With just a slight thrust of his hips, he pressed his cock against her, encouraging her to take a little ride. As always, she fell into a natural rhythm with him, sliding along his growing erection.
“I’ve got you, little one,” he whispered, holding on to her tightly. For just a moment, he closed his eyes and allowed himself to sink into the pleasure. “Oh, just come, my sweet little bride...”
With her softness edged against his rugged thickness, Maxine arched her back, nearly forcing her breasts from the tiny cups that held them in place. “My cock...all mine...” she sputtered, continuing to bobble in his lap.
“Yes, my sweets...your cock...” he answered, opening his eyes only to roll them upward, so lost in their shared delight was he. “My cock is all yours...forever...”
His words alone ignited another wave of pleasure, and Maxine opened her eyes to meet his. She could see now that even Drew was struggling to keep a tight hold on his own control. She needed to calm down for his sake, but she was absolutely so starved for him that her body wouldn’t allow her maintain that self-discipline they both worked so fastidiously to apply.
However, Drew chose to encourage, rather than diffuse, those familiar sparks between them. It was Maxine’s pleasure to which he had to absolutely adhere that night.
Nothing soothed her more than kisses, and Maxine cooed as he brought his lips to her waiting mouth. Drew knew that he needed to get her out of that beautiful contraption she wore, although he would be so fucking sad to see it go. Kissing—merely tickling her lips all the while—he reached behind her to drag the zipper slowly down her spine.
As he eased the bands away from her body, he couldn’t resist her breasts, now freed from constraint—ready for the touch of his fingers and mouth. Rolling her head from side to side, Maxine thrived in the mastery of his titillating manipulation.
“Listen, Maxine,” he began, his voice straining to find some delicacy while he caught her face in his fingers. “If it hurts, or it just gets to be too much, I’m pulling out and we can try this again later...at another time...okay?”
She loved him. She trusted him. It was that simple. “Of course...”
“Help me here?” he asked with a nudge of his hips.
Willingly, Maxine obliged, tugging his boxers down and over his hard cock then down his legs. Drew was so quick to reel her back into his arms, but only after he straightened the pillows before them. Everything had to be just so.
However, it was Maxine who reached for the lubricant, and squeezed a generous amount into her two small hands before framing his cock. “They say on...not in...”
Smiling, his lips met hers for one more affirming kiss. She certainly had done her homework. “I say overcompensate...”
“You know far better than I do,” Maxine murmured, sliding her hands up and down so very slowly and giving him a little bit of a tug along their journey. “Lead the way.”
“You’re ready?” he asked, and she answered him with a nod that bore no uncertainty.
Tapping her backside, he whispered, “Down on the pillows, little one—tummy flat. And raise that cute little ass for me...”
“I love you, Drew...”
“Maxine, I love you, too,” he said, giving her shoulders one last squeeze. “And I know we’re not scening, but Red me if it hurts too much. Promise me?”
Her eyes focused on his, revealing not a trace of uncertainty. “I will tell you. And I will not hold this as a bad experience if it gets to be too much,” she promised. “We’re trying something new in our new lives together. I trust you. And I know the last thing you want to do right now is hurt me...”
“Oh, how much I love you,” he murmured once more. “Bend over...”
Maxine smiled and ran her fingers through his hair, weaving through those waves, before she turned around to make herself comfortable on the pillows he‘d set out before them. With a sigh, she wiggled her bottom with anticipation. As she sunk down further into the cushions, she gave herself over to Drew freely and with complete abandon.
Against the pillow Maxine breathed, her nose pressed against the satin, knowing that he was lost in his own preparation.
Ever so carefully he eased away the plug, then tickled her tiny hole. As he stroked her back with one hand, Maxine could feel his prodding, his circling...before he drove his fingers, slick with lube, inside her....scissor slicing as he pulled and stretched her. Oh, his tender manipulation just damn near left her dizzy. She'd never felt so bare—so open—before in her life.
Leaning over, he placed a soft, lingering kiss on her bottom, stroking and patting her all the while. She wasn't tightening up in the least, and she seemed to allow these few moments of repose to catch her in their wave.
“Seven long, fucking, miserable days, Maxine,” he said. “I can't wait to have you this evening...”
Sitting back on his heels, Drew took himself in his hands. He'd never felt so swollen in his entire life. Just his need for Maxine alone brought him to his wit's end, but this abstinence left him nearly sore.
He'd been jacking himself off regularly all week—perhaps even more so than when he was a teenager. During any rare moment he had alone, his fantasies filled with images of Maxine in various positions, ready to satisfy his desires and crying out for more.
More lubricant, he thought, and covered himself again. He didn't give a rat's ass if they used the entire damn tube. He'd packed more. Much more.
“Lift up for me...” He endeavored so desperately to hide his own fears that crept into his voice. “Now, open your legs as far as you can for me...”
She could hear his deep intake of a single breath that he held for a very long moment. She could also feel her own heartbeat thundering with anticipation against the pillows beneath her. Focusing on the sensation of the satin rippling against her nipples diverted her. Those gentle fingers were back spreading her again, plying, readying her...
“Oh!” Maxine called out suddenly...and Drew closed his eyes and froze.
“Little one?” he whispered. “Color?”
The shock, more than anything, gave her a bit of a start. With all of their careful preparations over the last couple of months, she was still so very tight. She could feel just the head of his cock, and she clenched her muscles around him in a brief rush of panic.
“Um...yellow...” she managed, hesitation rising.
“Want me to stop?”
He watched as she shook her head almost violently, but he feared that it was already too much for her.
“Please, not yet, Drew...” Maxine wasn't giving up without trying.
“Relax and breathe, my sweet little one,” he encouraged her, his words almost hypnotic. “Concentrate...imagine that tiny circle expanding...getting bigger...widening for me...”
Maxine always took his spellbinding direction so well in matters of their sexual explorations, and that moment was no different. She focused so acutely, allowing her mind to drift away from the slight discomfort. Slowly, she could feel the tickle as she softened, opening just a bit further to receive him.
As her shoulders slackened and her chest began to rise and fall again, he, too, began to calm down. “Good girl...” Squeezing his eyes shut, he rocked his hips ever so gently, pushing just a tiny bit more. “Maxine, you're doing beautifully here...”
The deeper he sunk, Maxine's acceptance continued to flourish. Now, with one hand on her hip, he moved his other hand around to play with her clit, permitting a trickle of pleasure to take hold as her body accustomed itself to the fullness of his cock.
“How are we, Maxine?”
“Oh...yellow...but...better...”
“Perfect,” he answered, his lips finally curling a bit into a smile. Halfway there, and she was fine. Pausing once more, he didn't want to hurry her.
While Maxine did greatly appreciate his patience, she discovered her own need to assert herself. She had to show him that she was comfortable enough to take this a bit further. Without hesitation, she began
to push against him, ever so slightly, nudging backward against his stiff shaft.
“Easy, Maxine,” he warned.
Yet she continued, intent on taking him completely...intent on finding her own pleasure. Slowly, she could feel herself stretching, adjusting, accommodating...as she gained confidence. How desperately she craved her reward, and she knew she could get there. She'd had orgasms plenty of times with just the plugs. There was absolutely no reason that she couldn't have one with her own husband's cock.
As they joined closer, Maxine pulled so very slightly back, and her growing excitement was not lost on her mindful husband. Boldly, he thrust a bit further on her return.
“Oh, Drew...” she moaned into the pillow. Much sooner than she'd anticipated, she found herself responding—cascading into that euphoric space where only he could carry her.
“Color?” he rasped, pulling back and stopping once again.
“Drew...Drew...” she breathed. “Green!”
Her utterance couldn't have made him happier, and with that, he sunk himself deeper into her, sliding with cautious ease, until at last he filled her completely.
Satisfaction claimed her slowly at first—with the tiniest jolts pulsating, clenching her smallest of holes—then spiraled onward, capturing her carefully, if not with a bit of surprise. Those familiar flutters that seemed to tickle as she tightened around him left her gasping and grinding while she groaned into the pillow.
Now, she was fuller and closer to him than she'd ever been before, and she fell into his pace, meeting him with every conscientious plunge. Somehow, much to Maxine's wonder, she could feel her delight tingling everywhere...from her ass to her clit to her G-spot.
“Oh, fuck, you're coming, Maxine,” Drew cried out. “Yes, my precious little one...come...with me...”
Intensity exploded in this orgasm—the feel, the pleasure, their union. With his final thrust, he pulled her toward him as he poured into her so deeply, calling out to her once again as he left her rattled to the core by their shared ecstasy.
When at last they were both sated, he squeezed her tight as he began to slink away, so anxious to hear her thoughts and her feelings. But he was all too quick to discover that Maxine was trembling...shaking all over...and sobbing ever so softly against her pillow.
“Shit...Maxine...what did I do?” he hurried to turn her around, to face him, to ease her into his lap. “Maxine, my love...what the fuck did I do to you?”
She struggled to catch her breath, but he could already see that the tears had stained her face.
“You're hurting...you're in pain...” he feared.
But slowly, Maxine lifted her hands to his face, merely touching her fingertips to his cheeks, and shook her head.
“No...” she barely whispered. “Not hurt...not in pain...just...in love....”
“Maxine...?” He held her face steady so that he could study the emotions running wild in those curious eyes.
However, she could only shake her head and murmur, “Love you more...tonight...right now...never felt so near to you. Just…emotional…now.”
He had anticipated any number of reactions in her, but never one brimming with such ferocity of feeling. Everything—their sexual hiatus, the family drama, their vows, the reception and, most significantly, their devotion to each other—had just culminated to this feverish point.
And before Maxine could even realize what she was doing, she found herself instinctively brushing away the tear that trickled down Drew's face.
“I know, little one...” he whispered. No, he didn't need any further explanation because his heart mirrored hers. “I know...”
“Hold me...” her tiny voice echoed through her little sobs, born of the greatest love she'd ever known.
“I'll hold you forever and a day, Maxine,” he promised. “Never letting you go.”
The fire continued to warm their already heated skin as he simply rocked her in his lap. His lips brushed against her face, wiping the tears away that continued to fall. She was fine. He hadn’t hurt her. She was just as lost in sentiment as he was that night.
“You cried, too…” Maxine whispered at last.
“I was so afraid that I’d hurt you—afraid you’d never let me touch you again,” he admitted. Rubbing his nose against hers, he had to ask, “You’re alright?”
Shifting in his embrace, she hung her head rather shyly, leaving him perplexed.
“Maxine…what’s…” he lifted her chin to see that timid smile.
“When can we do it again?” she asked, holding his heady gaze with her own.
“Oh, Maxine…” He hugged her tighter, and that still wasn’t close enough. “Nothing makes me happier than knowing that you’re my wife…”
“You made today—tonight—so very special for me,” she continued, on the verge of tears once more. There was simply no escaping this barrage of feeling that held her soul captive—no words that could possibly convey the depths of her adoration of him. “So wonderful…so patient…”
“And you deserved every last second of it and more,” he attempted to convince her.
“You’ve completed me,” her lips crooned against his chest. “We’ve completed each other…”
“And I’m so excited to spend the rest of eternity with you…”
As he sat back slightly, his eyes danced over her now, wearing only her collar, and she looked more exquisite than ever. This was his Maxine, and even with her bloodshot eyes, she was still the most perfect woman in the world.
A smile curled on Maxine’s pouty pink lips and she stretched out to retrieve the two champagne flutes he’d discarded earlier. She never left his lap as she, almost dutifully, filled his glass then her own.
“To eternity,” Maxine proposed, her eyes sparkling.
“To you,” Drew touched his flute to hers. “Captain Kirk.”
Chapter Seventeen
“Where are those boys?” Maggie spat as she whisked past her husband through the kitchen, en route to the patio where all of their overnight guests gathered for brunch.
“They're grown men now,” Declan answered his wife. “Or at least one of them is.”
“They're late!”
“Let's see...one just got married yesterday,” he reminded her. “And the other just found out that he’s about to become a father—a father, Margaret. You want to do the math, or shall I?”
“Declan!” she whipped around, hand on her hip.
Placing his hands on her shoulders and a noisy peck on her cheek, he just grinned. “These are all steps toward grandbabies, Maggie,” he reminded her. “And you’re going to get your wish in a few months here.”
To that, her smile softened. All week, she couldn't ignore her recollections of their own wedding day and of all the promises made and kept. They'd weathered more than a few storms together. But over thirty-five years later, there they stood—always together—celebrating the glorious joy of Drew's wedding and the pending birth of Adam’s first child.
While she agreed with Declan and wished that perhaps things would have unfolded in a more traditional sense for her youngest son, she still welcomed both Jillian and their baby with joy. If anything, she hoped Jillian would settle Adam down once and for all.
Perhaps he needed this little rock to his roll. He was certainly in love. In fact, her greatest worry was that Jillian might grow tired of Adam’s ways. Regardless, she had to give them both the benefit of the doubt.
Maggie’s heart billowed with pride for all of them—her husband, her sons, the new daughter-in-law whom she’d welcomed with open arms into their family and the one she was about to embrace. Life seemed just one bit closer to her dream of perfection, and no one was more excited to see how the near future would unfold.
“I love you, Declan...”
“Oh, yeah...?” his smile teased.
“Just thought you needed a little reminder...”
With a wink of an eye, he snapped his fingers. “And I love you,” he said. “Just rem
ember, dearest, it’s all going to be just fine...”
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“So…” Vicki dared to wrap her arms around Tom. They stood at the top of the hillside, looking out upon the sprawling lawn and gardens, the traces of spring with flowers in bloom, the age-old trees towering above the landscape. The ocean's salty scent that filled the air on that Sunday morning beckoned. What a glorious week they’d shared together. “This time together has meant so very much to me, Tom…”
Always on the lookout, he craned his neck to see if the newlyweds began their ascent up that damn hill yet. “Meant a lot to Maxie and me, too, Doc. She loves you, and I hope you know that.”
“I love her, too, Tom,” Vicki said. “She’s a very special young lady—and she’s a part of you.”
“Gosh, I was so worried,” Tom admitted. “I thought you two would hate each other…”
“Sometimes, you think too much,” Vicki said and gently tapped her finger to his forehead. “You know, you both have brought a lot of joy into my life these last few months.”
“Mine, too, Vicki—mine, too.” He’d promised himself that he wouldn’t shy away from his emotions with Vicki, and Tom was a man who remained true to his word.
“So do you want to tell me what’s on that mind?” Vicki asked. “I know you’ve had a lot process since we stepped off the plane…”
“Aw, shucks, Vick,” he said, circling her chin with his thumb. “Life has changed pretty radically this last week, hasn’t it? The show. The wedding. I just hope…well, I hope you’re still in this for the ride with me…”
“Tom, this is becoming a very exciting time for you,” she said. “I wouldn’t miss this chance to spend it with you for the world.”
Tom, admittedly, hated change and taking chances terrified him. Until just a few months ago, his little world had become so well-oiled and ordered. Even in the aftermath of Judy’s death, he maintained a strong sense of habit. Shaking things up left him feeling nearly helpless. “What if I fail?”
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