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Chuckling, I smirk and make my way to the back patio.
“It’s nice out here,” Allison compliments as she peaks her head out the door, watching me lift the lid.
“Thanks, I built it,” I reply as I use the wire-bristled brush to scrub the grates, then close the lid to let it heat back up.
“You built the porch?” She asks in awe as I stroll back into the kitchen and head for the fridge.
I pull the steaks out, pausing to recoat them in the garlic butter marinade. “Yeah, it’s what I do. I build things.”
“Like houses and stuff?”
“More like patios, decks, and the projects I can mostly do by myself or with only a few other guys. I like my peace when working alone, plus it pays better when you don’t have to split a job.”
She nods, “Makes sense. I knew you’d do something with your hands.”
If she only knew what I want to do to her with these hands, she’d be in for a surprise. “I’m not a wealthy man, but I make enough to put food on the table.” Tossing the steaks on the grill, I set my timer and come back inside, finding her in front of the sink watching the kids jump and laugh with each other. “You okay?”
“Yes, I love seeing Tanny so happy like this.”
I move to stand beside her, rinsing the dish off and washing my hands. Grabbing a paper towel, I dry them before moving to stand behind her. Wrapping my arms around her, I hug her from behind, resting my head on her shoulder as I watch the kids, seeing what she sees. Josiah is having a blast; he doesn’t have many friends come over so he’s loving having company his age.
“You both deserve to be happy, always.”
“That’s not reality,” she whispers, and I shrug, leaning in to pepper kisses along the side of her throat.
“Maybe not for some, but it could be yours. I have a feeling if you’re happy, your daughter will be too.”
“It took me far too long to realize it, and you’re right. She does notice my moods, especially when Mike’s recently done something. I worry she’ll feel my emotions right now with everything I’ve found out. The moving, the new baby, the divorce, all of it. It’s not her mess to have to deal with.”
“Your ex is a prick, but one thing I learned about your daughter the first time I met her is that she’s intelligent. She will see for herself what a strong woman you are, and she’ll admire you for it someday.” I press one last kiss against her delicate flesh and make my way out to check the steaks. When I come back inside, she pulls me to her, positioning us so I’m holding her from behind again. She feels perfect in my arms.
“How do you always manage to say the right thing? I swear you have a superpower or something.” A warm sensation fills my chest with her compliment. I’m glad I can offer her something. “Earlier when you said you weren’t wealthy, were you concerned I’d be worried about how much money you make?”
“I mean, I saw your house, Allison. I know what you’re used to and, at this time, I can’t give it to you, maybe not ever.”
“Good. I don’t want what Mike gave me. I was miserable in that huge house for a long time. You make me feel alive. Wanted. Desired. Valued. Strong.”
“Fuck, baby,” my voice comes out in a raspy whisper. Her words instantly make me hard. “You really think I do all that?”
“I know you do; it’s why I want you so badly. Why I’m always looking for your face no matter where I go, silently hoping I’ll see you. I should probably be using this time to find myself or whatever the self-help books say, but I can’t stop wanting to spend my time with you. To feel you again.”
A quiet groan escapes me with her confession. I lightly brush her hair over her shoulder and nip at the back of her neck, following it with running my tongue over the skin and lightly blowing on the area. She shivers, uttering a barely there curse. I want her so badly my cock feels like it could burst, but I didn’t invite her here for that. She’s not some booty call I plan to send back on her way; this woman is someone I could see myself keeping. "Let me know if they start running this way."
"What, why?"
"Because it's been too long since I touched you how I want to." I lift her sweater with one hand while my other dips beneath the waistband of her stretchy pants. If we were alone, I'd yank them down and feast on her pussy, but we're not, so I'm improvising. She's not wearing any panties, and Christ, it makes my cock unbearably harder. My hand explores lower, teasingly rubbing right above her neatly trimmed pussy hair. I ache to touch her, to press against her clit and tease her pussy until she's a soaked, vibrating mess needing to cum on my fingers.
Allison squeezes my arm, trying to keep her breathing steady. Her nipples are stiff against her thin sweater, and I can't help but think about how much I'd love to tease them with my mouth. But I need to be patient for now, as I don't want to scare her off with how intense I feel about her. The thought of her wetness, of how her pussy must taste, is making me want her even more.
I need to at least feel her clench around my fingers and make her come. I want to hear her breathy moans again as well as get the utter satisfaction from pleasing her. My fingers dip between her slit, sliding up and down through her pussy lips, circling her opening. God, I can't wait to stick my dick inside her tightness again. Fingering her now, in the middle of my kitchen, will have to hold me over until I can get her naked.
I lean in close to her ear, whispering, "I want to feel you wrap around me, squeeze me until you can't hold back anymore."
She lets a soft gasp slip free and bites her lip, her eyes fluttering shut as her forehead wrinkles in concentration. Slowly, I increase the pressure, my fingers darting in and out of her slick folds, teasing her sensitive clit with every movement. Her body begins to convulse beneath my touch, her low moans egging me to keep going until she comes all over my hand. I can feel the tension building between us, and I know that she's close; hell, I am and I'm not even touching myself.
She moans softly as my fingers continue to explore her, her excitement growing with each touch. Her heat and pent-up desires match my own. "Do you want me to stop?" I whisper, my voice so low and husky it sounds more feral than man. She shakes her head, her lips parting in a silent plea for more.
As my fingers find her clit again, she gasps, her body arching into my touch. I circle it gently, teasing her, making her say my name. She follows with, "Oh God, yes," her voice filled with need. As I dip my fingers into Allison's wetness, my heart thuds wildly against my chest. Her body trembles with her impending release while her broken moans grow louder with each thrust of my fingers. Her breathing quickens, and in the next beat, her pussy clamps down hard around my fingers, milking the digits for everything she can. Her body pitches forward, her hands bracing on the counter to hold herself up as her legs shake, and she comes. Hard.
