Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 280

Storm POV

These stupid double knots, I bet this was Mum’s idea to have fun at my expense. I mumble to myself, as my large fingers have trouble untying these tiny bows. Was this what Dad had to go through, like did they double-knot all his? Might ask him one day.

Carefully, I prepared Cloe for what was to come, bringing her to the brink of release. I was not confident enough to let her have the release she was chasing, and then climb on; I was worried she would cope with it twice, not being her first time of accepting me. I was worried about splitting her apart, like the stories Dad had told when we grew up enough to start experimenting with girls.

But I worried for nothing, Cloe was perfect, and this position gave me deeper access to her, and I didn’t mind holding her legs, until we learned what Cloe can and can’t do in bed. I am so looking forward to experimenting with her. She will have to call the shots at first, because I don’t want to hurt her. What I didn’t expect tonight was when Cloe was sitting on top of me, that was coaxing another round out of me, not that I minded it, my shaft was quick to respond, like it had a mind of its own, and wanted more, making up for all the ones I didn’t get over the past few months. All my need for other girls had died a while ago, it was same ole, same ole, and I was ready for something more. Dad had said one day I would feel that way. I hadn’t expected it to happen so early in life, thought maybe when I reached my thirties.

I kept hold of Cloe’s hips, and she started to move up and down, balancing on her knees, her stumps not much too, for balance, I hope it doesn’t cause pain to the stumps; they are still swollen.

Cloe said they didn’t hurt anymore, only phantom pains, which, according to Dotty, might last all her life. I hate the idea that she was in pain, but even painkillers can’t stop phantom pains.

Cloe bounced up and down, like a pro. It was tempting to let go and see if she could manage on her own, but my protective side wouldn’t let me. The look of enjoyment on her face was magic; her eyes were closed as she felt her way through this new experience. Her breasts were bouncing in front of me, and it was hard to resist letting go of Cloe’s thighs to touch them. I wanted to do so much with her, to her. It didn’t take long for me to be close to exploding again.

“Storm, I am so very close.” Cloe hissed as she picked up the pace, as she rode me like she had done this a thousand times before, not this being her first time.

“Let go, Babe,” I urged, watching her, to pick up the pace even more, and I couldn’t hold on, as I exploded, screaming her name. I felt her tunnel clenching on my shaft, drawing my release.

We had talked about this on Wednesday night, agreeing to make this a special day. Cloe had a birth control injection a few weeks ago, apparently it was Dotty’s suggestion, knowing we were getting closer to being intimate. Dotty didn’t think it was a good idea to get pregnant until Cloe had her prosthetics fitted, and I was okay with that. Clo still had a lot to go through, and a baby now wouldn’t be good for her. I won’t push her; it’s Cloe’s body, and she has the right to decide when she is ready to try for a child.

“Would you like a shower?”

“No, too tired.” I moved Cloe to the side, left the bed, grabbed a warm cloth, came back, and, with care, washed Cloe between the legs and dried her with a small towel. By the time I returned to bed, Cloe was asleep; she had a long day, and I hope she enjoyed it as much as I had. I stared at her sleeping form.

My wife.

My better half.

My heart.

My life.

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