“And you’ll be mine forever,” he affirms, kissing me tenderly as we become a perfect knot of naked heat once more.
“But not here,” he adds finally. “I want our first time and your first time to be special,” he tells me.
I could burst at the seams right now, my whole body yearning for him to be inside me, but I kind of get where he’s coming from too.
His own hardness is something else too, and I wonder how much willpower the man has.
“What about this?” I ask, gripping his length gently, hearing him groan when it pulses and jerks in my hand, a life all of its own.
He growls a low sound of pleasure, clasping his hand over mine and holding it there as he moves it slowly up and down.
“I’ve waited my whole life for you, Phoebe. Another little while won’t hurt,” he says.
“But not too long, I hope,” I hear myself gasping, shuddering again at the sensation of his massive body, his huge thick cock in my hand.
“Oh it won’t be,” he promises, running a hand across my shoulder and brushing my hair back before kissing me again.
“We can just stay like this a while longer though if you want,” he says.
I feel spent from his performance so far, and the night we’ve both just spent awake has taken its toll too.
Without another word, we cuddle closer and he pulls the covers over us both.
It’s a dreamless sleep we both slip into for a few hours before I open my eyes again to see his face close to mine, already awake and watching me.
“Hi,” he whispers.
“Hi,” I squeak, glad this is still real, scared I might have opened my eyes and found I’d dreamt the whole thing.
His dark eyes look longingly into mine and I ask him how long he’s been watching me sleep.
“I could watch you all day,” he says absently, sighing a smile and kissing me again. His body against mine still, like he hasn’t moved an inch while we’ve slept.
I breathe a sigh too, remembering I don’t have to go to work. We have all day and all tonight plus tomorrow I tell myself.
The thought makes me smile, then purr as I nuzzle into his arms again.
As comfy as this is, I know Max meant what he said. He doesn’t want me in this apartment anymore.
“Is it so bad?” I ask, looking up at him as I lift my head from his chest.
“Is what so bad?” he asks, frowning.
“This place. I mean-”
“No. It’s not that bad,” he assures me, stopping me before I can start to feel sorry for myself again.
“I just think you and Trixie might be happier somewhere else, with me,” he adds, smiling and those eyes of his blaze with a light that makes me tremble with excitement again.
“I just know I’d be happier if you were both someplace else with me,” he says.
“I’ve just spent so long moving from place to place, Max,” I hear myself reflect aloud. “Since college finished. Since all those weird things started to happen. I just… I just felt like here was a place I’d finally gotten away from all that. I got the job at the box factory and things were fine.”
“Until recently,” he reminds me, looking thoughtful but deliberately not asking me the dozens of questions I know he has about all this.
“It’s not your problem though,” I tell him, trying to change the topic back to something more interesting as I trace a finger down the line of muscles on his chest.
He catches my finger and brings it up to his lips, kissing it gently.
“You’re mine now,” he says again, smiling. “And anything I can do to help you, I will,” he promises. Leaving it at that for now. But I can see from the look in his eyes that he’s far from letting it go completely.
Hearing him tell me I’m his, knowing he wants to be mine. It makes it seem like I’ve lived another life up until now.
Like nothing else matters anymore.
Just me, Max, and Trixie.
Can it really be so simple though? I mean, I hardly know anything about him. What he really does, where he even lives.
“I could make some calls,” Max says, thinking out loud.
“About what?” I ask him.
“About seeing if we can find you a replacement at that box factory,” he announces, a matter of fact.
My job? Umm. I kinda need that right now.
Max keeps talking, drowning out the sounds I make as I try to butt in.
“I know plenty of people with kids at home, always looking for a first time job that pays well,” he adds. “They could take your place and if you ever really wanted to go back you could,” he says as though it’s already happened.
As if any of this is going to happen.