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As we gathered supplies, I asked her, “So how come you have a pair of overalls, then? Is this what all the top pastry chefs in New York wear?”
She laughed. “Nope. I bought them for the renovation. But it ended up being such hot work I preferred to work in just my sports bra.” She shot me a look.
“Yup,” I agreed. “Hot work indeed.”
We got down to focusing on the leak, and to my surprise, fixing it didn't take too long. There was a cracked tile and a tear in the roof lining, so I removed a couple of tiles while Elara held the ladder, and patched up the rip with some breathable membrane before replacing the tiles with spares I had on hand. It wasn't a perfect job—the whole roof needed replacing, really—but it would do for at least a year or so.
With the leak under control, Elara and I stepped back to admire our work. "Not bad, eh?" I said, wiping my brow with the back of my hand.
"Pretty impressive. I had the tougher job, though."
"You held the ladder like a pro. Seems like you've got experience with handling long, hard objects."
She bit her lip. "Actually, I’d like more practice with that."
"I think I can help."
I pushed open the front door, my cock already throbbing painfully in my jeans. Before I'd even taken two steps inside, Elara dropped to her knees in front of me.
"Fuck, Elara," I groaned as she freed my aching erection.
"Shh," she whispered, pressing a finger to her lips. "You've worked so hard today. Don't you think you deserve a little reward?"
Before I could even respond, she gripped my cock in her hand, her fingers wrapping around the girth with an almost possessive fervor. Her eyes never left mine as she began to slowly pump, her movements deliberate and calculated. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, the tension building within me like a tempest, threatening to consume me whole.
Her delicate hand tightened its grip around my shaft, creating a tight, pulsating ring that sent shivers of ecstasy down my spine. I watched as her mouth hovered millimeters from my cock, her tongue darting out to trace the bulging veins along the length of my member. She rubbed her thumb over the swollen tip in slow circles.
My breath hitched.
Suddenly, her full lips parted slightly and closed around my throbbing member. Her mouth felt warm and inviting, her tongue swirling around the head before taking me deeper into the cavernous depths of her throat.
A groan escaped my lips as I tangled one hand in her hair, guiding her rhythmically up and down.
She expertly worked on every inch of me—from base to tip—no part left untouched.
"Fuck, baby," I moaned, "you're so good at this."
Every nerve ending in my lower body screamed for release but I held back, wanting to prolong this exquisite torture a little longer. Then, just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, she pulled away with a soft 'pop,' looking up at me with those emerald eyes.
"I want you to come on me, Cole," she said, her voice deep, dark, impossible to resist. She unbuttoned her overalls, and slipped them down, before wriggling the T-shirt underneath it off. I looked down at her perfect chest, the creamy white skin, and the dark little nipples. Elara took hold of my cock again, pointing it toward her breasts as she began pumping it slowly once more. "You deserve to let go, Cole. You're always doing things for everyone else. Let me do something for you."
"Fuck," I groaned. I felt like I was going to burst with pleasure. I squeezed her shoulders, my fingers digging into her flesh, urging her on.
Elara watched me intently, her eyes gleaming with lust and desire. She stroked my shaft in confident rhythmic motions, getting faster as she looked up at me. “Come for me, Cole. Just let go."
With those words, I lost all control. Every ounce of restraint I had been holding on to shattered, leaving me vulnerable to the pleasure that washed over me. I groaned deeply, my hips bucking wildly as my cock released itself all over Elara’s beautiful body.
Elara, smiling like a Cheshire cat, dipped her finger in my cum and licked it like it was cream.
***
We had sex twice after that. In the lounge and in my bedroom. I took control both times, still lusty from the filthy fantasy Elara had constructed earlier that night. After we finished for the second time, and we'd collapsed in my bed, I said, laughing, "You know my brother made a bet with me today."
"A bet?"
"I mentioned that we were, you know, having a fling." For a moment, I wondered whether I should have said anything. But I was helpless to be anything but honest with her. The more I told her, the happier I felt.
To my delight, she didn't seem at all upset. "Really?"
