max's talented hands. She loved the

feel of him inside her. Any part of him. He was so gentle when she needed him

to be, and she could feel his strong fingers caressing the inside of her

lovingly and slowly, pulling in and out in a smooth fluid motion. Then he

placed his two fingers further up into her and angled his hand, and then he

found her spot. Liz screamed when Max found the spot that made her see stars,

and her legs clenched close around his hand as she rode her orgasm, moving

her hips to his rhythm.

Max swallowed barely able to control his own body, as he watched Liz buck

beneath him and felt her hot silk inner walls close tightly around his

fingers.

Max could feel what he was doing to Liz and felt a burst of excitement

himself.

When Liz finally opened her eyes, she smiled into Max's gold-flecked eyes and

with her own hand still around his now pulsing flesh; she guided him to her

still eager body. Liz needed to feel Max inside of her. They both needed to

feel complete and whole once again.

When Max slid home, they both cried out, and Liz sobbed as her passion built

again. Max began a faster dance this time, showing his own eagerness in the

way he slid in and out of her with his head thrown back, his neck muscles

corded, and his eyes closed tight.

She knew what he was feeling and was amazed at the control Max had. Liz could

feel Max's orgasm build and her head spun. She clung to Max as she felt

herself tumble over the cliff again, this time with him.

Max cried out as he felt his wife's hot silky walls close around his hard

flesh, milking him strongly. When he couldn't take it any longer, he pushed

all the way in and stayed deep inside her as he came into her welcoming body..

Max cried out her name over and over as he continued to pour his soul into

his wife.

*****************

The stars above were brilliant bright twinkling lights against the black

velvet sky. Up here in the mountains, away from all lights, the universe

shown down on the two lovers who sat peacefully looking up at their beauty.

Max sat with his legs spread and a blanket wrapped around him and Liz who was

snuggled between his legs and leaning her head back against her husband's

chest. She smiled; glad he had talked her into coming up on to the roof of

their little home. She had teased him about liking roofs since he'd met her

and he could only agree. She snuggled into Max more and just sighed loving

the peace and tranquility of the night, and the scent of her lover all around

her. Max's big strong arms encircled her, making her feel cherished and warm..

As the horizon began to pinken, getting ready for the new day, Liz sighed and

tilting her head back a little, she kissed the strong neck so close to her

lips. "This was the perfect wedding night. I'll never forget this night for

as long as I live."

Max tightened his arms around her as her lips touched his neck, and her words

touched his heart. He too remembered the night and was simply amazed at his

stamina through out the afternoon and night. He thought Liz had been joking

about christening every room in their cottage, but he realized she'd meant it

when they had snuggled up on the couch in their living room and Liz had

slowly, sensuously seduced him there as well. He smiled at the memory. He

wasn't complaining. Liz was amazing and she made him feel incredible. He just

accepted that they were pure magic together.

"Max…" Liz murmured, starting to nip at his strong sexy neck.

"Hmmmm…" was all Max said. He was just content with Liz in his arms and the

beauty of the new morning upon them.

"Does the roof count as part of the house?" Liz asked looking up at him with

wide-eyed innocence in her beautiful doe eyes.

Max's own eyes widened then narrowed as he felt himself harden again at her

words. He was amazed at how fast his body reacted to Liz. And he was glad

that they were only wearing the blanket around them.

Liz too was amazed at how much she wanted Max. How much she needed to be one

with him again. She wondered if she would ever get enough of him.

Max chuckled at her thoughts. "God I hope not." He whispered before he turned

her to him and covered her waiting mouth with his.

Then he began to kiss his way down her body, searching out her pleasure

points with unerring accuracy, building her passion up once more. Giving

herself up to his passion seemed as familiar and natural as breathing.

Liz felt his love in each lingering touch, each long, sensuous kiss. She

heard it in his husky whispers of approval, his guttural moans of pleasure

when she managed to sneak in a caress of her own. She saw it in his

captivated expression as he watched his hands gliding from her breasts to her

belly to her thighs and calves, then slowly retracing the route.

By the time he brought his mouth back to hers, she couldn't touch him enough,

taste him enough, get close enough or hold him tightly enough. Nothing would

ever be enough to fill the aching void inside her. Nothing but his love, his

passion, his body. Nothing but Max.

The world suddenly flipped over and she was straddling his waist. He reached

between her thighs and touched her giving her a moment's relief from the

escalating need threatening to overwhelm her once more. She let her head drop

back and moved against his fingers.

And then he was there, deep inside her, filling her completely. Gasping at

the joy of it, she raised her head and looked down into his eyes. Oh yes, he

felt the same jolt of sensation, the magical connection that went beyond any

physical joining.

Leaning down, she kissed him with all the depth and wealth of emotion she

felt. He plunged his fingers into her hair and returned the kiss, hot and wet

and deep. Then his hips began to move in a sure, steady rhythm, driving her

up and up. They were climbing together struggling together reaching for that

final magical release once more.

She heard his harsh breaths tearing from his lungs. Her own high, keening

whimpers. Sweat dampened their skin. Her thighs trembled with the effort to

meet and keep up with his wild, demanding thrusts. And then there were there,

bathed in the awesome, wonderful power of their simultaneous release that

went on and on and on.

His arms were there to catch her as she collapsed on top of him, just as

she'd known they would be. She rubbed her check against his smooth now sweaty

chest, then kissed his right nipple and closed her eyes in the most

delightful exhaustion she had ever known. He stroked her back from shoulders

to buttocks before letting his arm fall heavily across her waist.

"I hope you don't want to breathe anytime soon," she murmured, kissing his

nipple again.

"No problem." He smiled against her hair and kissed the top of her head.

"I'll have to get my heart started again first."