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Part 1 of Sharpwin S4 Series
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More Joy

Summary:

Fix it scene for More Joy. No angst. Just the good stuff.

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Sunlight streamed in through the large penthouse windows and the brightness caused Max to stir in his sleep. His internal clock sensed that it was still early enough that he could keep his eyes closed which he did. Until someone pressed against him lightly and he cautiously cracked open an eye to take in his surroundings.

A mess of dark hair was in front of him and that scent--he'd know it anywhere as Helen. It was soft and flowery but it lingered on her skin and in her surroundings. She was curled into him, the perfect mix of soft curves and lean strength. Not wanting to move in case this was yet another dream Max pressed closer and was met with a murmur of approval from an actual sleeping Helen.

Both of Max's eyes snapped open at the sound she made as she closed the little space that had been between them. The fog of sleep started to clear as the events of last night replayed in his mind in technicolor.

She'd left him a voicemail and then they'd run into each other at the hospital as he left for the day. He had been so stunned to see her--she wasn't due to return until the next day. He realized she'd flown back early to surprise him and he'd nearly bungled their reunion by mentioning his ring. It was a token of his past. An albatross that carried the weight of his guilt. It had been a protective barrier for so long he couldn't explain the warring feelings of peace and panic he'd felt when he noticed it was missing that morning.

Weighing the desire to see Helen and move things forward between them without consciously letting go of his past had weighed on him all day. By the time he'd seen her he'd only just found the ring and as per usual he'd shared the events of his day with Helen only to feel like a complete heel when her face fell as he'd mentioned and showed her his ring.

That wasn't how their reunion was supposed to go. He had made plans to take the next day off so that he could be there to pick her up from the airport and lay everything on the line with Helen. After she walked away after their talk he knew he had to make amends. To spend some time with her. She'd been gone for weeks and not seeing her, not knowing she was near had wreaked havoc on his emotions. Work was an just an exercise in going through the motions as it seemed as though his future was delayed. He'd known she needed to take the time off and was glad she did but the timing wasn't ideal.

Prior to her departure they'd been on the cusp of things spilling over. He was grateful she'd taken what he was sure his pitiful puppy eyes in she had agreed to him walking her home. The walk proved to be an example of the strength of their palpable connection. It didn't need words or touch to evoke feeling. They felt the string that connected them even when his long strides had taken him slightly ahead of her, the invisible string stopped him in place. He'd turned around to find her stopped and looking at him. They communicated in that uncanny way that was unique to them. She'd stopped and tilted her head with a small smile that played on her lips and he'd mirrored her. She walked towards him and he walked backwards until their strides matched and they continued forward.

It had been a long and short journey for the both of them and neither seemed ready to let it end but after repeating his departing good night to her she'd given him another soft small and waited until he began his journey home before she closed the door. As he retraced their steps back he couldn't stop the turmoil inside of him from spilling over.

Floyd and Karen's words rattled around in his head as did Helen's. The ring that had never held significant weight now felt like it was strangling him. Cutting off his circulation and oxygen supply. Max took deep breaths to try and steady himself and tamp down the storm inside of him. When he reach a stop he couldn't take it anymore.

Why was he still holding on to something that was long gone when his future was in front of him? How many times had they gotten close only for one of them to pull back? He was tired and he knew that Helen was damn tired. She deserved more than someone who was still clinging to the past.

Decision made Max took off his ring and put it into his pocket. He shook his head as if he was going to be struck down for having committed a crime. No such thing happened and that was enough to spur him to turn and run back to his future. He'd hoped she was still awake and didn't have time to even think about what he'd say or do.

His long strides ate the distance between them and he was back at her door, knocking. He hoped her neighbors didn't mind but everything inside of him told him that this was the right time. They'd already waited long enough. Her hall light turned on and then she was there and opened the door. Her face held a look of surprise.

Arms braced on both sides of her now open doorway he could imagine the picture he presented. He was breathing heavily from his run and before anything was said he stalked through the doorway and stood in front of her.

She looked as if she'd run down the stairs to answer the door as her breathing matched the intensity of his. He looked down at Helen's face and was once again struck by the sheer beauty of her. His arms lifted to pull her in as her free hand slid under his jacket to grab him. Her other hand that held the door open slammed it closed.

As soon as their lips crashed together there was fireworks. Imaginary. Real. Either way it felt as though a powder keg had been lit and he sensed that there'd be no going back. They began to make their way upstairs and Max thought there were far too many. That was until Helen's tongue snaked into his mouth and he responded by pulling her closer. Although he slammed his hand against the wall to try and protect her, Helen's head bumped into the wall.

"Ow!" She exclaimed briefly.

"Are you okay?" Max asked when he managed to squeeze the words out between their frenzied kisses. He cradled his hands around her head as if he could take away her pain.

Helen responded by pushing him backwards and gripped his head between her hands and pushed him against the opposite wall. Their mouths and tongues continued battling for supremacy. He snaked his arms around her in response and ran them down her back until they rested on her ass. He gave it a quick squeeze as Helen's arm wrapped around his neck and she pulled him upstairs while their mouths remained fused together.

As they stumbled into her penthouse Max paused kissing as he remarked, "Your place is huge."

Helen continued raining kisses on him--his face, his mouth, his neck. She pulled back and asked sarcastically, ""Do you want a tour?"

Max flung off his jacket as they continued making out. They reached a carpeted space and though he noticed a bed in another part of the room he removed Helen's shirt and she helped him pull his off. He reached around her back and undid her bra quickly with his right right.

Now they were skin to skin and he brought both hands around to caress the expanse of her back. He marveled at the softness of her. The contact caused a shiver to run through her and he swore it passed through him as well. Their kiss became less hurried and they actually pulled their faces back to stare at each other. Both looked as if they couldn't believe it was real.

Max's hands slid from her shoulders to loosely hold Helen's neck. His left went to caress her face. He couldn't help the smile that came. He met her eyes and looked down still in disbelief that he was there and this was happening. He wrapped his left arm back around her to pull her close and ran his right down the other side of her face. Her eyes sparkled back at him and he read the desire on display.

Their lips connected and this time their tongues explored each other at a slower, less hurried pace. He felt her arms wrap across his back and shoulders as Helen rocked against him. He rocked upward to meet her with his own impatient thrust and was rewarded with her nails as they scored his back. He wanted more. To know that he evoked that response increased his drive to give her pleasure.

Helen nudged him forward and they fell onto the floor with her on top of him. Max was happy to be on the bottom for the moment, content to let her explore and take what she wanted from him. It wasn't long before she dragged her mouth away from his only to press soft kisses to his chest. By the time she reached pants, she pressed a kiss to his arousal which strained against his jeans.

She rolled to the side and they both shed their pants. Max pulled off his boxer briefs and when Helen moved to slide her panties down he shook his head and said, "I'll take care of those in a bit."

Helen crawled back on top of him and licked his Adonis belt causing him to slam his hands onto the rug they laid on. When she gripped him, Max dug his hands into the carpet only for his arms to fly up as he took the tip of him into her mouth.

Fuck. How many times had he imagined her mouth around him? It didn't matter because his imagination had nothing on the real Helen Sharpe.

She hummed and licked the underside of his the tip which caused him to jerk up. His hands flew down to her head and he slid his hands through her soft locs and braids as she continued to suck him. Between her mouth and hands he was going to embarrass himself if he didn't switch things up.

"Helen, that's enough. It's my turn now. I've waited long enough." He pulled her up and gave a lazy kiss before he pushed her onto her back. When she laid before him in just her panties Max sat back for a moment trying to memorize everything about her. She looked up at him with a smirk and that spurred him into action.

"Open up for me." He said it softly and nipped her thigh when she took her time. The black lace was nice enough but it was in his way. Still, he leaned forward to press a kiss to her mound through them before he tore them off of her.

"Oi, Max, those were expensive!" Helen exclaimed with a giggle as she spread her legs.

"I'll get you more but you might not need them since I'll keep tearing them off," Max replied with a smirk. He winked at her but his eyes told her just how serious his statement was.

Max laid down and shouldered his way between her open legs and gazed up at her. This was really happening. He was about to verify that Helen was even sweeter than she smelled which was pretty damn intoxicating. His hands squeezed her thighs before he leaned down and began to trail kisses along the inside of her thighs. Helen couldn't stay still so he tightened his grip on her thighs and held her in place.

"Dr. Sharpe, I need to complete a thorough examination and I can't have you obstructing my view." He nipped her thigh before resting his head on her stomach.

"Max, if you don't get on with it!" Helen's frustration thickened her accent and he pressed a kiss her to her stomach.

"As the lady wishes. I have to maintain my reputation for good bedside manner after all," he laughed. Max didn't waste any time with pretense and stuck his tongue out and gave her a long lick along her slit that quieted her before she began moaning. Her hands came down to grip his hair as he continued his ministrations. He alternated between licks and kisses as she began to open up even more. He paid special attention to her clit and once she wet his beard the first time, he added a finger.

She gripped him so tightly Max murmured his approval against her. He knew sliding home into her would be life altering. It wasn't long before her body relaxed more and he added another finger and increased his focus on her pleasure. This was his new purpose in life. Having Helen in his arms, falling apart in the best way possible.

As she began to buck against his mouth as she neared her third release his free hand slid up to lightly squeeze her neck as her body began to quake. He hummed as more of her essence coated his beard. He couldn't get enough of her taste but she pulled him up and as the tip of him grazed her clit they both shuddered. Max rocked back onto his heels and marveled at the contrast of them. He gripped his dick and tapped it against her before she nodded and he slid inside of her.

Home. That's what it felt like. That's what Helen had become for him. In the space of a second he knew the trajectory of his life had changed. She met his thrust and they began a dance as old as time.

Helen took her turn on top and he bucked up to meet every bounce with a thrust of his own. After she rode herself to another orgasm, Max picked her up and walked them to the bed, each step causing her to clench around him. He gripped her headboard and alternated between shallow strokes to deep strokes that guaranteed them both pleasure. As Helen's nails raked down his back, he pressed kisses to her neck. His teeth grazed a spot under her ear that he'd discovered was sensitive and he sucked as he intended to leave his mark on her.

"Cum for me, Helen. One more time," he insisted.

"Max, it's too much. I can't," she moaned.

"You will," he promised and strummed her clit with his hand, intent on bringing her over the edge again.

"Let go, I've got you," he said. Helen squeezed his back and she squeezed him deeper inside as she dragged both of them into bliss. He was certain he blacked out for a second from the force of the pleasure he'd just experienced and when he opened his eyes Helen looked back up at him as relaxed as he'd ever seen her.

"Ready for round two, Helen?" Max smiled and interlaced his fingers with hers. He moved to roll off of her and she grunted her displeasure. He draped her across him and pressed a kiss to her forehead as her breathing deepened. He got up and found her bathroom and after cleaning himself, found a washcloth and returned to the bed to clean Helen. She murmured as he cleaned her but her eyes remained closed. He walked back and found his cell to text the babysitter that he needed her to keep Luna overnight and ensured that he'd extra for the overnight stay. With Luna taken care of he put his phone back into his pocket and returned to the other lady in his life. Once he settled back onto the bed with her, he pulled the blanket over them and got the best sleep he'd gotten since she'd left.

 

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