The Gentle Giant

I was right.

It was the morning of dreams as we enter the dining area of the kitchen. There's a gorgeous and extravagant breakfast table and the numerous aromas including coffee and strawberries were making my stomach growl in excitement. Rolf's laughing at me but I go straight for the first plate I see. Seriously though, I'm ravenous.

"Grab everything you want, sweetheart then come sit next to me." Elizabeth says as she watches me, dishing up my plate. I smile back at her and she continues sipping her steaming mug of coffee. I think she finds me amusing. I think they all do as Rolf joins them on the table, watching me succumb to my stomach's desires.

"Someone's got the right idea!" Angie joins me, piling her own plate.
"By the way, dad can't wait to meet you he just won't seem like it." She whispers to me. I'm a little confused but then I hear heavy footsteps walking down the stairs. Since everyone but Thomas is here, I presume it's him. I'm finally going to meet Rolf's father. I'm very nervous, if I'm honest but Angie stays with me once I've finished fixing my plate.

As Thomas walks up to me, I feel a little embarrassed with what I've got. I may have gotten carried away.
He's looking very seriously at me, and I feel my smile melting away as he gets closer. Nobody's saying anything, even Rolf won't help me.
"That's quite a plate you got there." Thomas says, his face not changing. His green eyes are judging me, I can feel it. I'm starting to grow red with embarrassment.
"Dad." Angie pleads with him but he silences her by raising his hand. No one's talking now and I feel my hope of bonding with him begin to dwindle.

But then his face lights up into the warmest smile. His hands gently hold me by the arms and he leans in and asks me;

"Could you fix me one just like yours, darling?"

...

I love Thomas. No seriously, I am in love with the man who will become my father in law. I feel like he's my father already.
Too soon?
"I hope I didn't scare you too much, sweetheart." Thomas is pouring me my second glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.
"She's strong, dad." Rolf winks at me as he bites a chunk out of his french toast.
"I admit, I was a little scared. I've been excited to meet you, Thomas."

Rolf kisses the side of my head.
"Likewise, darling. Elizabeth wouldn't stop talking about you and what she thought you'd be like. But I'll tell you, you're above and beyond our expectations. You're very much a part of this family, Fahmeen. I hope you know that."
Oh my God, my heart is melting.
"Oh dad that was beautiful." Angie gasps.
"Oh be quiet." He rolls his eyes and resumes eating and I can't help but giggle as I remember this man was supposed to be a tough nut.

Things are changing.

...

"He's like a gentle giant." I say, referring to his father, as we swing on the hammock.
"Yeah, he may look scary but he's a real sweetheart." Rolf laughs. We've been invited for lunch at River's family home. It was his now that his mother had returned to her place of birth. She was unable to live by herself in this huge house after his father passed away last year. Being the only child, he inherited the land of course and moved back home.

"Can I get you guys anything to drink?" The host walks out into the garden where me and Rolf were waiting till lunch was served. He'd gotten a new haircut since the last time I saw him, which was only yesterday. Think of Thor from Ragnarok.
Yep, it looked that good.
River invited the whole family but everyone suddenly had a lot to do, leaving me and Rolf to accept his gracious invitation. It felt like they wanted it to just be the three of us. I think Elizabeth wanted her son to catch up on his life back home. It sounds like the right idea to get back on track.

"Just some water, please?"
He nods at me and Rolf offers to help him out, leaving me momentarily alone in this beautiful garden. Apparently, River's mum was a gardener, a lover of tropical plants and palm trees. There were two right beside this hammock, actually giving me the most comfortable shade as the sun shon intensely today.

I must have fallen asleep as I feel someone tucking stray hair behind my ear. This person has cast a very large shadow because I'm unable to feel the sun anymore. I keep my eyes closed, whilst he strokes my cheek and then my lips. His touch is very gentle, almost like he's afraid to do so. Is it because we're not alone Rolf is being overtly shy. I sigh and lazily open my eyes.
"Sorry if I woke you."
The voice belongs to someone else. I must look startled as River steps back a little and clears his throat.

"Lunch is ready." He looks guilty and kind of sad. There's a story behind those eyes I'm being drawn into.
I don't know what to say, he makes me nervous. Not particularly in the bad way - that's the problem.

River squats in front of me and watches me, a little worried.
"I didn't scare you did I? It's been a long time since I've..." He shakes his head and I wish he'd finished what he was saying.
"No, I just didn't expect myself to have fallen asleep. Sorry, let's go."
He waits till I stand up and then joins me as I walk to the garden table. It's already been laid and set. I sit down and look towards River as there's a distant smile on his face as he watches me take in the food and table setting.

"Should I have waited?" I chuckle, maybe I misunderstood his etiquettes.
"No, sit. I was just going to help Rolf out. He's keeping watch on the roast."
"I was wandering where he'd gotten to."
"I put him on guard duty. He always had a good eye." River gives me a funny look then, like what he said had a double meaning. I narrow my eyes a little, wanting him to explain but he just turns around and walks back inside.
I watch his broad back disappear into the large house and imagine just how lonely he must be being the sole resident to this large estate. He was an only child, so he had no siblings. His mother basically gave up on him as he lost his father. And the way he looks at me, maybe he lost a woman too.

...

The roast lamb was succulent and tender. It was the greatest joint I've ever eaten.
"You sure know how to cook." I tell him and I detect a slight blush on River's cheeks.
"I hear you can throw it down yourself." He defers my compliment and drinks from his cup. Rolf gives him a strange look and I guess it did sound a little funny, but I knew what he meant.
I shrug, feeling embarrassed myself and wandering who told him of my amateur ways in the kitchen.
"Don't be modest, baby. You can make things taste magical."
There was a short silence but suddenly the guys start laughing and I look down, sporting a serious blush.
"I'm sure."
I look back at River but he's already looking at me.

...

"I don't know, I'm scared I'll slice your throat or something."
"No you won't. Come on. I've always wanted you to help me shave." He sits down on his bathroom stool and pats his thigh. He wears only a towel around his waist after his shower and there's steam all around us. I'm already in my pyjamas, well his shirt, tired and desperate for sleep but Rolf has been insisting I be involved in tonight's shaving routine. I think it's a fantasy of his or something judging by the look in his eye.

"Fine, but you owe me."
"Anything." He winks and I walk up to him. I stand in front of him and wait for his instruction as I'm clueless. He softly chuckles and grabs things from behind me. I hear the rattle of a razor and he passes me shaving foam.
"I think I know how to do this." Now I feel excited, learning something new.
"Come closer."
I step closer and squeeze out the foam. I try putting it on his face but he pulls back.
"Closer."

Now I'm in between his open thighs. He's allowed the towel to rise up and so his cock is almost touching my skin. I can see it. I can't help but wet my lips.
"Careful." He tells me and our eyes meet. A flash of hunger passes from mine to his but I suppress it and go on to pat the foam onto his face. As I do this his hands grab my ass and pull me closer. Basically, his cock is nestling between my thighs.
"That's better." He sighs and I kiss his nose and continue my work.

This is beautiful what we're sharing. I'm glad I didn't pass up on his offer.
"I'm lucky to hav-
"No. I'm the lucky one." I remind him. I couldn't let him finish that, it wasn't true. I'm the lucky one to have you.

"We will have more." He whispers. My hands slow down their work and I lower my eyes. I understand what he's referring to.
"I know."
I begin to cry but he wipes them before they could barely leave my eyes.
"Can we have them soon?" I ask.
"We can have one every year for the rest of our lives or none at all, as long as I get to have you. You're mine and if you want to try again, we can do it tonight. But remember I'm always going to put you first. Do you understand me?"
I see fear in his eyes and so I stop shaving. For the first time I see this fear of losing me and I've never seen someone look at me that way before.

"You won't lose me." I reassure him and he hugs me, pressing his face into my chest. I can feel the wetness of the foam soak through my shirt but that doesn't matter. Kissing the top of his head, I pull away, intent on finishing this job.
"No shaky hands, remember?"
I nod and start once more, careful and precise.

Rolf heavily sighs and for a second I look at his eyes, to see what's wrong. He just stares at me and so I carry on shaving.
This time he groans out loud, sighing once more.
"Okay, what's up?" I step back and assess him for any damage. Nope, it's all clear. Rolf crosses his arms and I love the way his biceps flex under these bathroom lights. It's still steamy in here.
"Oh nothing, it's just that you look a little restricted and wet in that shirt of mine. It would seem to make your job easier if you took it off?"
I cock my head to the side and he copies me, gauging my reaction.
"Fine." I'm suddenly horny and so I lift it up without hesitation and it takes him aback.
"Oh okay, that worked." He chuckles and he helps me out by tossing it on the floor.

"That's better, now return to your place."
I look down at his semi hard member and step right up to it, assuming my former position.
"'Now what?"
He watches my face, Rolf looks like he's won the lottery but he just doesn't know how to spend the money.
"Er, hop on."
I straddle his naked waist and his arms go around mine, one hand wrapping themselves in my hair. In a funny southern accent he says,
"Now Imma take you to the stars, baby girl."

Our mingled laughs can be heard from the bathroom which, as the minutes go on, develop into something more sensuous.

The steam no longer sourcing from just the shower.