Chapter 16
16
“ S trip in front of the fire, little one,” Max instructs me in a low, quiet voice from his deep reading chair. His bare feet are up on the ottoman and he’s wearing only a loose forest green velour robe. My mouth goes dry when I notice the way the soft fabric is tenting over his hard cock. My pussy feels empty and so very lonely over here by the fireplace where he left me. Hurriedly I slip out of my jeans and sweater, taking my underwear with them as I go. Lastly, the wool socks join the pile, although I seriously debated leaving them on. The fire Max started in the small fireplace hasn’t fully warmed the room yet.
“Now come over here and sit on my lap.”
I pad over to his chair and sit down gingerly on his thighs, facing to the side.
“Maybe a little closer,” Max murmurs with dry humor.
I roll my eyes at him before bracing my hand on his chest to scoot towards it slightly.
He sighs. “Tell me all the things I do wrong with commas,” he commands.
I peer at him sideways. Is he being serious right now?
Max gestures with his fingers for me to commence. I guess he is.
“Well,” I take a deep breath. “You abide by no style guide known to man. You need to pick one and stick with it. Commas are not a when the mood takes you kind of thing. Sometimes it’s impossible to decipher the meaning of your sentences with the exception that they contradict each other due to the comma placement.”
Max guides my chin slightly to the side with his warm hand, then kisses me deeply. “I am a bad, bad man,” he growls quietly in my ear after slowly releasing my mouth from his. I press my lips together to test them after being so throughly devoured.
“Well, it’s not like committing murder,” I acquiesce, feeling slightly more charitable.
“I doubt you’re done cataloging my sins with commas, sweet Jenna.” He slides one hand under my rear and begins lightly fingering my pussy. I squirm on his lap, eager to give him more access, wanting his touch to deepen and penetrate me. His right hand clamps down on my thigh to hold me in place.
“Keep going,” he orders.
My side eye has no effect on him. “You’re thoroughly inconsistent with Oxford commas,” I grouse. “If you would just pick a style guide, you wouldn’t have to think about it, but as it is, you should decide whether you’re for or against and stick to that.”
In my enthusiasm I’ve rotated a quarter turn, so I’m now facing Max and poking at his firm chest in the deep V-opening of his robe.
He smirks down at me. “Really? Now why would I want to do a thing like that?” His hand moves out from under me to part his robe, revealing his thick, ruddy cock.
I lick my lower lip, then bite it. “Because it will make the difference between whether licking, sucking, and sliding on your cock are two things or three,” I breathe out, unable to take my eyes off the single bead of precum blooming on the mushroom tip. My thighs are wet and slippery from my pussy’s anticipation. Instinctively, I rise up slightly on my knees.
“You make an excellent point,” Max comments idly as he guides his cock to nudge my entrance. When he doesn’t enter me, I realize he’s waiting for me to sink down. I do so slowly. Partly because of his size, but mostly because I want to relish every millimeter.
“Which would you prefer, little one?” His voice has gone raspy, as if he’s trying to maintain control.
“Hmm?” I’ve lost all recollection of our conversation now that his cock is buried deep within me and that wonderful tingling, glowing feeling has come over me.
“Would you prefer that the licking, sucking, and sliding be two actions or three?”
“Three!” I squeak as he bottoms out. I don’t think I can move again, he’s wedged in so tight.
That’s the end of our verbal conversation. But the physical one is just getting started. When the tingling in my pussy gets to be too much, Max is the one slowly lifting and lowering me on his cock, the increased friction both satisfying and driving me wild. My fingers dig into his robe-covered shoulders. I need his bare skin. I push the fabric away impatiently until my palms are curved around the base of his neck. Better. So much better.
Max seems to agree. He pauses briefly, his gaze scanning the length of me, lingering momentarily on my breasts and hips, then holding where my pussy is stretched wide around his cock. His growl is possessive and sends a deep quiver through my body.
It’s enough to send me over the edge. My neck arches to the side and Max seizes the advantage, nipping at my flesh even as my pussy attempts to strangle his cock. “Max!” I moan. Tremors are wracking my body, causing new ripples of excitement along my channel. It’s too much, waves crashing on waves that haven’t yet receded.
Max holds me firmly. “Let go, Jenna. I’ve got you,” he murmurs gruffly. It’s immediately followed by a deep grunt as his cock loses the battle of control and begins unleashing cum. As before, it calms the urgency. Leaving me replete and satisfied, content to rest against Max’s chest as his cock continues to pulse deep inside me.
It’s a long time before either of us feels the need to move. But eventually the fire begins to cool and my skin pebbles with goose bumps. That’s when Max lifts me off of him despite my grumble of protest. He slides his robe off of himself and around me before carrying me off over his shoulder for a hot shower.
A week later, Max and I have settled into something of a routine. He makes us breakfast and then we both work for three or four hours. The work space has become contentious, however. He wants to sit and write longhand from his armchair while staring at me sitting at his desk. While I think (for my own selfish reasons) that he can damn well type his manuscripts. I’ve suggested taking over one of the empty upstairs bedrooms for my office, but so far I’ve been met with frowns. He did order me my own desk and computer, along with two extra large monitors. That won’t all fit in his current office when they arrive, so something there will be changing soon.
Around noon, Max slowly rises to his feet, saunters over to where I’m sitting, and leans down to kiss me. This is the signal that he’s about to drag me off to a new part of the house to fuck me. Some of the empty rooms upstairs aren’t exactly conducive to this activity, but Max has proven to be extremely creative. Today he’s opted for the laundry room and my bare butt is currently resting on the warm metal of the tumble dryer. I pull his head down for a swift kiss even as he floods my pussy with cum.
When we’re finished here, I’ll make us some sandwiches, which Max will insist we eat while I sit on his lap. He seems to love the idea that I’m sitting there, still dripping with his cum. Then we’ll clean up and usually go for a long walk around the property — sometimes down to the lake and other times deep into the woods. “We should get a dog,” I casually mentioned yesterday and Max seemed open to the idea except, “What about Kiki?”
“She’ll adjust if we find the right one. I think she’s a bit lonely, seeing as how you’re constantly kicking her out of the room so you can have your way with me.”
His right eyebrow winged up. “Are you complaining?”
“Not at all, but she could use a friend.” I could tell by his sigh that we’ll have a dog before Christmas.
After lunch, we both work on marketing. There’s a lot of things the publishing house used to do (for better or worse) that we’ve now taken on. And I need to grow my own business so that Max isn’t the only client. It might go to his head.
His glow has diminished to barely detectable, so we often head into the small nearby town for dinner. It gets us out of the house and remembering how to talk to other people. Plus, Max is on a campaign for me to let him grow out his beard. He has a point, it’s the predominant style with the locals at this time of year. And it’s obviously his choice, but he knows I prefer a closer shave on him when he decides to go down on me. Something that he thankfully loves to do.
Then it’s home to tidy up anything left over from the day, maybe have a glass of wine in front of the fire followed by bed. And that’s when Max lets his dominant beast side out. I’m left feeling delightfully ravished and in no doubt that he loves every single inch of me.
“I want you again, already,” he murmurs in my ear when I’m already half asleep.
“You always say that,” I grumble sleepily. “But you never follow through,” I point out with a yawn.
“Because you need your sleep, little one. Just don’t be shocked if I wake you in the early hours to slake my lust with your precious body.”
I giggle at his over the top response while his hand rubs my bare hip gently. Snuggling into his chest, I can’t hold in the contented sigh. “You’re more adorable than I ever dared to imagine, Max. You can ravish me whenever you want.” But of course he doesn’t. Just gives a satisfied grunt of approval while tucking me in tightly against his side with a light kiss on my forehead.
“I can wait, knowing you’ll be here by my side in the morning, little Jenna.”
I know life can’t stay this perfect. Or at least I’m braced for the usual interruptions, like dentists and having my parents visit — which will definitely cut down on the fucking at noon. But then again, Max has proven the most unlikely things to be almost commonplace. Either way, I’m ecstatically content with my new life. Even if he still can’t get his commas right…