Chapter 4
“Thanks again for taking care of me Tammi,” Max said as he followed her down the entranceway, holding onto some crutches.
“Careful. It’s icy.”
“I know. I know,” he said, hopping along. Soon, they were inside her house and he slowly eased himself onto the couch.
“This time, you’ll listen. The doctor said it will be about three month’s recovery for that broken leg. I’m not letting you go anywhere near the ring until then. Got it?” she said sternly, putting down her bag.
“Yes, ma’am,” he answered back quickly.
“Good. What do you want for dinner?”
Max thought about it for a moment, before answering, “Can you make mac and cheese?” She smiled and nodded, disappearing into the kitchen.
He waited patiently for her, but eventually ended up falling asleep as the painkillers took full effect. Tammi reentered the room seeing him asleep and chuckled, covering him with a blanket, before sitting down beside him.
From that moment forward, Tammi did everything she could to nurse Max back to health. She reminded him to take his medicine and kept him out of trouble. Max hated staying inside the house, but he had no other choice under Tammi’s iron fist.
But soon enough, he was nearing the end of his recovery and was doing better day by day. His leg cast was already off and all he had to do now was give his body the full time it needed to heal.
As his recovery took its time, his relationship with Tammi grew. They started treating each other more as lovers and less like innocent best friends. They kissed regularly and snuggled daily, but Max had yet to make a move. He wanted to be with her, but at the same time, he was apprehensive about an intimate engagement.
However, the day before his last doctor’s appointment, the one that would clear him of all his injuries, he finally made his move. Tammi was on the couch, going through her phone. He sneaked up behind her and covered her eyes, making her jump.
“Guess who,” he whispered into her ear.
She giggled and bit her lip in an ironic answer. “Hmm… Jose?”
“Who the hell is Jose?” Max asked, sounding a little bit hurt. She chuckled, before leaning back, looking at him upside down. As she did, he pulled out some flowers, giving them to her with a blush on his face. She sat up quickly and looked at him properly, before taking the flowers a little surprised.
“For me?” she asked.
“No, for Monica.”
“Who the hell is Monica?” They both burst out into laughter before Max leaned forward and kissed her. Tammi smiled and kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck. The kiss soon intensified. They started to make out and Tammi pulled Max into the couch. He grinned, pinning her down.
“Hey! I was supposed to make the first move tonight!” he chuckled, before kissing her cheek.
“Huh?”
“This,” he said before standing and picking her up, carrying her bridal style into the bedroom. He tossed her onto the bed playfully before getting onto the bed with her. He pinned her down once more, kissing her neck, making her moan. “I want to make you feel good.” Tammi’s face reddened, but she didn’t try to stop him as his hand slithered up her shirt, finding its way to her bra strap.
He fumbled with it for a moment before finally unclasping it. Smirking with pride, he removed her shirt, pulling her bra with it. He paused for a moment, admiring her bare breasts for the first time. His cheeks burned crimson and he could feel his member come to life between his legs.
Tammi’s heart started to race as she looked at him, wondering what he would do next. She had dreamed about this moment countless times and found it hard to believe it was actually happening.
Max steadied himself, before leaning down, kissing her neck again. As he did, his hands ran over her body, making her shiver as he began to unbutton her pants. Soon he was sliding them down her hips as his kisses trailed down to her collar bone. She bit her lip, muffling her moan.
With her pants now across the room, he worked on her panties, getting them off her long legs as he moved over her. His body hovered over hers for a moment, before he leaned down and caressed her breasts, leaving a small trail of kisses all over them, until his tongue found her nipple, flicking it slightly. They hardened in reaction and he grinned, gaining confidence.
To Tammi’s dismay, his mouth soon left her sensitive spots, making its way down to her navel. She shivered again, feeling his hands on her thighs, slowly spreading them apart. His nimble fingers slowly crept their way toward her now wet pussy as she started to breathe harder in anticipation.
Soon enough, Max was between her legs, looking up at her with his dark-brown eyes. There was a naughty glint playing around in them as he slowly leaned down, his tongue darting out, making contact with her delicate flesh.
She moaned out softly, feeling his tongue touch her intimately for the first time. The moan drove Max wild, and before Tammi could react he was quickly lapping at her clit, making her moan even louder as his fingers helped, slowly rubbing her clit, teasing her. Eventually, one of his fingers made its way into her eager crevice, making her clutch the sheets in pleasure as her body quivered in excitement.
Tammi had never felt like this before. She never wanted him to stop, so her fingers wrapped around his hair and pulled him closer until his face was covered in her juices. Max, however, continued to lap at her pussy, eager to please her. She kept moaning out his name, driving him insane, until the tightness in his pants was too much to bear.
His fingers left her, making her whimper as his tongue tried to compensate by exploring further inside her. He quickly pulled off his pants and boxers, freeing his member. He sighed in relief, before pulling his mouth away from her. She whimpered loudly, looking at him with pleading eyes.
He grinned, his fingers reaching down and teasing her, making her buck her hips, her body calling out for more. He continued to tease her, bringing her to the edge and back, until she was begging for release.
Finally, he gave her exactly what she asked for as he shoved two of his fingers inside of her, pumping them in and out, hooking them slightly, making her quiver. He leaned down as his tongue went wild exploring her wet folds once more.
Before long, she was screaming out his name. She clutched the sheets and her toes curled in her pleasure. As she felt a third finger make its way inside of her, she exploded in ecstasy, orgasming for the first time that night.
Little did she know, that by the end of the night she would lose track of the amount of times she had orgasmed. They would fuck like animals in heat, their emotions coming out after so many years pent up inside. And in the end, they would collapse onto the couch, happily exhausted, tangled up with one another.