"So, what do you do for fun around here?" I ask, trying to lightedn the mood. It's been a long day, and the atmosphere has gotten a bit heavy for me. I should be exhausted and ready for bed, but I'm not.
Axel studies me for a minute, before he smirks and stands up. He walks over to the wood armoire in the corner and opens the doors at the top, and there sits a TV. It's older, but it still looks out of place in the cabin.
Then he opens the drawers at the bottom, and there are rows and rows of DVDS
I watch DVD's while I work," he says.
I stand and check out his DVD collection. Lots of action movies, mountain men, historic documentaries and comedy mixed in with the classics. He has many complete TV shows as well.
"What do you work on?" I ask, turning back to him.
"Normally, stuff I can sell in town. There's a shop that sells my things on consignment. Once a month or so, I go to town, drop things off, and then meet up with a few friends to make a day of it. After this storm passes, we'll be planning a day to get together."
"Planning? Like on the phone?"
"No, Little One. There's no service out here. I use the radio." He nods to the corner where his desk is.
"What about in an emergency?" I wonder what would happen to him all alone up here.
I know that's the price you pay living here, but the thought of him needing help and not getting it doesn't sit right with me either.
"I've learned how to handle things myself, but if I needed to, I could radio to my friend Phoenix and he has phone service, Wi-Fi and other stuff."
Such a different way of life up here, a much simpler one. One that recently holds a lot of appeal. O love being unplugged and not bothered by my phone.
Would Stephen be blowing it up, demanding I get my stuff out of the apartment? Does he even realize I'm missing? Would Stephen's dad start calling in a few days, when I miss work? The thought of not having to worry about those calls tempts me much more than I thought it would.
"What do you see at that shop?"
He gently takes my hand in his and stares at it for a moment, before leading me to a large cabinet by the kitchen.
"Jerky. Mostly, deer jerky and some others, depending on what I can hunt. Also, I sell the furs in town, as there's always a market for them." He opens the cabinet to show me bags and bags of jerky all unlabeled.
"Do you label them?"
"No, I mark the type and date I made them, and the guy at the shop labels them. He uses his own brand. It's easier than me trying to handle the printing and all that." He closes the door and still holding my hand, leads me to a cabinet by hi desk.
"I also make hand carved knives. These are what I normally work on at night while I watch TV."
I pull one from the cabinet and the handle is wood carving of a bear in the forest with some trees and a river.
"Axel, these are beautiful!! They must take so much time to make."
"I can make maybe 4 or 4 a month, and then more in the winter, when I'm snowed in. They sell for a pretty nice price in town."
This giant of a man made these delicate knives with the beautiful intricate carvings. For sure, the time and details that it takes to make these, proves he's patient. Just like I've known he is in the few hours I've spent with him.
"Would you like to watch TV?" he asks, leading me back to the couch.
"Yes, I would, something funny." I sit on the couch and watch him hunt for the DVD he had in mind. He gets the TV going and then sits on the opposite end.
I watch him, as the opening credits of the movie start up, and when he catches me watching him, he gets slightly nervous.
"What is it?" he asks in that deep, gravelly tone I've come to know.
"Why do you live out here alone?" I go for broke.
More than likely, he won't tell me, but I figure I have to ask, I have this need to know all about him, even if I can't explain exactly why.
He shifts in his seat, clearly uncomfortable wit hthe subject, but he doesn't look like he's going to shut me down. He looks thoughtful, like he's choosing his words carefully.
"With my size, it's just easier." he finally says, but he won't look at me, when he does.
"Easier for whom?" I ask.
That's when he finally looks at me. His expression says it all. It's easier for the outside world, if he hides away. I can only imagine what he has gone through, before movig out here, but I won't pry tonight.
That's when I decided how I can repay his kindness. I can show him that what others think doesn't matter.
"People are cuel to what they don't understand, or what scares them. That's their problem." I say softly and watch his adam's apple bob, as he tries to hide the emotion.
I scoot over to his side and bring the blanket on the back of the couch with me. Snuggling up to his side, I want ot see if he pushes me away. Hi body tenses, but he doesn't move.
"Sorry, yolu are nice and warm," I tell him.
It's the truth. Between the heat from the fireplace and being near him, the day is fanally catching up with me, and I"m having a hard time keeping my eyes open.
I'm really glad I met you, My Giant. I think, as I drift off to sleep.
***
Axel
I'm really glad I met you, My Giant.
Those are the words she mumbled, as she drifted off to sleep. I shift to move my arm, so she's lying against my side, and I wrap my arm around her, holding her close.
I enjoy having her snuggled up to me, and I love that she's so comfortable that she drifted off so fast, and we didn't even get ten minutes into the movie.
This is much earlier than I normally go to sleep, so I settle in to watch one of favorite movies, but I can't seem to concentrate on anything, other than Sydney nestled into me.
I know I should take her to bed, and then finish the movie, but I want this time with her cuddled against me, because who knows, when I'll get it again.
She's so tiny in my arms, and the differences between us are noticeable. Her skin is so soft, smooth, and pale next to my tan and rough skin from all the manual labor I do out here.
Her skin is almost blemish free, other than the cuts from earlier today. Though, I hate them marring her skin. My skin is full of scars and bruises. I never cared much before, but now, I wonder if an angel like this could stand to be around a beast like me.
I lean my head on the back of the couch and stare up at the ceiling, a ceiling built by myself wit hthe help of my friend, Phoenix. Heck, I built the whole cabin. Some days, I still can't believe I did it.
How have I gone from craving time alone to wanting her to fill every corner of my cabin? In jsut a few hours, she has turned my life upside down, and I don't think I could ever go back.
When I look into the days to come, I see her here, helping prep for winter. I can picture her snuggled on this couch, reading next to the fire, when we are snowed in, or coming home from a long day to find her cooking dinner in the kitchen. Or I can imagine a time where we sit down and eat dinner together every night.
When i look up at the TV again, the movie is over, and my Little One is still asleep. I gently pick her up to carry her to bed. Then, she snuggles into me, and my heart races, yelling at me that she's mine, she's comfortable with me, and this could work.
In the hallway, I waver. I had every intention of putting her in one of the guest rooms, letting her have her own bed, her own space, her own bathroom. But now, the thought of her sleeping across the hallway doesn't sit well with me.
Hesitating a moment, I turn into my room and lay her down on my bed. I pull the covers over her and lightly bruch some hair out of her face. She's so beautiful.
Then, I drag myself away to go check on the house. Going around, I check the locks on the doors, the fire in the fireplace, and make sure all the windows are secure with this storm coming through tonight. Anything out of place, I put away. I fold up the blanket Sydney was using on the couch, switch the clothes into the drier, and then head to the bathroom to get ready for bed.
When I get to my room, I don't even turn the light on, because I don't want to chance waking her, and find myself moving through my bedtime routine much faster than normal, because I want to get back to her.
Oce done and standing back by the bed, I hesitate again. Normally, I sleep in my boxer briefs, but with my Little One in bed with me her first night here, I don't want to scare her. It's probably best, if I sleep in my sweatpants as uncomfortable as they might be.
As I carefully climb into bed, it's like she can sense me near, as she curls up to my side in her sleep. Lifting my arm, she moves her head to my shoulder, and I wrap my arm around her back.
'She's only doing this to stay warm,' I tell myself. That's the whole reason I brought her to my bed, so she can stay warm. She isn't used to living in a cabin out here in a strange place. If she woke up alone and cold in the middle of the night, I didn't want her to get scared.
Gently rubbing her back, I tr to relax. Then, I rerun the day over in my head, beginning with her finding me in the river. When I had my first glimpse of her, something about her called to me. There was n o hesitation or question that I'd bring her back to the cabin. Though, I never expected to be here tonight. Like this.
The more time I spend with her, the more time I crave. I love having her in my space, her scent in my room, and her in my arms.
There's enough light filling the room for me to see the clock on my nights stand, and I've been lying in bed with her for 3 hours now, and I'm still wide awake. I can't get enough of watching her sleep, and making sure she's okay.
When the thunder boombs from outside, her body tenses in her sleep. I pull her closer to me, an she starts to relax, but then she moves again, and her head turns up to look at me.
Our eyes meet and neither of us moves, as something passes between us. An understanding that I'll keep her safe. I hope she feels this too, because the longer she looks at me, the deeper she's digging herself into my heart.
Finally she breaks the spell and snuggles back into me, mumbling about how safe she feels.
Only once she's back asleep, am I able to fall asleep myself. If only I had an idea of how I'd be woken up that next morning, I may not have fallen asleep at all.
I haven't slept so well in a long time. This couch I fell asleep on isn't as soft as I remember. Enjoying the quiet and warmth for a bit I lay still, not wanting to open my eyes. When I shift, trying to get comfortable, powerful arms holding me in place. That's when I realized I'm not on the couch, and I'm laying on top of Axel. Literally on top of him. When did that happen? I open my eyes and see we are in his room, but I'm lying completely on him, my chest to his shest, and his big arms around me. I can't believe I did this in my sleep. When I start to move off him again, he tightens his arms slightly, like he doesn't want me to move. I shift to the side, trying to get comfortable, but that when I feel it. His hardened cock brushes against my clit, and I have to bite back a moan. It's just morning wood, right? There's no way me laying on top of him like this made him hard. I wiggle again, and the tip brushes my clit, the waves of pleasure shoot up my stomach. This feels bett
Normally, when it's raining like this, I'll shower at the cabin, but I needed a blast of the cold water after that morning wake up call with Sydney. That was the sexiest moment of my life and I thought that I was dreaming it at first. I didn't think there was any way she found me even remotely attractive, much less sexy. But the more she traced my body, the wetter she got. When she pressed her perfect, little body into mine, it was better than I ever could have imagined. I just couldn't believe it. It was almost too much, too overwhelming, and when I started moving her over my cock, I knew there was no way I wasn't cumming, too. Feeling her pussy flutter against me was life changing. I blacked out for a moment and had never felt anything so perfect. Damn it. Thinking about it has me hard again, before I even reach the river. Thankfully, I'm alone out here, or at this point, I'd be scaring some people off. Quickly stripping off my cloth
It's been three straight days of rain, before it finally stops. Waking up and not hearing the rain outside the cabin, is a strange feeling.It's also been three days of waking up oon top of Axel, even when I know I fall asleep on the other side of the bed. Part of me wonders, if we find each other like this in our sleep, or if he's waiting until I'm asleep, then pulling me on top of him. Either way, I'm okay with it.This has been the third dday of him tlling me to use him to cum. Of him gripping my hips and running my pussy over his long, hard, thick cock. He cums every morning, and then he takes his things and runs off to the river to bathe.No amount of cold showers seem to calm down. By the time he gets back from the river, I could go another round, but he doesn't make a move for the rest of the day.Then, no sooner does he get back to the cabin, then I'm finding little ways to caress or rub against him. But other than our morning fun, he won't touch
How does she think I don't want her here? As I stare at her, her lips swollen from kissing me, her eyes glazed and cheeks red, I don't know how I'm going to stop kissing her. But I need her to know how I feel about all else."I want you to stay." I lean down to careess her lips, as her eyes light up.Her warm, soft lips contrast with my rough beard that she loves running her fingers through. I trail my hands down the side of her body, feeling every curve, and loving the way she fits against me. Thoug she is small, she's a perfect fit.I grip her ass and pull her to me, grinding my rock hard cock into her. Showing her without words, what she does to me, and how much I want her. I hate that she was doubting me, and I won't make that mistake again.Thinking that keeping my distance and giving her space was the best possible thing, but obviously I was wrong. When she walked out in her clothes this morning, it felt wrong. I got so used to seeing her in my clot
I wake up on the couch alone. Though, I remember falling asleep on Axel, yet, he isn't here. I'm covered with a blanket and tucked in. Under the blanket, I'm still in only my bra and underwear.I don't move right away, as I think of earlier today.That kiss.Wow.That kiss was all consuming. I've never been kissed like that before, and I don't think I'll ever be again. The emotion and need in that kiss stole my breath every time his lips met mine.This giant was so gentle and treated me like I was the most precious thing in the world.What girl wouldn't want to be pampered like that?Then, I think back to his admission that girls told him he was too big, and even broke up with him for that. Are they blind? Crazy?His size makes me feel so protected, and it's not anything he can help. How dare they shame him for it. They are no better than the bullies I faced in school.I have this need to prove them wrong, and to show him it was their fault, not his. Nothing is wrong with him, and I'l
My Little One is always finding new ways to suprise me. Watching her learn and adapt to living out here, is one thing, but seeing her thriving out here, is another. Like today, she showed me she's going to flourish in this life.She got the deer, first shot.Damn.I'm so proud of her. Though, I don't dare hope that she's meant to stay with me. Yes, here with me. If she does choose to stay, I know she'll be a natural at it.Even I didn't do this well on my first hunting trip. I had my dad with me then, and he was a patient teacher, and we spent the weekend in the woods, until I caught my first deer.I know my dad would lov her. They would bond over this, and he'd want to know every detail, and he'd be the first one to tell everyone he knew about it. Now, I understand that pride, because I want to tell everyone about her.On my first hunting trip out here, I came home empty handed and a little worried about filling my freezer for wint
Like every morning, I wake up on top of Axel, but this time, he's grinding into me. It's slow, agonizingly slow, like he can't stop himself, but need the relief as bad as I do.When his tip hits my clit, I groan and dig my nails into his chest."Good morning, Little One," he grits out, as his hands grip my hips tighter."You were grinding that hot, wet pussy on me in your sleep, and I didn't know how much longer I was going to last," he says with a moan.I let me hands slowly trail up his sides to his chest. This fascination with his chest, I can't explain. In the mornings, is really the only time I get to put my hands on his sculpted chest, so I take full advantage of it."I love waking up this way," I gasp, as he increases his thrusts.His grip on me tightens, and in a blink of an eye, he flips me over and is on top of me. Well, this is different."Damn, that was way hot," I say without thinking.He's always been so careful,
As I stand there and watch her remove her soaked underwear, I know this woman is mine. I won't be letting her go. Not in a week, when the road clears, and not in a year, after she sees what winter is like, not ever.Stalking towards her slowly, I watch her reaction, any sign of fear, and I'll pull back, but all I see is desire. Then, I pull her into my arms and kiss her. I don't voice my worry that I'm too big for her. She's so small, but when I had my fingers in her a moment ago, she was so wet, that I have hope it's enough.I pull back from the kiss, romove my underwear, and let her get a look at the last cock she'll ever have, even if she doesn't know it yet."You're so beautiful," I say out loud without really thinking.It's the truth. She ducks her head and blushes all the way to her chest. It's the seexiest damn thing I ever remember seeing. Compliments make her blush, and I plan to give them to her daily."Get in the river, Little One." I te