"So eager," he says.
His hands splay on the inside of my thighs, and he pushes my legs open, keeping the pressure on them. He kisses all around making my clit throb waiting for him. I'm patient though. I take in every way he is touching me, taking care of me. His hands move closer, then his thumbs rub on both sides of my pussy, his other fingers keeping my thighs down, while his mouth lays claim to my clit. The tip of his tongue plays with my swollen bud.
I want badly to move my hips, to keep myself on the edge, but he has full control and when he sucks my clit and bites, I lose it. My orgasm reaches every fiber of my being. He sucks again, making it last. I squeeze my eyes shut and grab his hair. He releases the pressure on my thighs as the high wears off. But my hips rise towards him. His tongue lays flat against my clit and my hips begin to move. Wanting to feel the rush again.
"Troy, oh God, stay there,” I tell him.
I move faster, his tongue keeping contact with my clit. His hands hold my lower back as I fuck his face. My body rises, his fingertips dig in, and my orgasm rips through my body. Every muscle tenses. He keeps me in his mouth until I come down, then lays gentle kisses on my sensitive clit that make my body twitch. He climbs over me, pushing his erection into my sensitive clit as he gently kisses me.
"I'll go makeyourbreakfast now."
Afteraquickshower,the smell of bacon and eggs pulls me to the kitchen. Troy is leaning over the stove mixing the bacon around in just his briefs, and I'm not mad about it.
"Watch that grease." As I say it, there's a pop in the pan, and Troy jumps back.
"I should probably put a shirt on."
We both laugh.
"No, no. I'll make the bacon. You stay just like that." He shakes his head with a grin but hands me the spatula.
He works on the scrambled eggs while I finish the bacon.
"So, what's today, shelves?" I ask him as we sit at the table with our food.
"Well, first we have to fix the wall." He raises a brow at me. I take a bite of bacon then point it at him.
"Hey, that was not entirely my fault."
"I'll never be able to look at that room the same again."
I gasp and cover my mouth with my hand.
"Oh my fuck. Sarah cannot, under any conditions, know we had sex in her library."
He runs his fingers across his mouth like a zipper and throws away the invisible key.
After we finish eating, we go out to feed the animals and make sure everyone is inside the smaller gated area before the storm rolls in. We also bring the shelves into the house from the garage. I paint the wrecked wall while Troy cleans up the rest of our paint mess. Thank goodness there was plastic on the floor. Once the wall is dry, we stand in the room and try to picture exactly where we want the shelves to go.
Troy walks over tothewall and tilts his head.
"You know, when the sun hits it like this, and I squint, I can see the outline of your ass."
I walk over and smack him playfully on the shoulder.
"Shut up," I say then tilt my head next to him. "Oh shit, you totally can. We are putting a shelf there, right?"
Troy turns around, and we are face to face. His hands glide down my hips and grab my ass, jerking me to him. My hands go to his chest.
"I don't know, I kind of like having the reminder."
"No, we can't..." He stops me from finishing my sentence by kissing me.
His hands travel up and wrap around my waist. I will never tire of the way his hands feel on my body. He pulls away, and his thumb catches my bottom lip, pulling it down.
"We can put the shelf there." He winks at me then steps to the side to walk out of the room, but first lands a firm smack on my ass as he leaves.
Getting the shelves where we want them and anchored to the wall took the better half of four hours. We plop down in the center of the room admiring our handy work.