After what still feels like too much driving, she asks if we’re any closer, an almost urgent tone in her voice.
“You okay?” I ask her.
“Just need the little girl’s room,” she says cheerfully.
“Almost home,” I assure her, turning into the street that takes us all the way to the end where my house is.
She gasps once it comes into view and the huge gates swing open automatically as the car gets closer.
“No way,” she murmurs to herself.
It’s not the Rockefeller mansion, but it’s the nicest house on the street.
A two-story place, it was the first house I actually bought years ago. Big enough for the family my dad keeps telling me I should have by now with room to spare after that too.
There’s a big front yard and even more out the back, a pool and hot tub but what’s best for Phoebe now is the high walls and fence that surround the whole place that backs onto a section of woodland.
It’s secure but doesn’t look like a prison. Plenty of room for little Trixie to explore too.
Pulling up out front I’m mindful of Phoebe’s predicament and waste no time letting us both in and showing her the nearest bathroom.
I invite Trixie to have a sniff around but she seems a little overwhelmed by the scale of the place compared to her apartment when her mommy’s not holding her. She trots down to the bathroom to find Phoebe and I set about opening the place up a bit.
I haven’t been back here for over a week and it feels good to be out of the city for a change.
My head’s buried in the refrigerator when I hear Phoebe and Trixie pass by the kitchen that opens out onto the back patio.
I’m wondering if I need to order groceries or just order in for every meal while we’re here.
And what does little Trixie actually eat?
“It’s beautiful. Just beautiful,” I hear Phoebe exclaim as she looks out the back and opens the sliding doors to let Trixie out.
“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.