Eve listened to Dom going about his business, very aware of the persistent, sometimes throbbing, warmth between her legs.
He’d walk to and from between her car and his shed, each time she’d find herself watching the muscles of his chest flexing beneath the tight fit of his t-shirt, and the bulge in his jeans.
She watched him walk towards her, past the kitchen window, and imagined racing to the side door and into the alleyway down the side of the house, and imagined the smile on his face as she took his manhood in her mouth.
She was imagining the pleasure it would give him, to look down at her, smiling up at him with her mouth full. She was thinking how sexy she’d feel if he came as quick as she thought he might, and realised that she was trying to make herself get the courage up to do it.
She took a breath in, and was just about to turn around when she felt his hands on her waist. She’d been so lost in her thoughts she hadn’t heard him come in. When asked if she needed anything from the shop, she casually replied not and gave him an intentionally coy kiss on the cheek.