Everloving

Succumbing to the Euphoria

Indeed; for the first time, the Universe seems to be agreeing with us. With that thought, Max plunged into her warm chocolate eyes and kissed her in earnest, enjoying the feeling of her body molding against his. Without notice, he took her in his arms and walked towards the bedroom, his eyes never leaving hers. She stopped him close to the window.

"What is it?" Max asked, putting her down, gently.

"It's just..." Liz looked around; that balcony had been the center stage of some of the greatest events in their lives, culminating in the most majestic marriage proposal she could've ever dreamed of. She glanced at the wall – the heart that he had painted with their initials was barely showing...

Liz took his hand. "Could you light it again?" She asked, with a wistful smile. Max placed his hand on the bricks dyed red and reignited the symbol of his love. "Thank you! Just promise me one thing: come what may, from this moment on, we won't let fear control us."

"I promise." He said, returning her smile and cradling her gently in his arms, admiring how the heart shone so bright in her gaze. She cupped his face in her hands and brushed her lips against his. The kiss was gentle at first – both of them lost in the soft sweetness of each other's lips. Liz traced his bottom lip, Max flicked out his tongue to taste hers and she felt his breath catch in his throat. They deepened the kiss, savoring each other in their sensual exploration. She wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling their urgency increasing.

An immeasurable need grew deep within her, making her feel that the intensity wasn't enough... Max tore his lips from hers, both gasping for breath. They felt deliciously dizzy and hungry for more kisses. Max scattered kisses on her forehead, cheeks, jaw line, as she tilted her head, giving him access to the soft skin on her neck. He grazed his tongue on her throat, feeling her rampant heartbeat, making his knees tremble. Her hands clutched at his shirt, but it still wasn't enough; she snuggled closer against him, slipping her hands beneath his shirt, marveling at his burning skin. Max couldn't help the pleasurable shudder that her eager touch sparked in his body. He cupped her neck, trailing kisses upward, to that sweet spot behind her ear, feeling her melting against him. The rich sound of her soft moans was the beginning of his undoing.

In the last moment of clarity before succumbing to the euphoria, Max tore away from her. "Liz, we can't..."

"Why?! What's wrong?" She asked, confused, aching for all of him, and seeking the safety of his touch and his warmth again.

Unable to withstand the cold space between them, Max folded his arms around Liz and held her tightly, in an embrace filled with longing. "We can't, not like this," he mumbled, his tone resembling a plea. As much as he wanted to lose himself in that intoxicating passion that consumed both of them, he knew they had to do everything right if they wanted to make this last. This had to last as long as possible!

Liz tried to reason with him, but she couldn't formulate a coherent thought with a beginning, a middle and an end. But just being there, encircled in his arms, listening to his panting breath and his wild heart, left her with no doubts about what he wanted. She held still as he tenderly stroked her cheeks with his thumbs, looking deeply into her eyes. "We can't let this moment end!" He whispered.

Liz was snapped out of her mental fog. "You're right; we can't."