As the months went by, Jenna and Max grew closer. It was the beginning of June now and they had been together for over 5 months. School had gotten out a few days before but Jenna still had things she needed to do in her classroom before her summer break could officially begin. They had saved up enough money together to rent a cabin for the summer that they would share with other couples. Jenna and Max got it the first week of every month. Neither of them had ever had a rental cabin before and were very excited to have a getaway that was their own. The cabin was deep in the woods up north, near the bridge, a few hours from home. No t.v., no cell phone reception, no neighbors. Max liked that part the best.
As much time as Max spent with Jenna, it never seemed like enough. He didn't want to smother her, but he couldn't stand being apart from her either. When she spent the day with Amy shopping or wanted to have a double date with their friends Max never complained or objected, but secretly it bothered him. He wanted Jenna all to himself. She was his; he didn't like sharing his time with others. He couldn't be himself around others, either. Jenna saw a side of Max no one else ever saw, not even Greg. Max had revealed a little more about his past, over the months Jenna pried and tried to get as much out of him as she could. He told partial truths. Stories and bits from his past that did really happen, they were just out of context, or left out the more problematic parts.
He didn't like lying to her about things; about what had happened to him, about what he had done and where he had been. But what else could he do? He had it all now; her love, a job, a place of his own. He was happy. He wasn't about to fuck that all up by telling her about a past he wished he could forget. There was no point, the past was in the past, what's done is done. Jenna was his future. Jenna was his life, without her he didn't know what he'd do, who he'd be. But he told himself he'd never have to find out.
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Max waiting anxiously at Jenna's place, pacing her living room waiting for her to come home. He noticed he did that a lot, when he felt pent up, nervous or excited. He couldn't sit still, he needed to move. He had packed his bag and Jenna's for their week away. Not much to pack, a few things of clothes, they wouldn't be wearing much, he thought, expecting this trip to be a week full of sex, eating and more sex. Although he knew Jenna really wanted to hike and see the scenery around them. He doubled checked to make sure he had packed them both enough socks. 8 pair were plenty, he counted. He zipped up the bag and heard the door slamming from out in the living room. "Finally," he mumbled to himself, smiling.
"Honey, I'm home!" Jenna shouted, mockingly. Jenna wanted to shower before they hit the road and Max joined her. They soaped each other up, cleaning each other's bodies, talking about the fun things they wanted to do this coming week. Jenna turned her back to Max and faced the water. She lifted her head up and let it rinse her off. As the water washed away the suds down Jenna's front, Max's hand caressed her hip; he rubbed her sides with both hands and kissed her back. His left hand slid down her stomach in between her legs. Jenna moaned and pushed her backside into him, his erection poking her in the middle of her back.
"Oh my, I didn't know cabins got you so excited," Jenna joked, giggling to herself. She shut the water off and jumped out of the shower quickly. "Not yet!" she insisted, refusing him what he wanted. Max stepped out after her, lust and desire burning his eyes practically black. "Just wait until we get there! OK?" Jenna laughed and ran off into her bedroom, shutting the door behind her. Max sighed, but didn't follow. He looked down at his throbbing boner and shrugged at himself.
An hour later they were packed up and about a half hour into their drive. Jenna flipped through the stations in Max's truck, while he draped his arm around her casually, holding her close to him. The truck had a bench seat so Jenna could sit right next to him. She could also lay down if she wanted to, which she really liked. The truck was big enough and had plenty of room. The sun had begun to set and cast pink and purple shadows over the darkening sky. It was a beautiful view as they drove.
Jenna's hand rested on his chest, she loved to rub her hands over Max's body. The feel of his muscles under his shirt was sexy to her. She'd never been with such a man before. Someone so powerful, so beast-like. That's a funny way to think of it, she thought. But really, he was almost beast like. He was a strong, big man; he was scruffy and thick, he had such a raw sexuality about him that drove her crazy when they were together, and she loved every bit of him. There were no other drivers on the desolate road as they drove further out from civilization and closer to their destination. She figured now was a good a time to give him a little surprise.
Max's eyes were on the road when he noticed his belt strap being pulled. He looked down to see Jenna's hands maneuvering the belt out of the buckle and the button being popped on his pants. He glanced at Jenna's face as his zipper came down and his sudden erection popped out. "That was fast," Jenna smiled up at him, raising an eyebrow.
"Hey, I can't help the affect you have on my body," Max admitted, shifting his body so he could tug his pants down a little lower for her. Jenna's warm hand wrapped around his dick. The warmth of her hand and the feel of the pressure knocked the wind out of him. He exhaled sharply, and breathed in deeply. His eyes shifted from the road to Jenna as she stroked him slowly. She leaned closer, planting kisses on his neck, she bit down gently, nibbling his earlobe. Max unconsciously chuckled, his ears and neck were very ticklish. Jenna loved to take advantage of that and kiss him there whenever she could.
She kissed his cheek and lowered her head down, planting kisses on the tip of his cock. It sent tingles up his chest, down his legs and to his balls. Max moaned loudly, setting his head back on the truck's window behind him. "I love you," he mumbled, as his right hand snaked through and grabbed hold of her hair. She moaned to him in response as her mouth opened and sank over his member. She took him all the way in her mouth and he felt his prick hit the back of her throat. Jenna had blow job skills he didn't even know were possible. The way she sucked and pulled on his dick was mind blowing. The best part was how she swallowed when he came. She never spit it out; she always sucked him off and swallowed it all.
Jenna's hand pulled at his shaft as her tongue flicked the tip of Max's cock. Sensation rippling through him, he squeezed the handful of her hair he held and she swallowed him further, taking all of him in her mouth. Her mouth tightened around him as she pulled up and pushed down on him, sucking hard with each motion. It felt so good; feeling her lips around his dick, her tongue licking his tip. His mind began to get foggy; he knew his release was coming soon.
