“It sure is,” I murmur, settling on the take out idea over grocery shopping before I turn around, speechless for a moment.
“It sure is,” I repeat to myself, swallowing hard as my eyes scan Phoebe from behind.
She’s changed.
Changed out of what she was wearing and into not much else.
Not the underwear I saw her get into earlier, that’s for sure.
Keeping her back to me, I can see her shivering. Her breathing rapid as she stands in the light by the door.
It must be the one bag she insisted on carrying from the store, some fine French lingerie that I never saw her picking out.
My mouth is dry and I feel a little dizzy. All the blood rushing from my head straight to the aching hardness in my pants.
“You don’t think it’s silly?” she asks me, turning around, finally letting me see her front on as I let out a low groan, unzipping myself as I move over to her.
Catching her as she swoons into my arms. Her whole body trembling with what I thought might be cold or nerves but is sheer arousal.
“I want you, Max,” she whispers, then whimpers as my hand cups her chest, the other supporting her as I lean her back and kiss her hard on the mouth.
“I thought we were waiting?” I ask, but her head shakes violently from side to side. Her hands reaching for my zipper and tugging my thick length free from my pants as she starts to pump at it furiously.
“I want you to fuck me, Max, right here,” she tells me. With the magic of her lingerie having worked, I can see it’s time to give my queen what she needs most of all.
I scoop her up into my arms and leaving the door open so Trixie can come back in when she needs to, I carry Phoebe upstairs to my bed.
Our bed now.
Laying her down gently, she pulls me down on top of her, grabbing my shirt with both hands and forcing all my weight onto her, which only makes her moan louder.
“Today’s been perfect,” she whispers. “I need you to take me now before I wake up and all this has been a dream.”
“It’s no dream,” I remind her, promising her every day can be like this.
“I’m yours, Max. Take me. Show me how to do it, show me how to please you,” she adds, and I feel my heart go.
“It’s me who wants to pleasure you, Phoebe,” I tell her, running my hands all over her, wanting to watch her in her lingerie for just a little longer, but she's like an animal in heat.
“Then take me, Max. Show me,” she gasps again, her eyes rolling back as she starts to tremble all over again, one of my hands pulling the lace of her panties to one side and easing two thick fingers straight into her sweet hole.
“Like this?” I ask her, knowing she’s craving something thicker and hotter to fill her up.
She moans so loudly, making me think it’s too much, but she purrs just as loud after a moment, starting to twist and flex her hips as she lifts her behind and takes all she can, begging for more.
I trace my fingers across her lips, letting her taste her own arousal then sliding out of my own clothes I moan with her, feeling her near nakedness against mine.
The lace is so fine, it’s like she’s wearing nothing, and the gossamer waves of the little see-through little robe she has on teases my aching head before it presses against her warm belly when I kiss her.
Holding myself up over her with both my arms, I can feel one of her hands tracing up an arm, gripping as much of my tense muscles between her fingers while her other hand finds her prize.
I let Phoebe take charge of my throbbing manhood, guiding what she feels most comfortable with inside seeing as this is her first time.
She’s so wet, so warm down there, and using my swollen head she circles her own quivering hole as I feel my dick starting to twitch and jerk as it responds not only to her touch but what it feels once it gets deeper inside her.
Her eyes suddenly widen and I swear under my breath.
Fuck she’s tight, and for a moment I think it is too much too soon for her. But a wave of warmth washes over my length and with a look of determination and sheer ecstasy, she manages to take more of me.
Her hips start to roll again and I feel mine matching her own rhythm, there’s a slight pressure that makes her wince and then we both feel it.
Her deep, low moan almost drowns mine out as I feel myself sliding balls deep into her sweet, sweet pussy, which quivers and flexes as she starts to buck harder against me straight away.
For a shy girl, there’s nothing shy about her lovemaking and in a matter of moments, I’m learning a thing or two myself.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Phoebe
It’s so big.
Everything about Max is so big, I try to tell him all this but I can only wheeze little breaths in between my own excitement.
My hands and my body finally taking over from my brain.
The one thing I desperately need is for Max to claim me as his own properly. To fill me with everything he has, to make me his woman once and for all.
To fill me with his babies.
The thought should scare me, but who am I kidding? I felt it inside me the instant I saw him in the hallway.
He’s perfect and there’s no way I’m letting the perfect man slip through my fingers.
My first time is with the man I know I love before I even tell him so. But for now, it’s our bodies doing the talking.
There are no words to really speak between us that can describe any of this.
It takes a little doing, to begin with, but despite the obvious size differences between me and Max, we fit together perfectly.
Like a key into a lock made especially for it, Max’s huge muscular frame against my curvy softness is what each of us has been craving all along.
If the man’s a wizard with his tongue down there, his huge cock inside me, his strong arms embracing me and his sheer poetry of movement proves he really is a god among men.
My frenzied pace eases into something smoother, but in no way less intense once he reaches a new spot inside me that we both feel.
Both of us know in an instant that we’ll always be together, always like this, every chance we get.
“Oh, Max,” I groan loudly, shaking my head in disbelief that anything could feel so good. That anything could make me feel so complete.
“Say my name,” he demands. “Because I’ll say yours, Phoebe, forever. Because you’re mine now,” he says in a low voice, shuddering when he has his own euphoric wave of pleasure ripple inside of me gripping us both as I feel him grow even harder.
He grunts and looks up, swearing again at how good I feel under him, my hands finding his buns of steel and gripping all I can I squeeze hard as he circles my newfound sweet spot until it feels like I can’t take it anymore.
But I can take it, I crave it already right while I’m getting it and I know Max is hooked as much as I am.
We slow and then speed up, he’s gentle and when I want it a little rough, thrusts harder on top of me, something I can’t get enough of.
His naked skin on mine, with each of his muscles flexing over my softness. He is growling with satisfaction until I can feel myself about to lose control
“Max…” I puff, cautioning him how close I am but his smile only widens as his eyes lock onto mine.
A deep, intense look fills them and I tilt my head back, begging him to fill me. Needing him to come inside me now more than anything.
Without missing a beat, Max positions himself on his knees while gripping my hips and I feel my butt lifting higher as he pulls my whole body closer to his in one movement.
That’s when I know I’m done. Something inside me is set free, and my rising breaths, the words I’ve been trying to get out echoes off the walls as Max and I share our first climax together.
Everything I’ve ever felt, wanted, or needed. Everything I’ve ever been afraid of or found funny. It’s all let out in a moment that feels like it lasts forever. A wave of emotions and love that I
feel for Max and I know he feels for me, washing over us both until we gladly drown in it. Reborn only when we bob up to the surface again, totally exhausted, laughing, and the happiest I’ve ever felt in my whole life.
“I love you, Max,” I tell him without even having to think, still panting; my eyes wide with wonder and disbelief but no doubt in my heart.
“My Phoebe,” he pants. “I loved you the second I saw you,” he tells me, collapsing next to me. A sheen of sweat on his body that I trace with my finger, feeling the same on myself after a moment.
“That was… incredible,” I finally manage to say. His hand finds mine and his fingers curl around it as we both lay there, basking in the moment for I don’t know how long until we regain our breath and our senses.
“Did you feel it?” he asks, almost making me laugh out loud but I know what he means.
Not just the feeling we just shared, but something much bigger. Something bigger than both of us.
“I felt it,” I tell him, still aware of it inside me.
A part of Max and me. Something eternal, forever.
“C’mere,” Max murmurs, reaching over to pull me closer to him before I feel the only thing missing between us.
“Trixie,” I gasp, sitting up and looking around for her before calling out her name.
Max props himself up and looks over his side of the bed but I’m already up, a little more than wobbly on my feet but finding a robe hung over a chair, I slip into it and with the ends dragging on the carpet at my feet I set out to find my baby.
The Max Bear-sized robe fits more like a circus tent on my body, but I feel like I need to cover up before venturing out to find Trixie.
“Where are you, baby girl?” I murmur to myself, trying not to panic as I remember the backyard is fully fenced and there’s no way she could have gone out the front.
I half expect Max to join me, but after a few minutes, he’s missing in action as well, making my anxiety worsen as I feel it transform into sheer panic at not knowing where my Trixie is.
Trying not to trip over the oversized robe as I rush upstairs again, I start to call out for Max, telling him Trixie’s missing.
And there he is.
There she is too.
He’s fast asleep on his back, the covers only just covering himself with my little girl curled up in a ball on his chest.
I should be jealous, but I trust Trixie’s judgment better than my own.
If she’s in love with Max, it’s no wonder I am too. I’ve never seen her take to anyone or any place new so quickly.
She’s not a nervous dog anymore, and she doesn’t have to try to compensate for my own nerves now that Max is in our lives.
Now we’re all together.
It feels strange seeing them together like this and I don’t want to wake either of them up. I just lean against the doorframe for a while, watching the two loves of my life sleeping, looking so perfect together until I feel my legs numb under me, then starting to shake a little.
The pleasant ache Max has gifted me starting to kick in before I decide to run myself a hot bath and have a soak while he sleeps it off.
While they both sleep it off.
I wonder what Trixie was up to? There’s more yard to explore outback than our whole neighborhood, so maybe she just wore herself out sniffing around.
Closing then locking the sliding doors from the kitchen to the back yard, I return to the only bathroom I know in the place downstairs and start to run a bath.
There are more towels, robes, and bath stuff than a five star hotel in Max’s place so I feel spoilt before I even discover a big bottle of what I know without even opening it is Max’s signature scent.
I could. I should pour a healthy amount into the foaming bathwater, but something tells me to leave it alone.
To enjoy it on the man himself.
With the water just right and the huge antique style claw-footed tub looking like a giant ice cream soda, I let myself sink into another round of absolute bliss as I dissolve into the most perfect bath in the most perfect house.
Before long I’m dozing myself until the familiar clip of tiny dog feet on the tiles makes me open my drooping lids.
They widen in an instant when I see a very naked and very handsome Max in the doorway, Trixie circling at his feet and looking up at him adoringly.
“I ran a bath,” I hear myself squeak, suddenly feeling guilty but only making him chuckle to himself.
“You beat me to it,” he confesses. “Room for one more?” he asks and I sit up, not wanting to miss a second as I watch him getting into the huge tub with me.
Peeping over the side of the tub I can see Trixie curled up on the long, shaggy mat. Content to be close enough to her mom without getting wet.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Maxwell
Our first real night together starts in the bath and finishes in the hot tub, after I order us all in some dinner.
Steaks all ‘round, with a special order for Trixie again who doesn’t quite believe her luck either today.
“I can’t believe you’ve never been in a hot tub,” is what started it all. Even though they say not to go in the water after eating, I’ve never had a problem, and both Phoebe and I seem to survive while we both digest our food.
Once I find out that not only does Phoebe love a proper bath, but she’s never been in a hot tub, I have to risk both of us being wrinkled beyond our years as we both soak for a second time in one day.
“Never done a lot of things,” she tells me absently, her eyes half-closed as she lets her head tilt back against my chest. Her hair spreading out under the water and dancing across my torso.
I smile at the thought, remembering tonight’s the first of many and what we’ve shared so far is the most perfect end to the most perfect day of my life.
“What is it you actually do again?” she asks me once I start to probe her more about what she has and hasn’t done. That mention of anything from her past making her tense up ever so slightly.
“Well,” I start to say, almost having to think out loud. “Not a lot. I was a locksmith, many moons ago, helping run the business along with my dad and older brother,” I tell her, finding myself stopping short as my own past threatens to haunt me.
“Three Bears,” she says sleepily to herself.
“But nowadays its mainly investments. Property, a little consulting. I put deals together for first timers and if I don’t charge a commission I make sure I get in on the act, making something for my troubles that way,” I finally manage to tell her.
I wonder just how long the past haunts us until we can make a fresh start on our own. A real fresh start.
“And you?” I ask her, turning the tables a little again. “You haven’t always lived downtown, working in a box factory,” I observe.
Not meaning to or wanting to dredge up anything unpleasant for her, but noticing how distant Phoebe gets when I do.
“What did you study in college?” I ask instead, steering things away from stalkers and anything else she doesn’t want to talk about.
But I feel her tensing up anyway.
“It was actually community college,” she confesses with a sigh. “The only kind I could afford. Hairdressing, if you have to know,” she says with a little bit of sting before turning her head a little to apologize.
“Sorry, Max. I just feel like such an underachiever being around you. Look at all you’ve got. All the exciting things you’ve probably done. What have I got to show for my troubles?” she asks, not really expecting an answer from me.
If she’s trying to put herself down and make me feel better it’s not working.
I feel suddenly old in her company like I’ve spent most of my life chasing a dream that doesn’t exist. Having money and so-called security doesn’t mean much when the only person to enjoy it with is yourself.
“You’ve got your whole life ahead of you yet, Phoebe,” I remind her. “And I do too, but I spent a long time thinking I should
go it alone and work hard instead of taking time to find out what really matters,” I remind myself.
“And what does really matter?” she asks me, sounding frustrated.
“This,” I tell her, meaning it more than anything. I put my hand over her heart and lift hers out of the water and press it against mine.
“This is what matters to me now. You and little Trixie. Us.”
She relaxes instantly and we both sit quietly, the steam and bubbles relaxing us both but it’s having each other so close and being so honest that I think takes the weight of the past from both of us.
“What happened?” she finally asks me. “With your brother I mean. Something happened, didn’t it?”
She’s beaten me to it again, but this time scratching open an old wound I’ve never told anyone else about. Not even talked to my dad about it properly.
“Yeah, something happened,” I sigh. Wishing I could leave it for another time, but it’s been on my mind lately anyway.
“I think I mentioned, my dad adopted me and my brother, separate birth parents when he found out he couldn’t have kids,” I remind her, feeling her head nod slowly against me as I keep talking.
“He was older, smarter, and always better at pretty much everything than me. Believe it or not, I was a real little runt growing up. Didn’t hit puberty until I was about twenty,” I joke.
“Somehow I find that hard to believe,” Phoebe murmurs, gripping my thigh under the water and giving it a firm squeeze.
“When we were both old enough, our dad took us into his shop and we were told it would all be ours someday, so we’d better learn the trade and run it as if it were our own.”
I fall silent again, not lamenting the past. Not that part of it anyway.
“So what happened?” she finally asks impatiently, making me realize I’m not much of a storyteller either.
“Well, Shane. That’s my brother and me, we did all we could, and before we knew it we were actual locksmiths, helping out the old man with each of us making enough to tell ourselves we had a good living.”
“But?” Phoebe asks, prompting me some more.
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