I come around the corner on my way to the kitchen and there you are in the dining room, sweaty and dusty and looking oh so competent. Carpenter’s pencil behind your ear, hands on your hips, you’re just standing there, your back to me, seemingly lost in thought. I’m sure your puzzling out your next move. You’re so careful, so invested in every project you undertake. I love this. I know you don’t hear me behind you. I tiptoe carefully until I’m standing directly behind you. I circle your waist with my arms and plant a gentle kiss on your neck as I hug you close. We stand that way for a few minutes, my front to your back. You feel so good, so solid. My hands begin to roam of their own accord. You stand there patiently, gently sinking back into me, letting me have my way.
My hands travel across your chest, rubbing and squeezing gently. They move lower, and I start to tug your shirt out of your jeans so I can find your skin. But then, I reconsider. I move away slightly, and gently nudge you so that you catch my drift and turn to face me. You cock your head to the side, your eyes crinkled up from the slight smile that graces your lips. You start to say something, but I stop you, gently placing one finger on your lips and the other on mine.
“Shhhhhh,” I tell you. “No talking.” Carefully, slowly, I reach out and pull your shirt free from its mooring. I undo the buttons, one by one, remembering to unbutton your cuffs. I push the shirt off your shoulders and down your arms, unable to stop myself from kissing your hands…playfully sucking on the tip of your right index finger. Your eyes widen, pupils dilating. I am quite certain I hear your breath catch…a small moan of pleasure escapes as i suck, slowly. Realization dawns on your face…you know where this is going…
I let your fingertip slip from my mouth with an audible pop. The look you’re giving me – scorching, smouldering. Makes me feel wanton and wanted. I reach for the button of your jeans, slipping my fingers inside the waistband, rubbing and teasing all along the edge. I lean forward, bending slightly, the tip of my tongue tracing your happy trail from its origin to….where it slips inside those damnable jeans. They are getting in my way!
Without further delay, I unbutton those jeans and tug them down over your hips, push them down towards the floor where they act as a sort of restraint, preventing you from moving about. I can tell the anticipation is killing you; the outline of your cock is obvious under your briefs. I reach out to stroke you with my hand, reveling in your hardness. For a moment, I hug you, but just to pay some attention to your ass, cupping and rubbing your cheeks through the fabric. I like your ass, baby. I can’t help myself. But we’re too close – your hands start to roam and I put a stop to that…not yet, baby, not yet.
I step back and drop to my knees in front of you. Staring up at you, I hook my fingers in the waistband of your briefs and carefully release you from their restraint. Your cock springs free, so hard, a glistening drop at the top. Everything tells me you are beyond aroused.
I can’t help myself…I reach out with both hands just to feel you. I cup your balls, gently massaging them between my fingers. I grip the base of your shaft carefully. You feel like steel in velvet. I lean forward and nuzzle you, breathing in your heady aroma. I am so turned on right now. I turn my head and gently run my tongue the length of you from base to tip, kissing my way back down again. I flatten my tongue for a return trip and then take you in my mouth. You’re hard and warm within me and you taste amazing. Watching you out of the corner of my eye, I begin to suck and lick, gently at first, increasing the pressure and the pace ever so slightly as time passes. For me, time actually stops. There is nothing but my mouth, your cock, and the look of raw desire I see in your eyes. I could do this forever.
Your hands grip my head, your fingers threaded in my hair, and you begin to actively participate. You thrust into my mouth, holding my head and making me take you so deep. Thrust and withdraw, thrust and withdraw, you fuck my mouth almost tenderly, careful not to choke me. I look up and see the tight line of your jaw; I know you are close to losing yourself in me.
As good as this feels, neither one of us wants it to end with you cumming in my mouth. You withdraw a final time, and I feel bereft without you. You kick out of your jeans and pull me up and into your arms, holding me close against you. I can feel your cock distinctly through the thin fabric of my dress, pressing up against me insistently. I look up from your chest and you draw me into a deeply passionate kiss. Your hands are everywhere. You pull my dress up in the back, gripping and squeezing my bare ass cheeks, your eyes widening in approval and pleasure to find me naked under the dress.
I instantly find myself being pushed backwards and then lifted slightly, my ass resting on the dining room table, you between my thighs. Grabbing my thighs, you enter me with no warning, no preamble, and wrap my legs around your waist. You lower me until I’m resting on the table and, bending over me, bury yourself balls deep in my warm wet pussy. And suddenly, neither one of us can wait any longer. I cry out, “Babe, please, now. Hard. Fast.” You withdraw, but only for a second, snapping forward at the hip and driving yourself into me over and over. You reach places I never thought were possible and I’m going to cum any second. I whisper in your ear, “Cum with me,” and, with a deep moan, you bury yourself in me one final time, both of us shuddering with waves of pleasure as you collapse onto me.
“Babe,” I say softly. “I just came in to see how the reno was going and to ask if I could make you lunch.”
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