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She rested her hands on her hips, popping one to the side. “Do you want me to go wait in my car for five more minutes?” The sarcasm was thick, and she broke into a giggle, pushing past me and into the house.
“You look way too good to be here to help lay tile.” I watched her hips swing when she walked into the house.
Chelsea looked back over her shoulder and wiggled her hips. “Good thing I’m not planning to be much help.” She winked, running her hand down her side. “I am definitely dressed to watch though.”
With a laugh I’m sure the neighbors heard, I caught up to her, wrapping my arms around her waist from behind and spinning her around. She squealed and giggled, swatting at my hands in a feeble attempt to get me to let go, but when I did, she leaned back against me like she hadn’t wanted me to.I didn’t want to either.
I dropped onto the floor with all the supplies I had shown up early with to set-up, and Chelsea leaned against the counter. She watched while I got into a rhythm, first smoothing a layer of grout over the floor, then sticking down the tile, and finally patting it lightly with the back of the joint knife. I stared at her from the corner of my eye every step of the way, amused every time her brows lifted.
She jumped up onto the counter, crossing and re-crossing her legs. She seemed oblivious to my watching her, but when I licked my lips, a quiet hum slipped from hers. With a grunt, I brushed my hands together, clapped, and stood up.
“Now we wait for it to dry. Thanks for the help,” I said with a wink.
“You’re welcome. I really do expect partial credit when it turns out amazing.” Chelsea giggled, covering her mouth when the quiet sound turned into a burst of laughter. She threw her head back.
The sound was infectious, and I couldn’t help but join in. “Deal. Come on, I’ll make you a cup of tea.” I grabbed her hand, helping her off the counter and around the wet tiles and leading her to the other side of the kitchen by the stove.
I filled the kettle Wade and I kept at the house for the late nights and busied myself filling it with water. Chelsea stepped up behind me, running her fingers along the fabric and making it stick in the sweat that had beaded there. My breath hitched, and when I turned from the sink, we stood chest to chest. Her eyes darkened, and she ran her hands over my chest up to my shoulders.
Her eyes darted between mine and my mouth, and she swallowed, moving towards me until her lips met mine. They were soft, and they tasted sweet—a taste I had started to crave constantly.
“Careful, butterfly,” I said quietly against her lips.
She smiled but didn’t pull back. “Why?”
“Because I’ve been dying to get my hands on you all day, and if you keep kissing me like that, I’m not going to be able to keep them off you any longer.” As I said it, my fingers twitched.
Chelsea pouted her lips slightly, winking at me. “Then why don’tyoukissme, hmm?”
The words had barely left her lips when the kettle was slammed onto the counter behind me. My hand gripped the side of her neck, my thumb holding her chin as my tongue danced against hers. When she relaxed, letting me have the control she silently asked for, she moaned, and I swallowed the sound.
I held her body tight against mine, exploring every inch of her mouth that I could with my tongue. Her chest was soft, and my skin was on fire everywhere she touched. I kissed her like I would disappear the second I stopped, like she was my last breath.
Chelsea felt soft in my arms, and when I tightened them around her, lifting her, she gasped. I sat her on the counter, positioning myself between her legs and moving my hands to the button on her jeans. The way her eyes bored into mine made my breath rush from my lungs. It was like she was taking in every small detail and movement of my face, almostreveringme.
“Is this okay?” I asked, continuing with the button.
She nodded and stared back at me, a spark igniting in my core as I heard her zipper move. I grabbed the waistband of her pants, and she lifted her hips so I could slide them down. A pained groan rolled from my chest when I saw the bodysuit she wore and the way it covered her torso, clasping between her legs.
“It’s a good thing this has buttons, or I’d owe you a new one of these too.” I pulled the snaps on the material until they popped apart.
Her skin reacted to every sweep of my fingers, and when I brushed them over the lace fabric of her panties, she whimpered. My cock swelled behind the restraint of my pants, and when Chelsea whimpered again, I knew she wouldn’t last long. “Please, Graham.”
“Don’t worry, butterfly. I’ve got you.” At the same time that her lips crashed into mine, my thumb rolled over her clit, causingher legs to jerk further apart. “You’re so wet. Is this all for me? Do you want me to make you feel good, Chelsea?”
“Oh myGod,” she whined, pulling my face back to hers. “Stop talking!” She kissed me again, her arms locking around my neck as she sucked my bottom lip into her mouth. I hissed when she bit down before licking the small indents she left behind with her teeth.
My fingers slid from her entrance to her clit and back, and she rocked her hips against my hand, begging for more. When I slid my first two fingers into her and curled them, Chelsea dropped her body against me, and I continued the motions with my thumb on her clit while thrusting my fingers into her, pausing to massage that spot that had her nearly levitating off the counter.
The sound of her moans were muffled against my mouth, and her legs shook against the cold granite countertop. Her breath came in quick, shallow pants as I coaxed her orgasm from her. Her muscles tightened, and she stiffened, pulling back from my mouth.
Her toes curled, but my body kept her legs spread apart. “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” she whined.
“That’s right, precious girl. Let me see you fall apart.” Her eyes got wide, and her pussy tightened around my fingers.
Chelsea cried my name when she collided with her orgasm, her eyes rolling back into her head and her mouth dropping open. Her fingers dug into my shoulders like they were desperate to hold onto something as her body lost all control, and she arched into me until I was sure she had left the cool counter completely. A warm rush soaked my waist, leaving the surface beneath her wet.
“Holy shit.” She gasped for breath, dropping her face against my chest and shivering when I ran my hands through her hair. Goosebumps decorated her skin, and she quivered, like a simple touch would send her crashing over the edge again.
