“Put me inside, Caroline.”
She dropped her arm and reached under her body. He felt the anticipation all the way to the ends of his toes. The touch of her fingers on his cock was something akin to heaven and hell all at the same time. She followed his retreat until the head nudged at her opening. She widened her stance, and pushed her hips back at the same time she put gentle pressure on the tip of his cock.
“That’s it. Just a little more.”
He was seriously thinking he’d die before he ever got inside her. He’d jacked off thinking about her more than he cared to admit, twice since he’d returned from the hardware store, one of those times being after they found the ribbon and he’d excused himself to go to the restroom. She was the reason he’d not been with anyone else in a few months. She was the reason for the blue balls he found himself with since meeting her. She was the reason for a lot of things, the current one causing him the most exquisite pain imaginable.
Two fingers split under the head of his penis and pulled gently until he started to slide in. She was tight, unbelievably so. Wet. Hotter than a furnace. Unmistakably the best fucking cunt he’d ever had the pleasure of. Once fully seated inside her, she cupped his balls, squeezed them at the same moment she squeezed his dick with her vaginal muscles, and he came close to losing it. “Damn, Caroline.”
She let go, returned her arm to the table, stretched her hands out until she could wedge them between the wall and the other edge of the wooden surface. She was holding on. Smart woman.
Buck pulled out even slower than he’d entered, but pushed forward hard and fast. He did it again the same way and the difference between the two startled him. She gripped him tight, not wanting to let go when he slipped out, but when he forced his way back in, the walls opened up, then contracted and she thrust back into him.
She liked it rough. She not only liked the naughty toys and kink, but liked to be ridden, taken, devoured by the sex and bliss. He could give her that. He could give her anything she wanted, anything she needed.
“Up on your toes. Yep, good.” His hand between her shoulder blades kept her down on the table and lifted her ass, dropped his cock inside her at a different, deeper angle. He loved it. Something about a woman in this helpless position… Next time he’d have her in the bed, on her knees where she could bounce and ride him, but for now, the way he had her, she could only be ridden.
“You okay?”
She turned her head, lay her cheek on the table and blew at her hair to get it out of her face. “Yeah.”
He helped her out, letting go of her hip and reaching up, sweeping the strands off her cheek and into his fist. Her hiss when he pulled it tight made him smile. “You know what this position is about, don’t you Caroline?”
“Yes, I think so.”
“Tell me.” Leaning down over her back again, he was able to look into her face when he pulled it up by the hold he had on her hair. Her eyes were dark, melted chocolate. There was a bit of drool at the corner of her mouth that he licked at.
“Power. Control.”
“Yes. Mine. And yours.”
“How do I have any? You’re on me, in me, holding me down.”
“Yes, but if you don’t stay up on your toes, I stop. That’s your power here. You can call a stop to this at any time with word or action.” As he talked, he continued to slide in and out of her. He never stopped the fucking, never stopped the pleasure.
“Do you understand? You have more power here than I ever will.”
“I understand.”
He kissed her lips, ravaged her mouth, sloppy and harsh by the angle of their heads, but when he lifted his head she was smiling at him. He used her hair as a rein and tore into her. The pounding made her whimper, cry out, scream as her clit rubbed against the edge of the table. By her reaction, she hadn’t realized the possibilities.
“Oh damn, Buck,” she breathed.
He grinned behind her. She stretched and wriggled around, strained at his unyielding clasp, came and the pulsing of her walls against his shaft taught him a quick lesson in resistance. And he failed it. He pulled out until only the head was inside her, let go of her hair, then slammed back inside, pushing her higher and further up the table. When he started to come, he pulled back again, filling just the entrance with his semen.
A few slow slides inside, a kiss to the back of her head, a nuzzle of her neck. “Lower your feet.” She did and his cock slid out, bringing with it a line of cream down the inside of her thighs. With gentle hands on her shoulders, he helped her to stand, then picked her up with his arms around her back.
“Buck, put me down. You can’t carry me.”
“Shut up, sweet Caroline, and wrap yourself around me.”
She looked like she wanted to argue with him but she didn’t, simply wrapped her arms and legs around him as he told her. She wasn’t as heavy as she thought she was. Yeah, she was bigger, heavier than a size eight girl, but he wasn’t a lightweight either. Her softness pillowed against his body, and he loved the warmth. Their come drenched him as he walked with her into the living room.
He set her down in the recliner, then grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch. When she realized he intended to join her in the chair, she turned herself and pressed back, making room for him. He got them covered and after a few trial and error moves, they ended up on their sides, facing one another with drowsy eyes.
“Are you staying?”
“All night.”
“We’re not done, then?”
“Nope.” He brushed his hand over her face, his fingers barely touching her eyelashes. “Close your eyes, Caroline. You’re gonna need your strength.”
“I forgot, you know.”
He thought she’d dozed off. He had. And her tone of voice was soft as it whispered its way across his face. “Forgot what,” he murmured.
“The window. Being in front of it.”
“I know, and I’m glad. You gave in to what you wanted and forgot to worry. Worry is my job. You have some interesting hungers, fetishes. I want to explore them all.” He tugged her closer and wedged his thigh between her legs. They were in a precarious jumble of limbs in the chair, but he wouldn’t trade the closeness, the intimate connection for anything.
“Okay.” She yawned. “Me too.” She squirmed and ground her clit against his leg before settling in again. Within seconds her breathing was even, and she was asleep.
Dear God, she knew how to get to him, how to buckle his knees, and he didn’t even think she knew it. Heaven help him if she ever figured it out. As it was, he wanted to rut like an animal every time he was around her and now that he’d been inside her, fuck…he was so screwed. Literally and figuratively. How the hell was he going to let her go?
Chapter Six
Caroline walked around the edge of the shed. “Neil Diamond? Really?”
Buck smiled and damn if her knees didn’t weaken, her heart stutter to a stop and her pussy tingle. She did her level best to keep her arm and hand steady when she held out a cup of coffee. This had become a morning ritual, even before they became lovers. When she got up out of bed, she’d shower and dress and bring coffee out to him.
“Something about him this morning seemed kind of catchy.” He winked. “I couldn’t get a few of his songs out of my head, one in particular, so I figured easiest way was to listen. Sweet Caroline…” He sang a couple lines as he took the mug from her and held it up in a gesture of appreciation. “Thanks. Are you named after the song?”
“Yeah. I used to hate hearing it.” Now, not so much.
“Why that one?”
“I believe the night I was born my mom was supposed to go see him in concert. That was before she found religion and declared the world evil.”
“Oh. You’re not close then?”
“No. Not since I moved out and married Derek. She and my father didn’t even attend our wedding because we weren’t saved by the Holy Trinity, weren’t married in a church, and had been living in sin.�
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“I’m sorry. Brothers or sisters?”
“A sister. Haven’t talked to her in ages either. She followed in their footsteps. The only family I was ever close to was my grandparents.”
“They still living?”
“No.”
He took a sip of the coffee, then another, and another. His shoulder-length brown hair blew in the wind, and his dark eyelashes fluttered against his tanned skin. He seemed to be enjoying the strong brew and that small thing made her happy. Though her marriage was laughable toward the end, she did miss taking care of a man, seeing to his needs. It went against everything the modern woman was supposed to be and do, but Caroline didn’t see it that way, never had. It was partly why she’d always felt like an outsider in her own skin. Her ex liked it well enough that she jumped to do his bidding, regardless of the task, but something was always missing, something vital to her happiness and contentment: his respect, his love, his devotion. Up until the few years, their sex life hadn’t been lacking, but everything else had. She wanted it all, needed it all and part of everything wasn’t enough for her and she’d asked for a divorce.
“I’ll have the wood finished soon and will take it to the back porch. You need anything else today?”
“No. I didn’t really need wood chopped either.”
“It’s supposed to get a little chillier this week before it gets warmer next, so, I thought it best. Besides, you like the fires, and I don’t mind the work.”
“I know. Thank you.”
The cool morning wind gave his bronzed skin a reddish tint, but his blue eyes stood out even brighter than usual. She was in love with him. Or maybe it was simply a heavy dose of lust. It could be both and it really didn’t make a difference to her either way. She just wanted him. All of him. In her life, her home, and her bed. She wanted his groan of pleasure, his come down her throat. She wanted his hands on her skin, and his heat against her body while she slept. Last night with him had cemented the desire, the hunger. She was meant for more than she’d had before him.
“Do you have a lot of work today? I know you have that package to mail off, do you have anything else after?”
Caroline sipped at her own coffee. When she lowered the cup from her lips, her tongue licked at the drop of coffee left and his eyes zeroed in on the movement. She liked it when he did that, when he stared at her, watched her like he wanted to eat her alive.
Nothing in her habits had changed since she’d hired him or rather since he’d hired himself to do the job for her. She still dressed the same, usually in jeans and a sweater or a long sleeved pullover. The weather wasn’t warm enough yet for short sleeves, and she never wore shorts anymore. As she’d grown older, she’d grown slightly wider. Her hips were full and rounded, her ass was full, too, and her breasts, well, the 38D bras she had to buy…at least they had some really pretty styles if one didn’t mind shopping at online lingerie stores. And she didn’t. She loved the sexy ones she’d found, like the black shelf style that had arrived a couple days ago. There were no cups, only a lacy underwire shelf for her breasts to rest on, leaving the mounds and nipples free. She’d bought only one, not sure if she’d like it, but after trying it on, she had gone online immediately and ordered two more, one in blue, the other in red and had them shipped two-day express. They would come today.
She not only felt sexy, but looked sexy in the bra and she rarely ever considered herself a woman that looked, let alone felt that way. Over the last few months though, since Buck had been coming around, she found herself doing little things to make changes in how she saw her age and what time and genetics had done to her body. Her husband essentially leaving her for a younger woman hadn’t helped an already shaky self-image. Even though she asked Derek to leave, to actually pack his stuff and get out, he’d already left in all the other ways that mattered. The younger women he’d paraded through their marriage hadn’t bothered her, but she’d been curious about the fascination. Meeting the younger handyman, Caroline had begun to kind of understand it. A five year age difference wasn’t much, but to a woman of forty, it was enough of one to make an impact. Buck hadn’t come on to her, flirted with her or touched her unless it was necessary. The only thing he’d ever done to make her think he saw her as a woman rather than a client, was that look of heat every so often when she licked her lips or curled her hair back behind her ears to keep it out of her face. She didn’t know if he’d seen the strands of gray at her temples or if he realized she had to use extra creams to keep the lines and wrinkles down to a minimum. But when he looked at her with that bit of lust flaring, it made her want to feel younger and sexier, even if she didn’t look it.
“Not a lot of work. I have a couple of baskets to put together, but they don’t need to go out until the end of next week.”
“That’s good. I know I like being busy and seems like you do too.”
“Yes. I’d rather be busy than twiddling my thumbs all day wondering what to do. I used to do that far too often when I was married.”
Buck leaned his hip against the axe handle, and she had a hard time keeping her eyes trained on his face. She wanted to look down or lean against him. She wanted to drop to her knees, press her face to his crotch and rub her cheek against his cock.
When he licked his lips after taking another swallow of coffee, she looked away, somewhere over his shoulder. His tongue licking the drop of coffee seemed to have the same effect on her that it had on him when she did it. And things were even hotter between them after yesterday and last night. She’d not had so much sex in one night in a long while and though she should be sore, all she could think about was getting naked with him again.
She liked feeling free and sexy and pretty and wanted. She liked being the woman inside and letting her out to see the light, to be seen by a man like Buck. Even though he likely didn’t know it, he’d helped her to see that side of herself, and she was enjoying the discovery.
She hadn’t felt that way about herself during her marriage. At least not the second half of her marriage. When Derek focused on her, on them, she’d felt like the sexiest, most beautiful woman alive, but when he’d started looking away more, wanting and having other women, she lost that feeling. She’d retreated into a shell, and she was damn glad to be out of it.
“That’s right. You didn’t work before.”
She looked at his face again, briefly raising her gaze to his. “No. I started my gift baskets after the divorce. Since it’s an online business, I can move it anywhere there’s Internet and shipping. I like it and it’s…” She shrugged.
“Yes. A personal touch is lacking these days. I’ve seen some of what you do. It’s good. I’m sure your clients are very happy.”
Caroline smiled. She liked him being proud of her. “Thanks. Well, I guess I should let you get back to work.” She didn’t want to though. Staying, talking, looking at him was what she wanted to do instead. The taste of his come was still on her tongue from breakfast when he’d told her to strip down and suck him, and she was eager for him to tell her to do it again.
“Welcome.” He picked up the axe, wrapping his hands around the wood shaft and lifted it to rest on his shoulder. The move pulled his tee shirt tight across his chest, and she knew his gaze followed hers as she looked him up and down, smiling into his face and bright blues. “Neither of us wants to work right now, do we?”
Caroline shook her head. “No.”
“What do you want, sweet Caroline?”
“More of you.”
“Huh. Interesting.” She followed Buck into the shed. “I think that can be arranged. I had a thought yesterday about you and this sawhorse here.” He patted the piece of wood. “But it might be a little chilly this morning.”
“Coffee warmed me up. Didn’t do that to you?”
“Oh I’m warmed up, but it wasn’t me I was concerned about.”
“Sweet of you.” Caroline pulled her sweater off over her head. “I’m okay though.” And from the way his eyes widened… �
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He reached out and flicked the ring in one of her nipples. “Love it. You need to wear that kind of bra all the time. Leave those beauties free and exposed.”
She grinned. “Yes. Exactly what I was thinking. I have two others, but, there are a host of colors I haven’t ordered yet.”
“Well, we should definitely get that done. God, Caroline, they’re beautiful.” He wrapped his large hands around the globes of her breasts and squeezed, tugged, massaged the creamy flesh. She moaned in need, and he grinned at her. “Matching thongs?”
“Lacey boyshorts.”
Buck groaned and she purred. “Driving me crazy, woman.”
“That’s the whole idea,” she whispered into his hair when he lowered his head and licked at the valley of her chest. Her fingers unsnapped and unzipped her jeans, and she shimmied out of them.
Buck stepped back a couple inches and looked down. “You deserve a spanking for being such a tease.”
“Mmmm.” She kicked the jeans off to the side near the door. “And how am I a tease?”
“You came out here under the pretense of bringing me coffee.”
She watched him unbuckle his belt and pull it through the loops, one at a time. The hissing sound it made caused her to shiver. “But I did bring you coffee.”
“You did.”
“Am I to be punished?”
“Spanking isn’t for punishment. It’s strictly for pleasure. Mine…and yours.”
She liked that. A lot. “Then what?”
“You will bend over the top of the sawhorse, spread your lovely legs, and have your pussy plundered.”
Well, hot damn. She squirmed, clenching her thighs tightly together. “And when might that take place?”
“Not a little bit eager are you?”
“Nope. A lot eager.”
“Then let’s see if we can’t take care of you.”
Buck backed off and grabbed a blanket from the corner. “We used to use that when Derek wanted to play outside.”
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