Stuck Between Them

Chapter 4: it's Denzel Washington

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OMNISCIENT POV:

Sarah kept her distance from Max as he requested. She did not want to mess this up, The Voice liked Max from the beginning, but Sarah also started liking Max since their first time together. But keeping her distance doesn't mean that she ran away from Max, they would chat like casuals neighbors whenever they cross paths.

Max, on the other hand, was so caught up with his studies, he didn't even have time to think about Sarah.

All his feeling came down crashing no him when he came out of his last exam. He was standing outside of the examination hall, all of his friends were talking about how their exams were, how much marks they hope to get, which question they attempted right and which one they did wrong, he was surrounded by his class fellow, they were constantly talking but he paid no attention to them, there was only one person on his mind. He suddenly started walking without even saying goodbye. He needed to get to Sarah he needed to tell her about his feelings. When he got back home Sarah was sitting in front of his apartment door. As soon they saw each other they knew exactly what they both wanted. They wanted each other.

God, she was so beautiful. He had a sudden urge to kiss her. They came up to each other, so gently running his hand along her cheek; he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. They were moist, warm, and parted easily, allowing him in. He probed gently with his tongue, feeling hers, warm and soft, yielding. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him deeper, pulling his head closer to hers and gently probing his mouth with her tongue. He moaned softly and she smiled as she kissed him.

Max unlocked the door and they were inside, they moved toward the bed. As each article of the garment was yanked from Sarah's body, it showed another mark of Sarah's past. The jacket was off, a cut on the left arm, bullet marks, and stitches on the right. As he put his hand under the ham of the shirt to pull it off he felt another array of stitches. He turned Sarah around and kissed her neck, a burn mark was visible on the back. He unclasped her bra and got on the front, there were marks on Sarah's chest which could only be described as cigarette burns.

Max knew these marks all too well he saw these marks on someone else's body, Liza's body. But Liza was not here Sarah was, he pushed all of Liza's thoughts out of his mind and concentrated on Sarah. They made it to the bed Sarah pulled Max's shirt off; The Voice in Sarah's head was quietly enjoying the spectacle. As soon they got on the bed the pants were off. Yet another series of wounds and cuts came to light. Her breasts were so close to him, he slowly ran a hand down her shoulder. She arched her back in anticipation of his touch, and slowly his hand closed around her orb. She moaned audibly as he leaned in and began to kiss her neck, then lower, down her neck and to her chest. He pulled back and stared at her breasts, going over every freckle, and every bump, his hands moved gently pinching and rolling them beneath his fingers. He looked so adorable like he was enamored with her breast. It was almost like they were the First pair he'd ever touched. It was so erotic having him pay so much attention to her breasts, most men never did that. They liked hers of course, but they usually played with them a little, and then charged screaming for home plate... God, she was getting so wet. Little sighs and moans found their way from her lips to his ears, spurring him on. Having her there, kissing her neck and hearing her enjoying every little kiss and touch. He felt like he could stay there for hours holding her.

He moved from one side of her body to the other, just staring, touching, and inspecting every inch of her perfect breasts. He glanced up at her briefly, and seeing her smile, gingerly leaned his head in and licked her nipple as softly as he could manage. She arched her back again and involuntarily scooted closer to him, eager to get her nipple closer to his tongue. She felt her own tongue playing around the outside of her mouth, trying to convince his own what to do to her eagerly awaiting nipples. She moaned louder as he finally sucked the entire nipple into his mouth, running his entire Tongue along the top of it as if it were a large scoop of vanilla. He moved from one breast to the other, planting a thousand gentle kisses on the flesh in between.