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"Yellow roses?" I breathe, my fingers brushing over the soft petals as I take the flowers from him. "They're beautiful. Thank you."
"Read the note," he urges, shifting his weight from one foot to the other as if bracing himself for my reaction.
I carefully unfold the small piece of paper tucked among the roses and read Max's words—words that feel like a lifeline thrown out to someone who's been drifting at sea for far too long.
"Max," I whisper, the tears welling up in my eyes refusing to be held back any longer. "This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you."
"Really?" Relief floods his face, and I can't help but notice how it transforms him, smoothing out the lines of worry that had etched themselves there moments before.
"Really." I clutch the note to my chest, letting the feeling of being seen and cherished wash over me like a wave.
"Good," he says, a shy smile playing on his lips. "I just wanted to let you know how much I appreciate our time together."
"Max," I say, my voice shaking with emotion. "I've been feeling the same way." The confession hangs in the air between us, a fragile thread threatening to snap under the weight of our shared vulnerability.
"Emily," Max breathes, reaching out to brush his fingers against mine in a hesitant touch that sends shivers down my spine.
"Thank you," I breathe, my eyes locked with Max's as I step closer to him, feeling the warmth of his body radiating against mine. "For the flowers, and for making me feel so special."
He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat like a ship caught in a stormy sea. "You're worth it, Emily," he whispers, his voice barely audible above the pounding of my heart.
With that, I close the distance between us, pressing my lips to his in a tentative, electrifying kiss. It's like a lightning bolt, igniting something deep within me—a fire that burns with the ferocity of a thousand suns. Max hesitates for only a moment before he kisses me back, his strong arms wrapping around me, pulling me tight against his solid chest. His lips are soft and warm, and they taste like the promise of something more—something real and true.
I don’t know what comes over me then, but the truth comes tumbling from my lips. “Max, I need you.”
"Emily," he murmurs against my lips, his breath hot and ragged. "Are you sure about this?"
"More than anything," I whisper, my heart somersaulting in my chest like a trapeze artist soaring through the air. "Would you like to come to my place?"
Max nods, his eyes burning with desire and vulnerability, and we walk hand in hand to my apartment. Sexual tension hangs in the air between us, and my sex grows wetter with every step.
Max is silent, but I know he feels the same way. I can feel his excited nervousness. It mirrors my own.
"Your hands are trembling," I say softly, taking one of his large hands in mine. He looks down at our intertwined fingers, nodding slowly.
"It's just...I've never done this before," he admits, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "And I want it to be perfect for you."
"Neither have I," I tell him, finding solace in our shared inexperience. "But we'll figure it out together, won't we?"
"Of course," he replies, his eyes full of love and determination.
Slowly, tenderly, we undress each other, our fingers tracing paths of discovery across the landscapes of our bodies. I marvel at his hard cock. The air around us is charged with electricity as our bare skin meets for the first time, a symphony of sensation that leaves me breathless.
"Max," I moan his name as his lips kiss mine gently and then with increased passion.
"Fuck, Emily, baby."
Something within me clenches at hearing Max call me ‘baby,’ and I melt into him.
Max lowers me gently onto the bed, my body sinking into the soft sheets like a feather drifting through the sky. He hovers above me, his muscular frame casting a protective shadow over my own delicate form. Our gazes lock, and for a moment, we are suspended in time, two souls teetering on the edge of the unknown.
"Are you ready?" Max asks, his voice tinged with reverence and awe as his eyes sweep over my naked body. "God, you're so perfect, Emily."
"You are too," I whisper as I reach up to pull him closer. "I trust you, Max."
And with that, he enters me—slowly, cautiously, as if navigating uncharted waters. His cock fills me so completely I gasp. It's an entirely new world of sensation, one that leaves me gasping and clinging to his broad shoulders as we explore this intimate territory together. Through the pain and discomfort, there's something beautiful and transcendent about the way Max moves within me, each careful thrust bringing us closer together—not just physically, but emotionally and spiritually as well.
"Emily," he groans, his face contorted with pleasure and effort. "You're so incredible."
