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After Max and I squared away what kind of lumber I needed for the first phase of construction, I put in a few more hours on-site. I supervised the start of the foundation dig and updated my schedule for tomorrow. A board member swung by after work and wanted a tour of the site, so I walked him through the footprint of the building and pointed out where a few features would be. By the time I got home, I’d eaten a drive-thru supper and was ready to stumble into the shower. I’d been up since five and working hard.
When the water hit me, it revived me, which was the opposite of what I wanted it to do. I wanted to scrub off and go to sleep. Tomorrow was another long day. The problem was my blood surged hot and wild over the memory of the city planner in her skinny jeans and a buttoned-up flannel that was just a little snug over the swell of her breasts. I hadn’t been anywhere near her, but I could’ve sworn there was a slight gap between her third and fourth button, a place where her breasts pushed against the restraint until the fabric between buttons pulled and gapped. I shut my eyes as the water beat down on my restless body and I pictured walking up to her, backing her up against that tall pine tree.
When her back was pressed up against the bark of that old tree, I took my big, open hand and caressed her, touching her pretty face and neck, then running my hand down the front of her soft shirt, cupping the heavy swell of her breast, then dipping one long finger into the flare of straining fabric between buttons. Her gasp, faint and lovely, stunned me when I reached inside and brushed her skin with the tip of my finger. Her smooth, hot flesh. I used my thumb to slide her button open, first the one above, then the one below until the soft flannel spread open for me. My hand slid in her shirt and grabbed for a big, bare breast. No bra, nothing restraining the shape and heft of her beautiful, luscious globes of flesh. I wanted them, greedy for their taste in my mouth. I stooped and mouthed one breast, taking the entire nipple in my hot mouth, no teasing, no caresses, taking as much of it as I could. She filled my mouth, hot and responsive, that pert pink nipple tightening to a hard point as my tongue worked it over. I felt my whole body blaze with desire, my cock so hard it ached at how eager she was, how easy to stimulate, how delicious her body was. The salt of her skin, the rake of her fingers through my hair, the arch of her hips toward me.
I unbuttoned her tight jeans and worked them down, my hand diving down the front of her panties to touch her, to finger her wet, slick sex. My fingers were coated with her slippery arousal in no time, and I slid my big, calloused fingers between her folds and pierced her with one long finger, making her cry out. I released her nipple, moved my mouth to her throat. Everyplace I kissed and sucked her neck made her writhe, made her wetter around my fingers. She reached for my zipper, dragged it down and freed my burgeoning cock, the erection so hard that the tip wept precum onto her questing fingers. She stroked me and I groaned aloud. I steadied her, her hot gaze burning into mine as she toed off her boots and I helped her out of her jeans and panties. The whole world had fallen away, the build site empty but for the two of us under the cool wind and the shadows of afternoon. I leaned in and brushed my lips to her cheek, whispered how much I wanted her.
“I want you, too, Noah,” she said.
That’s right, baby, I thought. No bashful murmurs from her, just confidence and desire, stating her intentions as boldly as she could. It ran through me like a thrill, those words, seeming to milk more beads of moisture from my cock just from her sultry voice saying the exact thing I wanted to hear.
Then she shoved my jeans down, her hands gripping my ass. She grinned, standing nearly stripped bare, back against a tree trunk, her flannel hanging open and naked from the waist down. I growled, liking what I saw and felt from her.
“Take your shirt off. You’re overdressed,” she said archly, “If we’re gonna fuck right here, I want your skin on mine.”
I had that shirt off in record time, crowded her against the tree again, this time my bare chest flattening her breasts against me. She tipped her head back and let me kiss her lips. God, it was hot, the slide of her tongue in my mouth, the way she gripped my hair in her hands and the way her legs parted for me. I grabbed her by the thighs and lifted her, braced her against the tree for leverage. Then I buried my throbbing cock in her to the hilt in one hard thrust. She cried out, her legs going around my hips. I ground into her, hitting that spot and pushing against it, that made her sob with pleasure. I stayed buried in her and rocked against her again and again until she clenched and screamed, her climax coating my cock as she raked her nails down my back. I kissed her chin and jaw, her throat, and then pulled out and slid back in, pumping into her fiercely now, my vision going dark as I fucked her hard and long. Her sweet curves were wrapped around me, her slick body taking everything I gave her, lush and tight and wanton. Her eyes fluttered open, and she gasped as I went so deep that I took her breath away. When her gaze locked on mine, she said, “Yes, Noah, yes,” and I came and came in a long, frantic gush, filling her.
