Truth or Dare

The ride back to the hotel is silent. Alexandro tries to keep the conversation going but neither Fran or Maxwell is in the mood for trivial talk. They are both absorbed in their own thoughts.

It’s still dazzling for Fran. If that lady hadn’t bumped into her she would have told him. She would have blurted t out, for sure. What would have happened. Would he have run from her, like yesterday in the club or would he have taken her in her arms. She had no idea. But still it felt good to tell him. To be all open and honest. If he couldn’t she could at least show him that she could. It might be easier for him then.

She looks to hide ide again watching Maxwell staring out of the window. Does he know what she was about to say? If he does, has it scared him? Has it pushed him further away again? All Fran knows is that she wouldn’t want to drag this dance on forever. Someone has to be honest or they will end up dancing in circles for years. It is everything or nothing. Back in New York she would just be Miss Fine again. If there is a chance of getting to him it will be this holiday. He is relaxed now and had let his walls down for a bit. But she doesn’t want to push him further from her now. How did love become so complicated?

Maxwell is watching the scenery fly by. Everywhere he sees couples holding hands, kissing, walking arm in arm. Love wasn’t so difficult when judging from these people. Since when had it become so difficult for him. Since it was so overwhelming, so earth shattering? He wished he could just give himself to Fran. Let her show him how love could be for them. He longed for her hand to guide him. If she would extend that hand to him he would take it. He would close his eyes and jump in with her.

He knows she was just about to lend him that hand but then they were interrupted. Was it a force from above? Not wanting them to be together? He’d show Him! He could do what he bloody well wanted. Or was it Sara preventing him from falling in love again? No, Sara wasn’t like that. She would want happiness for him and his children. And she would have seen instantly that he had already fallen in love with Fran long ago. No force could stop that ….. no force….

The words keep echoing in his mind.

Alex drops them off at the hotel and they say their goodbyes. Both Fran and Maxwell feel like freshing up before going back in the city again.

“You take the shower first Fran?” Maxwell says upon entering the room. “I just want to lay down for a few minutes.

“Okay” Fran answers putting her small bag on the floor. “I’ll be finished in a second”.

“Oh don’t rush” Maxwell replies as he falls down on the bed.

He hears the shower being turned on. The water is loudly splashing against the tiles on the floor. Then the noise subsides a bit. He knows she has entered the shower. The water is running on her soft naked skin now. Maxwell tries to discard all images that poison his mind at the moment.

Fran lets the hot water run along her body. She tries to clear her mind from all the thoughts she had been having this weekend. Everything went so fast, and for her it couldn’t go fast enough. There is no one else she can ever love more than this man and all she wants now is to feel that love all around her. To refresh her mind she starts singing a song again.

Maxwell hears her singing again. He smiles to himself. He never really noticed her doing that in the house. A wave of happiness suddenly hits him. Here he is in a expensive hotel room in a breath taking city with a lively and gorgeous woman in the shower. He could do worse.

Suddenly the singing stops. “Mr Sheffield” she yells. Waiting a few seconds. “Ma—aaaaaaaax!” she yells again with her sharp voice.

Maxwell quickly recovers from his thoughts. “Yes?” he yells back to her. The shower is turned off now.

“Can you hand me my towel? It’s on my beauty case” she calls out.

“Uh..okay” Maxwell rises from his bed to look for the towel. He finds it instantly folded on top of her beauty case. He moves towards the bathroom door. Hesitating to open it. Here she is, all naked behind glass and he is just handing her a towel and walking away. He could do that.

He takes in a big gulp of air and opens the door.

Fran is still under the shower with the water turned of and the lass closed. He cannot see through the glass jmakemake out a blurry coloured silhouette of her body.

She slides the glass door apart jsligslightly to poke her arm through it. “Thank you she says before taking the towel.

He puts the towel in her wet hand and remains standing. Watching her throwing the towel over the wet door and turning on the water again.

He is still standing there. Not able to move. Narrowing his eyes he can easily make out her figure through the glass and he can’t help staring at it. He tries with all his willpower to walk away, to make his feet move but they don’t. He just keeps gazing through the glass at her.

Fran sees him through the glass. He is not moving. She watches him standing there motionless for a whole minute.

Then she decides it’s time to put an end to this whole cat and mouse game. She slowly slides the glass door open.

Maxwell’s jaw falls as he watches the door move aside. He sees Fran’s slender fingers around the corner of the glass, putting enough pressure on it to slide it open. The water is still running. Maxwell’s first urge is to look away, to not embarrass himself, or her. But he can’t. She’s here and opening up to him. He can’t walk away now. The urge to stay is much to strong.

Fran takes a big gulp of breath as the door slides eve even more. In just an instant she will be face to face with Maxwell Sheffield, stock naked. The thought scares her and entices here at the same time. There is no going back, she just has to do this.

Maxwell watches the door slide even further aside. He arm and shoulder already become visible. He feels his breathing fasten with every movement of that door. Then before he realises it, the glass is gone and there she is. All natural in front of him.

He looks at her motionless, his mouth open and his arms hanging limp beside his body. She is a dream. She is everything and more than he ever desired. Her skin is wet and tanned, damped hot from the water that runs beside it. She is perfect, beyond perfect. Her wet hair sticks to her shoulders, beneath he can make out her collarbones supporting her neck. Then he swallows, his eyes meet her breasts. They are round like he has felt them on the beach. Her nipples look soft, dark with a pink tip. He swears he has never seen anything more beautiful than that. Underneath is her familiar stomach, flat and feminine altogether. Her hips are even sexier completely bare, than in the tightest jeans. He doesn’t feel embarrassed looking at her the way he does. He knows she wants him to see her like this. His eyes shift downwards. He can clearly make out where the fabric of her bikini pants hbeenbeen. In that white triangle is a small strip of dark hairs visible. Then her legs start. Those long alluring legs that haunt him in his dreams.

Fran watches him looking at her. She canost ost feel his eyes burning on her body. His mouth is slig aja ajar and his chest is moving erratically from his breathing. Does he like what he sees? She knows the answer as he looks back into her eyes. His mouth opens further, a deep breath comes out as he shakes his head slowly. He closes his eyes shortly to reopen them again. “Oh, Fran” it comes out hoarse, out of the deepest depths within him. Then he takes a step in to the shower and drawing her up against the wall, placing his mouth hungrily on hers.

Maxwell feels the hot water soaking his hair and clothes as he the warmth of Fran’s mouth is upon his. Their lips are brushing wildly against each other while his tongue takes possession of hers. His hands are flat against the tiles of the shower booth. Afraid to touch her, to violate her naked skin. He feels her hands ywheywhere on his wet polo. She’s tearing at it, trying to cut him loose. He keeps drinking in more of her. The water runs in floods down their faces and through their lips.

Fran feels the hot water sipping in her mouth every time Maxwell’s lips readjust to hers. He is hungrily biting at her lips as their tongues keep colliding in a heated battle. She can hardly breath as he totally takes possession of her mouth. She feels his wet clothing against her naked body, clearly feeling his arousal underneath. With her hands she tries to tear of the strong cotton, yearning to have his skin on hers. She wants him to touch her but his hands are still on the wall, centring all her erotic feelings around her mouth. She has never been kissed like this before. Previous kisses with Maxwell were completely earth shattering but this one beats them all. Everything he neglects to do with his hands, he shows with his mouth, leaving Fran hungrier than ever for his touch.

Maxwell is lost within her. The warmth of her mouth is intoxicating. He can’t get enough of her taste. He has never kissed a woman like this before and never believed it to be possible to get so much sexual gratification from a kiss. His hands are burning to touch her but he doesn’t dare. Not before he has told her what his mind is screaming right now. First he needs to taste her again and again without the abandon he is used to having. The way she answers his heated bites are addicting. He has to have her again and again until he is out of breath.

He firmly pulls away in the middle of passion, letting his lower lip slap back from the imprisonment of her teeth. The hot water is still pouring down on both of them. Maxwell sees Fran’s lips being bright red, swollen from his kiss. His hands are still on the wall. He draws his body slightly away from her so there’s no physical contact except for their heavy breaths on each others face.

“Fran” Maxwell starts as his breathing hasn’t regulated itself yet. “I love you”.

Fran looks at him in silence as she reaches out with her hand to touch his wet cheek. “I love you too” she whispers.

He gives her a soft kiss on her lips and withdraws again.

“I want you” he says huskily looking straight at her again. “I have wanted you since the day we met.”

She buries her hands in his wet hair, brushing her lips slightly against his. “Then show me” her voice sounds low and unsteady through the pouring water.

Maxwell kisses her once more, now letting one hand move down her back and letting the other one rest on the side of her neck. His fingers trace her spine downwards as his other moves down to her shoulders.

Fran has sneaked her hands under his wet polo. She lets her hands move to his back and roams her fingers over his wet skin. Maxwell’s hand has reached her buttocks now, feeling the fullness of it as his mouth travels to her neck. He tells himself to slow down, wanting to show her fully what she means to him. He lips are softly nipping at her slender neck as his hand is supporting her head tilt to the side. He pushes her lower section into him, letting her feel his arousal thr his his wet shorts. She moans, which encourages him to proceed.


Fran is desperately trying to get his shirt off of him. She pulls it up to his armpits now, so she can feel his naked upper body against her own. Maxwell then releases her and with one motion he tears his polo over his head and throws it on the floor.

Fran puts her hands on his body. It feels good to finally touch him the way she had dreamed of so often. She lets her hands slide over his soaking torso looking down at it, enjoying the feel and the view. Maxwell watches Fran touching him. Her being naked in front of him with her fingers on his chest is almost unbearable. He closes his eyes and snaps his had back letting the water pour down on his cheeks. Then he moves his head downwards again, opening his eyes and letting the water drip from his face.

Fran’s hands have moved down to his stomach now, getting closer to his soaked shorts. Maxwell reaches out for her face, putting a finger under her chin so she has to look him in the eye again.

“You are so beautiful” his voice sounds unfamiliar to himself. “Please let me touch you”. He draws his face closer to hers again and presses his lips on hers. His kiss is soft but passionate, exploring her mouth thoroughly. His hands are on both sides of her face now. Then he lets his hands travel downwards, followed by his lips. He strokes her shoulders and then kisses it softly. Nipping the hot water from her skin. He touches her collarbones with his fingers and then sucks on one, letting his lips glide across the hard bone.

His hands are right under her armpits now as his mouth travels down to her chest, drinking in the water that pours down her skin. When he comes to the place where her flesh gets rounder and softer he looks up at her. Feeling the heavy shower on his face. “Please” Fran cries, watching him while he sets her body on fire. She doesn’t know anymore whether the steam around them is caused by the water or her hot skin.

Maxwell softly bites in the soft flesh above her nipple, moving his tongue over the skin, around her sensitive area. His hands are still holding her on the sides of her body. He only wants her to feel his mouth there, nothing else.

Fran rests against the tiles behind her, her face out of reach from the shower. The feeling of the water touching her while Maxwell’s mouth is working his way around her nipple is truly sensual. Her nipples are burning, screaming for him to finally touch them but he is still occupied with the soft flesh around it.

Then Fran digs her hands into Maxwell’s dark curls pulling at them to guide him to exact spot she needs to feel his lips.

“Maxwell, please!” he hears her cry through the noise of the water. It’s all he needs to open his mouth and close his lips around the dark but. As he starts sucking it he notices her nipple to tighten even more, sending him in an equal frenzy. He puts his hands behind her back for support and once again sucks on the hard but, pushing his tongue against the pink top.

“Oh My God” Fran doesn’t care how loud she screams and whether the entire city can hear her or not. What this man does to her body is so incredibly intense that her surroundings don’t seem to exist anymore.

Maxwell now shifts to her other breast giving it an equal treatment. He feels Fran pushing her lower body into his chest. Her nipple feels tight and exciting as he moves his tongue over it. God, everything is exciting about her, he thinks to himself. He just feels so bloody good making her beg for him. This perfect, goddess is screaming his name. Loving his touch and loving what he does to her. He sucks on the hard top again, loving to hear her moan and moving her hands through his hair. He wants her to enjoy this, to enjoy him. He would do anything to please her at the moment.

He now moves his hands to her hips and lets his mouth follow a path to her belly. He takes his time kissing the skin during his journey. He then moves his hand to her buttocks, grasping in her flesh. Fran moans again, a little softer this time. Soon he reaches her belly button, seeing the water flush trough it. With the tip of his tongue he traces around that little button, feeling the water run down the sides of his tongue. He softly dips into that small hole on her stomach. Pushing her rear a little more to him he dips his tongue harder in it, sucking out the water that centres there. He feels Fran’s hand tighten around his head.

While he is so busy tasting her skin, he feels his own hard sex pushing against the wet cloth of his shorts. She is barely touching him, yet tasting her and making her cry out in pleasure makes him so ready for her. But it’s not about him right now, all he focuses on is her body and finding every single sensitive spot she has. He has never known it to be so enticing to just touch a body. But it was hers and he has dreamed about this incredible creature for so long, finally touching her drives him out of his mind.

His lips trail further down as his hands are still on her rear. He is squeezing it softly, loving the soft feel of those sexy buttocks of hers against his hands. He then feels his lips tickle from the soft hairs on the spot between her legs. He smiles to her skin as he continues downwards. He has often fantasised how she would taste there. How wet he could make her. Now they were both entirely wet, making the challenge even more alluring.

Fran looks down at him, seeing only his black wet curls entwined with her hands. Her skin is burning from every touch and every kiss. No man had ever touched her like this, taking his time to make her squirm with pleasure. It feels good to have him worship her body the way he did. She can’t believe it’s Maxwell Sheffield doing this to her. The handsome uptight Brit, she has loved for so long. The kisses they shared had already shown a passionate side of him but now he turns out to be the most enticing lover she could ever imagine. She now feels his lips far below, making the excitement in her centre grow. No man had ever kissed her there before.

Maxwell is on his knees now looking up at Fran. He needs her permission for this. He wants it so badly. The need to taste her and make her scream is heavier than he can bare. But he has to make sure she wants it as much as he does.

Fran looks down to why he has stopped. The sight of this man on his knees in front of her, looking up through the pouring water is the most beautiful and exciting thing she has ever seen. His looks questioningly at her. Fran can’t speak, her throat is clogged with emotions. She just nods, not exactly knowing what for.

With her permission Maxwell brings his hands up front. Pushing her legs a little apart. He then holds his hands on the sides of her hips and places a soft kiss on her sensitive spot. Her hands are still in his hair and he can tell by the tightness with what she is holding him, it already excites her. Then he sticks out his tongue to finally taste her.

“Ohhhhhhhhh ….. my…. Mr. Sheffield” Fran screams out incoherently. Her knees feel weak. She feels she is about to tumble down as all her energy is now centred between her legs.

Maxwell continues his assault on her, having now found her most sensitive area. He moves his hands up to her breasts, softly rubbing them with his thumbs. In between he is using his tongue and lips to his best effort to drive her crazy …. and it works.

Fran’s body is out of control now, she can’t think. She can only feel him and what he’s doing to her. Unconsciously she pushes herself harder against his mouth to have him even closer. The hot water gushing down on her body flows in irregular traces down her skin as her movements become wilder. For support she has to grasp the wall, “Oh no, Max.. Max .. Max” she screams as she feels her body tingle all over starting an explosion inside her being.

With all the power she has inside her she uses one hand to pull is head away. Her back crashes to the tiles behind her while one hand is still in his hair.

Maxwell directly gets up his feet again, pulling her to him. “Darling” he whispers as he waits for her erratic breathing to calm down. He pulls back and wipes the strands of hair from her flushed face. Fran looks at him, still breathing heavily. “Maxwell” she finally brings out. “I want you to be inside me when I’m coming”.

Maxwell swallows, the only thing keeping him sane now are the big pours of water against the back of his head. Those words from her mouth are more than he can take. He pushes his head back again to receive the water, opening his mouth to let it wash through his inside. He wants to give her a clean taste again.

Fran looks at him, his naked body wet and enticing in front of her. His shorts are still on, clearly showing off his
arousal for her. With one movement she puts her hands on the back of his wet shorts and pulls his midsection into her. His hardness is now pushing against her.

“Fraaa---aaan” Maxwell cries out, his head still tilted back. He directly wraps his arms around her back and starts kissing her again, letting her drink the water that comes from his mouth. She has her hands on his tush now and pushes it hard within her while she rocks her hips against him. Maxwell feels like he is about to die right there. Her breasts are pressed against his torso while he feels himself pressing against her warm spot. Only a piece of wet cotton prevents him from entering her.

He moves his hands down her buttocks and lifts her up slightly. He feels her putting her legs around his midsection, squeezing him hard with her thighs. He leans his upper body back from her. ‘Oh my God, Fran” he stammers breathlessly. She has leaned back from him as well, making her full breasts pointing upwards, water falling hard on it.. He can’t resist, he leans forward, letting her skull rest against the wall and having her thighs still around his hips. His hands are supporting her slender back. His mouth reaches out for the tight dark spot he needs to taste again. Hungrily he bites it, encouraged by Fran’s screaming. In between he pushes himself hard against her. Almost feeling the tip of his sex explode from the contact.

Fran grinds into him as well, starting to hate the thin cotton of his shorts, preventing her from feeling him entirely. With one motion she tears down the cloth from his rear. She lets one hand wander over the naked flesh, pinching it with need.

Maxwell reaches for air, releasing her nipple. The need to feel her right now is uncontrollably strong.

He movis his hands down to his own hips and pulls his shorts down, kicking the wet cotton on the floor. He is holding her stock naked now.

Fran instantly feels him pushing against her. She reaches out with one hand to feel him, to stroke him. He is harder than she could have imagined him being. She feels the veins throbbing against her fingers. Slowly she strokes it, feeling it pushing harder against her.

Maxwell steps forward now pushing her back against the wall again. “Woman I need you” he hoarsely says as his lips are only inches from hers now.

Fran moves her head forwards to let her lips touch his slightly “Then…. Take me” she says with a deep tone, digging her nails into his buttocks.

This is all too much for him. With a firm push he reaches inside of her crying out in ecstasy. She feels him hard in her warm tightness, a gulf of heat envelopes her bode. He is pushing into her firmly while one hand holds her rear in place and the other is stroking the side of her face.

“Fran, tell me I am not dreaming” he cries in between breath, looking at her straight while he is moving madly inside of her.

Fran can’t smile, the feeling is too strong. She digs a hand in the flesh of his neck as she clings even more to him. “If this is a dream” he voice is overruled by a short cry as she feels Maxwell moving even further inside of her. “It’s the best friggin’ dream I’ve ever had.”

With that Maxwell pushes his mouth upon hers, letting his tongue move in the same rhythm as the rest of him. It doesn’t take long for them both to grasp for air again, feeling their insides explode. They cling to each other, their bodies moving uncontrollably, building up to an incredible climax.

It hits Maxwell first. With a long cry he snaps his had back, feeling Fran’s insides milking him to the point of madness. Then Fran is overcome as well, feeling her head bang against the wall as she lets out a high pitched scream which can surely be heard throughout the entire hotel.