Chapter 7
Maximo
I’m awakened in the morning by the sound of the shower. I reach across the bed and can feel the warm indentation Constance left behind. She must have just left the bed. Her side still feels as warm as if she were next to me.
I have a dull headache thudding behind my eyes, but it’s nowhere near the worst hangover I’ve ever felt.
With a groan, I get to my feet, gingerly putting my weight on my still-sore leg, and stretch as much as the healing bruises on my chest will allow.
After making the bed, I wander into the bathroom and run a glass of water from the sink.
“How are you feeling this morning?” I greet Constance as I watch her silhouette through the steamy glass shower door.
“Anxious,” she replies. “I couldn’t sleep well last night. I kept dwelling on what happened and panicking.”
“I hate that. I’m sorry you’re going through this. If you need to talk to someone, I’m here for you. You can wake me up anytime if you need me. If you keep having trouble sleeping, we can get you in to see a doctor, maybe get some medication to help.”
“I don’t think I need any doctors right now,” she says as she cracks the sliding glass door a bit so we can speak more clearly to each other. “Just time. Seeing Melissa today and making sure she’s all right will help. Settling things with the Volkovs, finally, will help even more.”
“Then that’s what we’ll do.” I ready my toothbrush and begin to scrub my teeth, my eyes lingering on Constance’s shadow as she shaves her legs. After I rinse my mouth, I kick off my boxers and slide the shower door back a bit further. “You up for company this morning?”
“Not in here.” She smiles at me. “I’m not feeling nimble enough this morning for shower sex. Wash up and meet me back in the bedroom? I’ll dry my hair a bit and then we can start our day off right.”
With that, she leaves the shower running as she steps past me, pausing long enough to press her hot, wet body into me and kissing me deeply enough that my cock awakens and begins sliding up her thigh.
“Hold that thought.” She grins at me as she rubs a hand down my stomach and then gives me a light graze with her fingertips. She pulls away but gently slaps my bare ass as I step past her into the blasting fury of the shower.
“Gah!” I reach over and turn the hot water down immediately. “Damn, woman. How do you stand that heat?” I gripe as I rub at my scalded arms and chest.
“How do you not like it?” she scoffs at me. “That might be the one thing you and I never see eye-to-eye on, Max. You keep this house chilly and you even bathe in freezing water.”
“I do not,” I protest. “I wash like a normal person. You’re trying to melt the porcelain!”
“I wouldn’t have figured you for a man with sensitive skin,” she teases me right before I hear the hair dryer crank up.
“I’ll have you know I’m very sensitive,” I say as I pick up the shampoo bottle. Holding it up like a microphone, I slide back the shower door and begin singing Coldplay’s “Fix You,” bellowing it off-key so she can hear me over the dryer as I wail the chorus.
“What are you doing?” She laughs at me as she flips her hair over her shoulder so she can turn to face me.
“Serenading you to prove my sensitive nature!” I tell her before I launch back into the song.
She rolls her eyes and turns the dryer up a notch.
It roars like a jet turbine, drowning me out.
With a laugh I slide the shower door closed and get to work with the soap.
I take my time scrubbing and rinsing to give Constance the chance to finish her bathroom routine.
I’ve learned over the last few weeks that after she dries her hair, she likes to work on her makeup.
I want to make sure she has a chance for some normalcy this morning.
When I cut off the water and step out onto the damp rug to find a fresh towel, Constance has already left the bathroom.
I peek into the bedroom as I dry off and see her sitting at the vanity I had added for her, just as I expected, doing something inscrutable with a small brush.
I have no idea what goes into her makeup routine; I only know she always looks beautiful to me.
She smiles at me in the mirror and I wave before ducking back into the bathroom.
I dry myself off and tousle my hair until it settles into place.
It’s almost not fair how much easier it is for me to get ready.
In just a few minutes I’m ready to throw on my clothes and head out the door.
Instead, I saunter back into the bedroom naked and walk over to Constance, kneeling down behind her seat at the vanity.
She’s wearing the bathrobe she took her first night with me.
As I reach around and undo the belt, then reach up to push it down off her shoulders, I notice she isn’t wearing anything at all underneath.
I press my lips into her bare shoulder and nip at her gently with just the lightest graze of teeth as my hands seek out her breasts.
She moans and shifts to lean back into me as she sets her brush down, then reaches back to tangle her hands in my hair and turns her head to pull my lips to hers.
I gently pull her to her feet and around the small stool, her back still pressed up against me.
I turn her around and open her robe until it falls to the ground, then I kiss my way down her neck, breasts, and stomach until I can reach down and pick it up from the floor.
Standing, I take her hand and the robe and guide her over to the bed.
I spread the robe out over the covers before guiding her on top of it, then grab her ankle and begin kissing my way up her leg as I crawl onto the bed with her.
“You’re going to make a mess all over my robe!” She laughs in protest as she falls backwards and spreads her legs to allow me access while my lips work up her thigh.
“We are going to make a mess all over your robe,” I correct her right before I force my tongue oh-so-gently between her lips, licking her inside and out while teasing all around her clit.
She squirms and sighs above me, then begins to moan as I apply more pressure with my tongue.
I work her over until her thighs begin to tremble and she rocks her hips desperately towards me, grinding against my face.
“Oh fuck, I needed that,” she practically wails as she relaxes, still trembling, back into the mattress.
One of her hands is gripping a pillow, which she maneuvers behind her head, while the other is running through my hair.
As she gets herself situated, I begin kissing my way up her belly, stopping to spend time on her breasts, while lining up my cock against her slick entrance.
When I slide my arms underneath her shoulders and line our bodies up, our lips crash and tongues dance against each other.
At the same time, I thrust my hips, sliding into her in one long stroke until my pelvis grinds against her.
She moans into my mouth as her hips buck into me.
I have to plant my elbows into the mattress and hold myself steady as she writhes underneath me.
Making love to this woman is like wrestling a volcano.
She hooks her ankles behind my thighs while her hands knead at the muscles in my back, before sliding up to grasp my hair and hold my head steady while our kiss grows even deeper.
We gasp into each other’s mouths, the heat between us so intense that we both struggle to draw deep breaths.
I lose all sense of time as I’m swept away in the bliss of her eruption, her trembling body and panting moans rushing me towards my own cataclysmic explosion.
I’m so caught up in the bliss of my own orgasm that I squeeze her to me, slamming myself into her so deeply she bites into the muscle of my shoulder and lets out a sound somewhere between a scream and a groan.
“Oh god, are you all right?” I feel a moment of panic, thinking that I’ve hurt her with my final thrust. I try to pull back a bit even as my cock continues to pulse.
“Don’t you dare move,” she warns as she grinds herself against me, then repeats the same low, growling hiss as her mouth seeks out mine for another kiss.
“I’m better than all right,” she sighs as her body begins to relax a few moments later.
“I needed that more than you can know. I’ve been drowning in anxiety since yesterday, on the verge of a panic attack.
I finally feel like I can breathe again. ”
I’m still buried inside of her, nuzzling at her neck. “Good,” I whisper into her ear. “If you feel that anxiety creeping back in and you need another release, I’ll be right here for you, firefly.”
“I’m going to hold you to that.” Constance smiles at me as she slaps me on the ass. “Now, get up and let me go to the bathroom, then I need to try and eat something. Have you heard anything else from Melissa?”
“No, I didn’t have any messages this morning, but it’s early. I’ll get cleaned up and go make some omelets, if you are okay with eggs this morning?”
“That’s perfect.” Constance gives me a quick kiss as we get disentangled. “I guess I’ll have to give up my bathrobe for a bit. It looks like it could use a trip through the washer,” she observes as we get to our feet and both stare at the large damp spot left behind.
“Throw it in the hamper. I have a service that picks up laundry every week and gets it done. There are a couple of other robes you can choose from in my closet.” We both walk into the bathroom, where I towel myself off quickly.
Constance is standing by the toilet and gives me a shoo gesture when I turn to her with a grin. “I can’t pee with you standing there,” she says with a laugh. “Close the door while you’re getting dressed and give me some privacy.”