The Tempted and The Temptress

Chapter 19

I was desperate.  This wasn’t going to work out and I was not going to bring a baby into a union that wasn’t full of love.  Max didn’t buy the baby not making it.  Matter of fact there is so much friction in our relationship now, even more so than before. More than anything, he just looks amazingly hurt. 

            I guess I just didn’t think he would figure it out so quickly.

            We are just a few hours away from the reception where we show everyone how much we are in love with each other and we haven’t even spoken in the past few days.  What was so wonderful before, dinner and making love all night was replaced in an instant with the hostile, awkward moments, and brushes throughout the house.  I moved to the guest bedroom just so that he wouldn’t have to see me or lay those sad brown eyes on me.

            Last night, we did bump into each other by accident. I was in the bathroom washing off my face after my shower, when Max came into the bathroom. He had gotten something in his eye and didn’t see me at the sink. I stepped out of his way and tried my best to move quick enough to get out of his way and avoid him seeing me, but somehow I was standing too close and the nearest towel he felt was mine.  I let out a yelp, which he heard and then he just looked at me, after wiping his eye.  His face was still dripping and my towel, which had fallen quite a bit since he pulled it, was barely covering my body. 

            Max had a longing look in his eyes. I held my breath, so worried about what he would do and say.  He stood up slowly, towering over me, and let the towel fall to the floor. I stood naked in front of him and watched him have war with himself.  I knew the moment that he would kiss me and it felt like so many years passed before it happened. But when it did, it was like so many times before.

            Suddenly, I was being lifted on to the sink and devoured on the countertop.  His hands found every part of me and touched me to my core.  I screamed at the feel of his mouth on my breasts, even more sensitive than before, and leaving me longing for him.

            “Come for me, lady,” I heard him say as his fingered were pushing in and out of my garden. I couldn’t resist and my body arched to the familiar cadence that was our music. 

            “Max,” I moaned. He lay be back against the mirror, putting an arm behind my back to prop me up and spread my legs.  Max pressed into me and I couldn’t control how quick the first orgasm came.

            “That’s right baby, make the music I like,” he said, continuing to push in.  He reached his hand down and started to play with my little nub.  I started to come again, within a minute of my first one.

            “Max, baby, please,” I said.  I knew I would be begging him to stop in a second. I was just so sensitive all over and he was taking advantage of everything he knew about my body.

            “Take it higher,” Max said.  And he continued, this time pressing in so deep that my head just fell back.  I was so grateful for his arm because I knew it would have be my head against the mirror otherwise.

            I screamed even louder and felt Max join my moment of joy when he suddenly arched and was still.  When came back to earth I could still feel him throbbing inside of me.

            I felt him wipe away the tears I didn’t know I had cried as I opened eyes I didn’t know I had closed.  He was looked at me, and the flash of hurt once again in his eyes.

            “From now on, we do not sleep apart,” he said, as he picked me up off the counter and carried me to his room.  He placed me on the bed in the middle and pulled the covers over me.  Max then went to sit in the chair in the room.

            I sat up looking at him.

            “Go to sleep,” he said.

            “Are you coming to join me,” I said.

            “Go to sleep,” he repeated.

            I lay down on the bed and tried my best to get some sleep.

            This morning I woke up to an empty bed and the sound of people moving around downstairs.  It was just a couple of minutes before I heard knocking on my door.

            “Who is it?” I called, as I sat up and put on my robe.  Max opened the door.

            “Cindy’s on her way up,” he said. “There’s a lot going on, but we can manage without you for a few hours.”

            “Are you sure?  I know your mom wanted my help.”

            “No, I wouldn’t want to harm the baby in anyway. We wouldn’t want to lose it,” he said.

            Before I could retort, Cindy popped her head in the door.

            “Hi sweetie!” Cindy said, cheerily.

            “I’ll leave you two,” said Max, and we heard the door slam.

            “Trouble in paradise?” asked Cindy.  I couldn’t help it.  I started to cry and once again told Cindy everything that was going on.

            “You guys will just have to learn the hard way,” Cindy said.

            “What do you mean?”  I asked, blowing my nose.

            “Sometimes it’s not what you say, but how you treat each other.  Not everyone has the means to say how much they love you the way you want them to.

            I sighed. “Whatever you say.”

            “I do know, trust me,” Cindy said.  “Now let’s get you ready for the crowd.”