Hana's Handyman

by Tessie Bradford

  Goose bumps rose along her skin when Sam cupped her breasts. He stroked and fondled, causing the material of her shirt to tickle across her pebbled nipples. Wave after wave of heat shot straight to her pussy. She whimpered and flexed her hips. Immediately, Sam repositioned, pressing his thigh between her legs. Hana shamelessly rubbed her clit against him.

  In a hot minute, Sam divested both her and himself of their shirts. “Beautiful,” he whispered, gazing at her while gently pinching her nipples. He kissed the tip of her nose before lowering his head to take her breast into his mouth. Hana draped one arm over his shoulder for support as he used his tongue, teeth, lips and hands with decadent skill. Her legs quivered, and she was pretty sure her juices were soaking through her shorts onto his denim-clad thigh.

  Desperate to give Sam equal pleasure, Hana ran her hand along his erection. Her knees nearly buckled when he responded with a purposeful nip to the underside of her breast. She attempted to unbuckle his belt with shaky fingers and failed miserably. She harrumphed loudly and gave it a sturdy tug.

  For a large man, Sam was extremely quick. In one fluid movement, Hana found herself lifted and cradled in his strong arms.

  “I’ll be happy to help you with that, sweetheart, once we’re in a more comfortable spot.” He moved with purpose toward her bedroom.

  Hana nuzzled the side of his neck, infinitely grateful Sam was in charge of transportation. With her racing heart, the butterflies dancing in her tummy, and her inability to breathe correctly, she had no doubt walking was definitely out of the question. Hopefully, I don’t pass out before we get to the good stuff. She giggled at the thought.

  “Gonna tell me what’s so funny?” he asked as he came to a stop next to her king-size bed. When he tried to let her down, she wrapped her arms around his neck and held on.

  “I’m too horny to stand up.”

  “Damn, I sure appreciate the ego stroke,” Sam said with a sexy as hell grin as he carefully set her down on the mattress.

  Empowered by the lust shining in his eyes, Hana rested her palms against his chest to keep him from coming down with her. “Belt removal?” she reminded.

  Sam laughed while doing what she asked. When he popped open the first button of his fly, Hana scrambled up onto her knees. “Please, let me, Sam.” She rested her hands on her thighs, maintaining eye contact while waiting for his permission to proceed.

  His expression darkened, intensified, and he slowly drew his arms behind his back. He raised an eyebrow and gave a slight nod.

  At fifty-two, Hana knew exactly what she wanted sexually, but the few men she’d been with since her divorce had been sadly disappointing. Every instinct she possessed cried out that Sam would fulfill her in ways she’d only dreamed of.

  She unfastened his pants and pushed them down. His cock was beautiful. She wrapped her fingers around the thick base, leaned forward and licked. Sam let out a soft moan and rested his hand on the back of her head.

  Hana took her sweet time tasting and teasing his entire length. The contrast of a penis, soft skin over steely hardness, never ceased to amaze her. She carefully held his balls and tasted them also. When she couldn’t hold off another second, Hana guided him into her mouth.

  She loved giving head as much as getting fucked. Worshipping a cock gave such a sense of power, while intensifying her need to show submission to her partner. She eagerly took him as deep as possible then set a rhythmic pace.

  “That’s it, honey; Jesus, you’re incredible,” he encouraged as he grasped a handful of her hair.

  Hana struggled not to climax when Sam became an active participant in his blowjob. He flexed his hips in perfect sync with her sucking, while using just the right amount of pressure to help lift her head up and down. God, how she wanted to taste his cum!

  Sam obviously had other ideas. She whimpered when he held her still and pulled out of her mouth. In silence, he took his pants all the way off, grabbed a condom from his wallet, and rolled it on.

  “Lie back.” he ordered quietly.

  She complied immediately. Sam yanked her shorts and panties off and tossed them to the floor. He slid his hands up along the inside of her legs, opening her to his perusal as he crawled onto the bed.

  “Hold onto the headboard.” He stared at her cunt, licking his lips. Hana’s hips jerked up off the mattress when his fingers stroked her from anus to clit. “So wet and ready for me.” Sam grasped onto her ass cheeks, and Hana tightened her grip on the spindles.

  There was no gentle build up, no teasing. Sam went down on her with staggering intensity. Her legs quivered uncontrollably as he alternated between tongue fucking her to within an inch of her life and sucking on her clit.

  Her orgasm slammed into her with the force of a runaway freight train. Hana bucked and cried out while grinding her pussy against his face. Fire raced through her veins. Her pulse pounded in her ears.

  As her climax continued, Sam rose up, draped her legs over his thighs and slid inside her with one powerful thrust. Hana cried out again.

  “Yesss,” he hissed, gathering her close and pounding into her body.

  The sounds of the bed frame rattling, grunts of exertion and flesh slapping flesh filled the room, adding to the overall hotness of the event. Hana couldn’t believe how much the reality mirrored her fantasies.

  Sam did some shouting of his own when he came.

  Chapter Three

  Hana gloried in the weight of Sam’s body atop hers. His heart hammered so hard she could feel it against her breast. She ran her hands up and down his perspiration-dampened back, wishing they could stay right here, like this, for at least a week.

  “That was amazing.” Sam propped himself up on his arms and grinned down at her.

  “Yeah, it was,” she agreed, returning his smile.

  He leaned down and kissed her with such tenderness her heart skipped a beat. When he slowly pulled out of her body, she missed their intimate connection instantly. It must have reflected in her expression.

  “Hey, do you think my boss-lady will be pissed if I take the day off today?”

  “Probably not, if you have a very good reason, that is.”

  “I have a burning desire to make love with the sexiest woman on the planet until we both can’t form a coherent thought.”

  “Oh, she definitely approves the time off.”

  “Then don’t move, I’ll be right back.”

  Sam headed toward the bathroom. Hana greatly enjoyed watching him as he went. He was a fine looking man. When he returned, he pulled more condoms from his wallet and set them on the bedside table. “I’m gonna go grab something to drink. Can I get you anything?”

  “A bottle of water would be great, thanks.”

  Hana quickly took care of her own personal business and hopped into bed as he came back into the room. She took a long drink of the water he offered then scooted over to give him space. Sam fluffed up the pillows and settled himself against the headboard. Hana eagerly went into his embrace when he held out his arm to her.

  “I need to ask you something, Sam.”

  “Go for it, sweetheart.” When she hesitated, he used his index finger to lift her chin. “We’re lying here naked after fucking like a couple of teenagers. In the very, very near future we’re going to do it again. I’ll tell you anything you want to know, Hana.”

  “Do you always carry half a dozen rubbers in your wallet?”

  “No, I sure don’t,” he answered in a serious tone. “I put them in there as soon as I got home on the day we met.”

  “I hope not because I came across as an easy mark.” She infused as much humor as she could into her voice, but she was genuinely concerned. To the best of her knowledge, she’d never inspired a man to lust at first sight.

  “Oh shit, no, Hana,” Sam said, resting his palm on her cheek. “You so blew me away within the first five minutes, I’m still shocked that I was able to carry on an intelligent conversation, let alone put together a professional proposal and bid. I
knew immediately that I was going to do everything in my power to switch our relationship from business to personal, so being a confident guy, preparing for success made sense.”

  Hana rolled onto him, wrapped her arms around his chest and hugged. “I’ve dreamt about you almost every night.”

  Sam ran his hands down her back and cupped her ass cheeks. “Am I living up to your fantasies?”

  “Well, so far so good, but I’ve got quite the active libido, which at times, leans toward the non-traditional.” Playfulness surged through her, as did renewed horniness. Hana planted little kisses along his chest and up to his shoulders, shimmying until her knees were by his hips. She pressed her wet pussy against his rigid penis and wiggled her ass.

  “How intriguing.” Sam swatted her butt with authority, sending heat radiating down her legs.

  He grabbed onto her rear, spread her cheeks wide and moved her up and down his length. She closed her eyes, relishing the friction on her clit. When the head of his cock nudged her entrance, she whimpered and stopped. Gripping his upper arm, she leaned over and grabbed a condom. Sam crossed his arms behind his head and watched her with hooded eyes as she tore open the package.

  “Gonna help me?” she asked, holding him in one hand, the latex in the other.

  “Nope,” he responded with a decadent grin.

  “Very nice.” She chuckled, sheathing him.

  “Hop on, sweetheart. Have your wicked way with me.”

  As she moved to straddle him, he teased her pussy lips with two fingers. She batted his hand out of the way, positioned his cock and took him slowly inside. They moaned in unison when he was fully seated. Hana struggled for breath as she adjusted to the glorious sensation of being filled to capacity.

  Sam’s words, along with him sitting upright propped against the headboard, his legs stretched out straight, gave the illusion she was in charge of their lovemaking, but the almost predatory look in his eyes left no doubt that he could and would take the upper hand when he was ready. Hana trembled with excitement. This man, whom she barely knew, seemed to understand exactly how to enflame her, body and mind.

  He palmed her left breast, squeezing the sensitive flesh and catching her pebbled nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She felt each pinch and tug deep in her womb.

  Hana wrapped her arms around his neck and began to ride him. She deliberately set an agonizingly slow pace, enjoying the sweet torture, hoping she was driving him mad. She rose up until the tip of his cock was barely inside her. Sam used his free hand to massage her pussy, paying special attention to her throbbing clit.

  She held his gaze while sliding back down. Sam reached around her hip. Hana threw her head back, dug her fingernails into his shoulders and squealed when his lubricated thumb breached her anus.

  “Non-traditional is my middle name, Hana.” He pumped his thumb a few times before removing it and filling her with a couple of fingers. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

  Never in her life had Hana felt so free and uninhibited. She bounced up and down, angling her hips so she could rub her clit against his pelvis, at the same time, shoving her ass into his hand. Her breasts swayed, her thighs shook, hell, her toes curled.

  “Your cunt’s squeezing me like a vise…faster…ah, harder…come for me…”

  Hana shattered into a million pieces. As her body convulsed and her thoughts floated, she was vaguely aware of Sam holding her tight against his groin, keeping her from jerking off of him.

  She dropped her forehead to his shoulder and struggled for breath. Feeling a cramp forming in her right shin, she attempted to shift her leg. Hana gasped when the movement caused her vaginal muscles to spasm around Sam’s still very hard cock.

  “Are you kidding me?” she whispered, thrilled beyond belief at the possibility of Sam having more in store for her, but unsure what he’d think if he knew how into it she was.

  “The fact that I’m about to be buried balls deep in your ass is no joking matter, sweetheart.”

  When he carefully lifted her off his cock, Hana leaned to her side and flopped down on the mattress. She quickly draped a pillow over her face in an effort to buy time to get her racing thoughts and emotions under control. It had taken years after her divorce before she’d finally admitted her inability to communicate her true sexual desires had been a major factor in the breakup. Since then, she’d only tried once to be completely honest, and the man had embraced the acts without out the slightest understanding of their meaning.

  Sam gently removed the fluffy barrier from her grasp and tossed it away. “Please don’t ever hide from me or yourself, Hana. Something real special is happening with us.”

  He stroked her from shoulder to hip before blanketing her body with his and claiming her mouth. Hana writhed beneath him, raking her fingernails down his arms, back and over his butt until she couldn’t wait another second to have him fulfill his dark promise.

  Hana ended their passionate kiss. “I need you, Sam,” she pleaded, breathing heavily.

  “You’ve got me,” he replied, his eyes dark with emotion. “Where’s your lube, sweetheart?”

  She pointed to the bedside table. Sam yanked open the drawer and withdrew the tube. He squirted a generous amount into his palm and coated his still-protected penis from root to head. Hana rolled over, gathering two pillows and shoving them under her pelvis.

  “Such a precious gift,” he whispered with reverence. She felt him kneel between her legs. He caressed up her calves to the back of her knees. “Scoot up a little,” he directed, using gentle pressure to guide her.

  Cream seeped from her pussy as seconds ticked by with Sam doing and saying nothing. Hana pictured him staring down at her, appreciating her submissive posture. Maybe he was stroking his cock, smiling because he knew he was driving her fucking crazy. Well, two could play this particular game.

  She inserted her middle finger deep in her channel, letting out a long, low sigh as she fucked herself. Sam remained silent, but he spread open her ass cheeks and rested his cockhead against her anus. She switched her ministrations to her throbbing clit. Oh God, yes, perfect; he gets this, gets me.

  Sam breached her rear entrance. Hana squeezed her eyes shut and grabbed a fistful of sheet with the hand that wasn’t busy in her cunt.

  When his thighs rested against hers, he leaned forward and kissed the back of her neck. “Here we go.”

  He took control of her body, her pleasure, in a manner Hana never conceived possible. He was forceful but gentle, commanding without being domineering. She felt cherished, safe, and, when they shared an earth-shattering release, finally satisfied in every sense of the term.

  Sometime later, after a nap, Hana snuggled against Sam as he held her in his strong arms.

  “I think this is as good a time as any to tell you that I’m going to be around here a lot longer than originally planned.” He brushed a kiss on her forehead. Hana felt his smile.

  “Really? Well, I guess, if necessary, we could renegotiate your contract.” Hana found herself flat on her back with Sam peering down at her before she knew what happened.

  “Ah, sweetheart, I say we just keep breaking all the rules.”

  About the Author

  Tessie Bradford is a wife, mother, and grandmother who works full-time outside the home, and tries very hard to keep her hours of drudgery inside the home to the barest minimum. When she’s not creating steamy stories for the characters living in her head, she may be reading a book, yelling at the TV during a football game, comforting a scared animal from the local shelter, or dancing in the aisles at a heavy metal concert!

  She loves to talk to her readers and can be found at www.tessiebradford.com and www.sevensexyscribes.blogspot.com.

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