She set her book down and glanced around. She had been so en..
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She set her book down and glanced around. She had been so engrossed in her story of fae princes with pointed ears and black glossy wings, she just realized he hadn’t returned from his shop yet. Her stomach growled and she glanced at the time. 5pm. She should start dinner.She stood and stretched before walking to the kitchen to prepare a chicken and veggie bake. Once the oven preheated she popped the pan in and set a timer. She briefly thought about sending him a text, “dinner will be ready in 25 minutes,” but she knew he wouldn’t be looking at his phone. She would just need to go tell him in person. So she slipped on her boots and stepped out into the bright evening. It wasn’t cool yet, though the trees were beginning to turn a kaleidoscope of colors. There was a whisper of autumn settling around their land, her favorite time of the year. She smiled as she walked briskly to their shop. It was a short walk. She saw him, leaning over a tractor part, his back slightly to her, as she entered the shop. It was darker in here and she squinted as she glanced around at the assortment of tools, equipment and parts. Dust and other airborne particles floated by, illuminated by the soft light spilling in through the windows.She drifted in closer to him, he still hadn’t noticed her. Running her hand along the nearest table, she accidentally bumped a … hand pruner? Lopper? She’ll never know, but now she could feel his attention slide to her. She heard a rustling sound as he set down what he as holding and maneuvered around the part. Instead of turning towards him, she decided to play coy and turned her weight into the table, resting both palms firmly on it as she looked at the variety of tools set out before her. She shifted her weight, sticking her butt out just a little and feeling her jean shorts ride up.She felt the ghost of him behind her as he quietly approached and she smiled to herself. Like a moth to a flame, he sidled up behind her. She heard him remove his gloves before she saw him rest them beside her and then she felt his hands gently wrap around her waist. She felt his breath at her ear and the slight tickle of his jaw as he leaned in to her.“Don’t tell me you found more branches for me to remove,” he says, glancing over her shoulder to the shears. “Oh no. I keep it contained in a cage so it can’t grow ,” she teased. Just as she began to giggle, it came out in a huff of air as she suddenly she found herself facing him, her butt pressed firmly back against the table. He lifted her chin up by a finger. Her smiled faded as her eyes met his dark ones, churning with desire. She felt a flutter in her belly and gulped. Even when in control, she felt out of control with him. A savage flame that could easily be stoked to life, bright and mighty, setting her whole insides ablaze. It only made her more determined to dominate him, but in this moment she was melting under his gaze and the way his hands held her softly yet firmly at her waist, pinning her. He leaned down and his lips grazed hers. She completely forgot why she’d even come out here when he lifted her up onto the table top. Pleasure pulsed through her sex. He leaned back in and kissed her properly this time. She moaned into his mouth. She lightly nipped his bottom lip as he moved, now trailing his lips across her jaw and down her neck and stopping at her collarbone.“Maybe I ought to use these shears to remove this,” he now tugged at her shirt. It only took her a second to pull it off and leave it stranded on the shop floor beside them.“Good girl,” he murmured as his lips pressed softly against her soft curves. “Only when I want to be,” she smirked.He lightly bit her nipple through her thin bralette, and a hasty moan escaped her lips as her body arched into him. “I will be good,” she quickly promised.His hands moved up, cupping her full breasts. His tongue swirling around her sensitive nipple.“Oh gods,” she moaned. Then his hands fell to her waistband and begun unfastening her jean shorts.“These little things are the death of me,” he admitted as his hand reached in and traced the top of her white thong. She shifted her weight so she could lift her ass and he swiftly pulled her shorts down her thighs and then down past her ankles, where they ended up discarded by her shirt. He pushed her legs open and pulled her panties to the side. “Fuck.” He breathed. His finger brushed her clit and she arched towards him again.“Please,” she moaned. He took two fingers and gently pressed on her now, moving them in a circular motion. Just as she was about to beg for more, his tongue replaced his fingers and she gripped his hair encouraging him to keep going. It feltamazing. A throbbing ache was ebbing and flowing as he pressed his tongue against her and swirled. His left hand pressed down on her lower stomach, holding her in place as her hips begin to grind in rhythm with his tongue. And she gasped when he slide two fingers into her with his right hand. He curled his fingers inside her, back and forth, playing her like an instrument. Making her moan and cry out with intensified pleasure.It was affecting him too. His cock throbbing inside of his cage and moans escaped his lips as he continued devouring her. The vibrations sent her over the edge and she screamed out. “Oh. Fuck. I’m cumming!” She cried as her fingers tightened in his hair. He continued pleasing her until her fingers loosened and her moans softened. He continued until she was a limp mess, whimpering his name. He continued as he felt his own deep throbbing push warm wet cum up and out, leaking through his cage. 😈
