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“Did he go down okay?”I whisper to Max as he comes back into the bedroom, rubbing his evidently tired eyes, but with my favourite smile covering his cheeks.
He nods at me before pulling back the duvet to get back into the bed. “Yeah, it took three rounds of ‘Twinkle Twinkle Little Star’ and then we sung a little bit ofJimmy Eat World, moved on to his favouriteBlank Spacesong and then‘Hail to the King’ byAvenged Sevenfoldas an encore and he went straight to sleep,” he muses as he lays back down and pulls my body tight to his chest and I snuggle into him.
“You’re such a good daddy.” I laugh as he kisses the top of my head. I’m not lying. He is. I suppose since I found out I was pregnant all I could think about was being pregnant, learning to be a parent but I wasn’t actually thinking about the end game. The parenting thing. Because— I’m a mum! Those words are still so alien to me, so unbelievably exciting.
It’s single-handedly the best job I have ever had. The sleepless nights and smelly nappies are the only minor downside and I can’t say they even really bother me, because I love being this little man’s mummy. And having Max by my side? It’s just the cherry on the cake.
Since the day we left the hospital with our boy we’ve barely been apart. I instantly moved my stuff from the spare room into his bedroom. No, into our bedroom. We’re more than a team, more than just little Roman’s mum and dad. We’re partners, we’re lovers, and everything in between. In fact, the only night the spare room has been slept in was when Cassy and Kyle came over and baby sat. I didn’t want to leave Roman, neither did Max but Cassy had practically begged to look after him… and in the end Finch booked and paid for us to go to dinner at Alain Ducasse at The Dorchester, then got us seats at the latest Marvel film premier. It appeased both parties, Cassy got to babysit which secretly we both know Kyle wanted to do too, and Max and I got our first night out since Roman was born. Our first date together as a real couple. The food was exquisite, the movie amazing, and the company? That was the best of all.
Max places another soft kiss to the top of my head. I’m laying with my face on his glorious chest, right underneath the recent tattoo he’s added to his collection which includes both mine and Roman’s names. It’s the closest ink he has to his heart, he says.
“You know, Angel, when you were pregnant, I found it really hot when you called me that. But now I’m pretty sure it’s not an open invitation for me to fuck you,” he whispers into my ear. I feel my temperature rising as my mouth opens slightly.
“When I called you what?” I ask as I move, so I’m out from under his arm and straddle him. He leans in hungrily and nips my lips with his teeth.
“Daddy,” he says, and I can feel him hardening underneath me. I’m only wearing a tiny little nightie. Not sensible cotton, it’s almost see-through and like a chiffon material. I suppose being with Max, him constantly telling me how sexy I am, how much he loves me, I guess it’s made me a little more confident.
“You liked that, did you?” I ask him as I start to grind my hips into his.
“No. I just like you, Angel,” he moans straight into my mouth as his hands travel down my body and squeeze my arse firmly. I wet my bottom lip with my tongue as I move my hands to tease at his black boxers.
“Get these off, Baines.” I giggle as I pull him in for another kiss. His lips take over, and his tongue sweeps in as he invades my mouth with his own. At the same time, he removes his boxers and then pulls me back on top of him, one leg straddled over each of his. I lean back and grasp his hard length in my hand, watch his breath hitch and his Adam’s apple bob in his throat.
“You know the rules,” I tell him as I continue to play with his cock in between my fingers.
“Yeah, yeah. No more babies yet and it’s another three weeks until you go on the pill I know,” he mumbles as he moves slightly underneath me to reach across to the bedside cabinet to pull out a condom. He twizzles the silver packet in between his thick fingers as he uses the other to stroke a finger over my clit. I melt into him, a loud needy moan coming from my lips. It doesn’t matter how many times we do this. I will never get enough of this man.
“But you keep doing what you’re doing baby and there won’t be a lot of need for this.” He mumbles as he continues to stroke, and I continue to fall apart for him. He rips the condom packet with his teeth and then leans and rolls the condom on his thick cock. I lick my lips, desperate as I quickly move my hips, hovering so I can just feel the tip at my entrance.
“Angel, I always like that you don’t fuck about. Straight to the point,” Max says, but his voice has faltered a little as I drop down slowly, letting him fill me, inch by glorious inch.
“Only with you,” I moan as I finally feel all of him inside me. Fuck me, I adore everything about this man. I start to ride him, his cock teasing in and out of me. He’s nipping and sucking at my mouth as I take everything I need from him. Everything I’ve ever wanted. We’re still as needy as the first time we did this, this insatiable deep need for each other. Animalistic, greedy, damn fucking hot. I feel my toes curling, heat rising in my core as my orgasm builds. His fingers find my clit and with a few soft movements of his thumb, exactly where I need him, I’m ready to fly. To soar in the air and off the bed. I try and stay quiet, but it’s practically an impossibility with my man—and his glorious cock—holding my hip in one hand and stroking my clit with the other.
“Max…” I moan his name, again and again until I don’t think I can speak anymore, until my body feels boneless, filled, worshipped. In a quick move Max moves me so I’m underneath him, and his cock pounds in and out again it feels even deeper in this position.
“Fuck, I love you, baby. I fucking love you,” he moans. “Fuck!” He keeps going, keeps swearing until his fit body shakes and he groans out his orgasm. He says my name as his eyes close and he spills every single drop of cum.
My dear god, I love this man!
* * *
MAX
I roll down the window a little bit as I wait outside Finch and Cassy’s building. Bobby’s riding shotgun with me, chewing gum and smiling madly as Tom and Kyle clamber into the back. Tommy’s already laughing before he’s even got his seatbelt on. His normal throaty piss-taking laugh.
“Who ever thought the minute Max Baines gets his driving licence back he’d be off buying a dad car,” he snorts as he runs his hand along my headrest. I got my licence back last week, it took a lot of paper work but it was so worth it. For all of Tommy’s piss taking. He might call it adad car, but I kind of love that. It’s an Audi, it’s high spec, leather seats and plenty of space for all my boy’s things. I suppose practicality was highest on my agenda.
“Fuck off, Westy. You’re not too famous to walk,” I jibe back.
“You know I’m only kidding.” He laughs as he hits the back of my seat. “I’m happy you’re happy, but I’d rather have a lift in the Aston Martin.”
“For someone with so many opinions on my car I don’t think I’ve even seen you drive one,” I tell him, let my eyes flit back to him in the interior mirror just for a second.
“I own more cars than you’ve had hot dinners, son.” He puffs up his chest.
“Yeah, but do you drive them?” I laugh and I listen to him grumble something that sounds like ‘fuck you.’
“To be fair, mate. I’m surprised he even managed to get his arse in the car. He’s been stuck on his phone since he got to mine this morning,” Finch pipes up after connecting his own phone straight to my car and playingThe Libertinesthrough my speakers. He always knows the music to go with exactly which situation. He calls it his superpower.
