I think you guys deserve sweet, down to Earth, lemony chapter, so here it is! Enjoy!
Fang POV
I have a surprise waiting for Max. All I need to do is to convince her to sneak out of the house tonight to our spot with me. A little persuasion should do the trick.
I heard the water in her shower turn on, and I figured this would be the best shot I got. I silently crept past her room, blending into the walls, and opened the door to the bathroom ever so gently. The slight creak that came from the door gave me away.
"FANG! I know you are in here! Let me see your ass before I kick it from here to Australia!" Max hollered.
I slowly appeared from the shadows, making myself visible, and completely vulnerable, to Max. The glass door separating the two of us was just enough see-through to outline her bare silhouette.
"Mind if I join?" I asked genuinely. Max snorted a little and creaked open the door.
"Don't get any ideas!" She warned, pointing her finger at me.
"Too late!" I replied. I was stripped bare in the matter of seconds, eagerly squishing into the cramped space with Max.
I began kissing her dusty pink lips softly, gently pushing my tongue inside her warm mouth. I explored the usual patterns, tracing her teeth, then the roof of her mouth, then finally intertwining tongues. My soapy hands ran up and down her sides until I softly cupped her breasts. With my left hand I tweaked her nipple, while the other hand ventured further south.
I slid my index finger up and down her folds, pressing it in deeper until it met her core.
"My god, Max. You are so fucking wet." I explained.
"Maybe its because we are in the freaking shower." she remarked sarcastically.
"Come on, Max. You know you want to say it. Fuh-cking. Fucking. We are in the fucking shower. I want to fuck you." I teased.
"Cursing is just for people who have no better way to express their language." she stated.
"Where'd you hear that? Disney Channel?" I joked.
"How 'bout this; Fuck off." she growled.
"I prefer fuck on." I whispered into her ear.
My digit continued its journey up her heated center, slowly pumping in and out at a stay rhythm. My thumb found her sensitive nub and started drawing circles on it. Max tried to suppress her moans, as the Flock was downstairs, but she was doing a very poor job. I brought my fingers to her lips, quieting her. It was bad enough that Iggy and Gazzy knew we did the dirty deed, I did not need to infuriate Dr. M and get caught in the act.
Max's body was quivering around my touch. Not wanting to completely fulfill her needs, I waited until she was nearing the edge of orgasm until I pulled out.
"Not this again, Fang. Do I need to show you again that I can beat you in restraining from sex?" she huffed.
"Please, I'm not an idiot. I just wanted to save that for tonight." I said.
"Oh?" she questioned.
"I was thinking... that if you were up to it, we could sneak out to our spot so we could have a bit more privacy." I implied.
"For what?" she taunted.
"For this," I smirked, shoving two fingers up her dripping core. I pumped a few times until I pulled out, putting my fingers in her mouth so she could taste herself.
"That sounds convincing." Max agreed.
"So its settled then. We'll sneak out together at eleven." I planned.
"Can't wait." Max winked.
The clock turned 10:45 and I was anticipating my plan to sneak out with Max. I silently crept into Dr. M's room, making sure to stay completely silent, and found her sound asleep, with a book splayed over her chest. She wouldn't even know that we left.
I tiptoed down the hall to Max's bedroom, being careful not to wake the kids, and lightly tapped on Max's door, just loud enough for her to hear.
"Hey." she whispered.
"Ready?" I asked. She replied with a quick nod and opened her window. I followed her out, feeling the cool night breeze on my wings. Night flights were the best.
The flight to our spot wasn't long, but it was far enough to be out of earshot from any surrounding neighbors. I creaked open the front door and ushered Max inside.
"Surprise!" I grinned, flicking on the light switch to show the renovations that I had done.
"How on Earth did you– Oh, Fang! It's perfect! I love it! Thank-you!" Max exclaimed, showing her gratitude with a deep kiss.
During the course of this month, I did a little work to the house. I freshly painted the walls a crisp yellow, fixed up the kitchen and stocked the fridge up with grub, Did some manual plumbing work on the bathroom, purchased some cheap, but suiting, furniture for the living room, and most importantly, I redesigned the bedroom. I earned some money advertising a cologne on my blog, and with it I completely changed the bedroom to be more suitable for the two of us.
I got rid of the old, deteriorating mattress and replaced it with a fluffy new one. I threw out the disgusting, ripped bedding and bought a brand new set. But most of all, on the nightstand, was a glimmering diamond ring. It was nothing flashy or big. It had a silver band with one simple diamond in the middle surrounded by two rubies. Inscribed on the inside of the band was; Love flies higher than wings ever can.
The ring caught Max's eye and her knees went weak. I wrapped my arm protectively against her waist to keep her balanced as she stepped closer to the glimmering piece of jewelry.
"Is this– what I think it is?" She quivered.
I took the ring from the counter top and removed it from it's box. Releasing her waist, I got down on one knee, extending my arm to take her hand, and proposed.
"Maximum Ride, I promise to love you for the rest of your life. With this ring I promise to never leave you, to never fail you, and to never let you get hurt, whether it be by yours truly or another. I love you more than anything else in this world. Would you please do me the incredible honor of being my wife?" I asked.
Tears welted up in Max's eyes threatening to spill out. Her hands were shaking as she tried to make words come out of her mouth.
"Yes! Yes, I will marry you! One million times yes!" Max exclaimed. I slid the ring onto her finger and cupped her face, leaning in to kiss those quivering lips.
"Dammit, Fang. You made me cry." Max stuttered, wiping her eyes off with her sleeve. I chuckled a little bit, causing an ear to ear grin from Max.
She leaned back in to kiss me, walking closer to the bed.
"Do I have permission to make love to my fiancé?" I asked.
"I think you already know that answer." she replied.
I slowly guided her onto the bed, supporting my weight on my elbows as I kissed her from above. She crawled backwards to rest on a pillow as I followed her, matching her pace so that our lips never separated.
Max's hands lifted my shirt up to my neck and I yanked it off, throwing it to the floor. Her shirt followed a mere second later. I slid my tongue across her bottom lip as she opened her mouth for me. Her hands pressed against my back, drawing me closer. I unclasped her bra and eagerly slid it off, feeling the soft skin on skin contact that I had been yearning for. Our bare chests rubbed together smoothly in unison as I brought my hands to her side, just millimeters away from her breasts.
She sat up to release me from my jeans that were getting tighter by the minute, shoving them down to my ankles and then onto the floor. My hands fumbled with the button on her pants as she assisted me with her zipper. Her jeans met mine on the floor, and it was just the thin material of our underwear keeping us from being completely unclothed with each other.
I started tracing kisses from her lips, to her jaw, to her neck, to her shoulder, to her cleavage, to her breasts, to her stomach, to her hips, and finally to the fabric of her light grey panties. My fingers dipped under the fabric, sliding them off at an unbearably slow pace. I placed kisses down her thighs until her panties reached the ground.
Max flipped us over so that she was on top and placed her hands on my chest, smashing her lips against mine. The moonlight seeped in from the window, shining directly on her naked figure. Her curves were highlighted and vibrant and glowing. I felt her hands dance her way down to the waistband of my boxers as she tugged them down. I kicked them off my ankles as her hot breath teased my throbbing member. Her head grew closer and closer until I felt her warm lips plant a moist kiss on the head of my manhood. I let out an involuntary grunt that caused a smirk to form on Max's face.
"So that's what it takes." Max joked to herself. I was lost for words.
Her lips continued placing warm, moist kisses down the length of my manhood. When she reached my balls, she journeyed back up, playfully licking the tip of my rock solid member. I felt her mouth open as she took me orally. Her head bobbed up and down as my dick hit the back of her throat repeatedly. Her tongue traced consistent patterns as I was nearing the edge.
"Max. I won't last much longer if you continue this." I warningly panted.
She replied with an even deeper bob, and I came undone in her mouth. She swallowed and licked her lips seductively, pleased that she got me off so quickly.
I flipped her around onto her back, reclaiming control. I took a minute to stare into my favorite sight in the world, Max's eyes. My hand traced hearts on her stomach as our eyes zeroed in on each other's. I could see the glint of light highlighted in her chocolate eyes, dancing around like a wildfire. I kissed her forehead before my eyes ventured farther south.
I spread apart her legs with my hands and gently stroked her inner thighs. My hands traced squiggles from her knees to her hips, teasing her, before I finally gave in to where she wanted to be touched the most.
I lightly stroked up and down her folds, stopping at her most sensitive nub and then back down to her core. After a minute or so of this, I slipped two fingers up her entrance, slowly moving in and out while my thumb stroked her clit.
I grew harder and harder seeing the way Max was squirming and wiggling under my touch. Her head was thrown back onto the pillows, hair spewed all over the place. The sheets were balled up in her hands as she was gasping for air. I pumped a little faster and was rewarded with an audible moan from Max. She was clearly trying to suppress them, and that just would not do.
I replaced my thumb with my tongue, gently nipping and sucking at her clit. She balled the sheets up even tighter, panting and moaning my name. Within a minute of this I felt her inner walls start to clench.
"Ah! Fang– I'm gonna, I'm gonna come. Ooh Fang!" She screamed, riding out her orgasm on my fingers.
"I need you inside of me, Fang." Max pleaded.
"Hold on a sec, babe." I replied, leaning over to grab a condom wrapper.
"No!" Max hollered. I froze in place.
"What do you mean, no? We can't afford to take the risk of–" I started, being cut off by Max's hand.
"I mean, no, I'm on birth control, Fang. I went on it last week. You don't have to worry about protection anymore." Max explained.
"Really?" I asked. She nodded in response.
"Now please make love to me, Fang!" she pleaded.
"As you wish." I granted, easily sliding into her wet entrance. I was trapped in a trance from the feeling of being inside of her with no barrier separating us. Each thrust was deeper than the last.
Our bodies fit together perfectly, like two puzzle pieces. It is said in Greek Mythology that humans were originally created with four arms, four legs, and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate beings, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other half. Max was my missing puzzle piece, my other perfect half.
"Fang. I want to. take control. tonight." she gasped between breaths. A second later I was laying on my back with Max riding on top of me. Her breasts bounced at the pace of her thrusts.
"Enjoying the ride?" I asked.
"Enjoying the view?" she smirked.
I had to admit, seeing Max on top of me taking control was one of the sexiest things I've ever seen her do. I placed my hands on her hips as encouragement, sliding my right hand up to cup one of her breasts. I sat up to kiss both of her perky nipples, only to be pushed back down onto the mattress by Max.
I placed my left hand right above her entrance, hitting her clit lightly, and was rewarded with a whimper from Max. Her walls were tightening, and I was nearing the edge. I put all of my effort in to not come at every thrust, wanting to let her finish first.
"Fang! I'm gonna come!" Max screamed.
"Me too, baby." I groaned.
Max screamed my name as she came undone. I followed a mere second later, savoring the incredible feeling of releasing inside of her. She slid off of me, flopping down beside my arm.
"I love you." she whispered.
"Me too." I agreed. My eyes fluttered shut and I left the state of consciousness without a care in the world.
"Shit!" I heard Max shriek, waking up in a state of concern.
"What is it baby?" I panicked.
"It's 7 o'clock and we are still here! Mom wakes up at 6:30! We are dead!" she hollered.
"We need to come up with a plan. Its not like we can just waltz in the front door." I replied.
"Like what?" she asked.
"Well, we could go pick up breakfast for everybody." I suggested.
"I guess that could work. But we should get going now." Max agreed.
I shook off the covers and stretched out my arms. I smiled at the memory of last night, of Max agreeing to marry me. The image of her riding me appeared in my mind, but I shook it away. I needed to focus on other things than my dick right now.
"Fang! Where the hell did you throw my pants?" Max yelled.
"Right there." I pointed to the corner closest to the door.
Max went over to pick them up and stopped at the mirror.
"Shit! My hair!" Max moaned.
"Since when do you care about what your hair looks like?" I accused.
"I don't, but it kinda gives away what we did." she remarked.
"There should be a brush in the bathroom." I said, pulling my shirt over my head.
We were out of the house in two minutes flat, flying towards the nearest Dunkin' Donuts. We landed in a patch of bushes behind the building and walked around to the entrance.
"Can we please have one dozen glazed, one dozen chocolate, six boston cream, six strawberry icing, and a box of twenty-four munchkins please?" Max asked politely.
"Having a party?" The cashier asked.
"Something like that." Max replied. She handed him the money and we headed back home.
We were half a mile away and could hear the frantic screaming and hollering of Dr. M and the kids. "We are in huge trouble." Max mouthed. I nodded in agreement.
Max nervously opened the side door, holding two boxes of donuts, when she was attacked by Nudge, Gazzy, and Angel.
"We were so worried!" Nudge exclaimed.
"We thought you guys were like taken or something." Gazzy added.
"Please, they wouldn't take Fang. They would return him in a minute with an apology letter stapled to his side." Max snorted rather obnoxiously.
"Eh-hem." Dr. M cleared her throat, "Would you two like to explain where you were?"
"We went to pick up breakfast." Max answered.
"Who wants donuts?" I asked.
"Ooh! Me! Me! Did you remember to get me munchkins?" Nudge squealed.
"Of course!" Max replied.
Gazzy ate his donuts two at a time, being cut off by Max after his eighth. Angel and Nudge were bickering over the last rainbow sprinkled munchkin, and Iggy was lounged over the sofa with his own personal dozen. Dr. M glared at us suspiciously, but she had no proof that we did anything wrong. Max had hid her ring in her pocket, waiting for the right time to drop the bomb that we were engaged.
Everything was back to normal, or at least as normal as six bird kids could be. But you know what, I wouldn't have it any other way.
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