Vince was working like a maniac on the gazebo.

It had been the one thing at our extreme fixer-upper that I insisted be restored instead of replaced.

It was about 90 degrees in the shade, and he was out there sweating, swearing, and looking adorable as he tried to get the structure ready for summer.

I heard a rumble of thunder as I dropped some lemon wedges into the pitcher of lemonade I’d made to surprise him. Then, just as distant lightning cracked in the sky, I heard, “Goddamn it!”

I managed not to laugh as I ran outside and grabbed him by the back of his shorts.

“Stop for the day,” I said. “Come inside and take a shower.”

Vince raised an eyebrow. “What’s the catch?”

“No catch. There’s a storm coming.”

He looked relieved, which made me feel a little bad for letting him work so long.

Still carrying his hammer, Vince followed me inside like a naughty kid who’d been caught playing in the mud.

“Shower,” I said, pointing toward the staircase leading up to our master suite.

As he passed me, he laid a good swat on my ass. I jumped, giving a little shriek.

“Bossy lady,” he muttered.

The smack to my ass kicked off a chain of thoughts that made me want to chase him upstairs and fuck him senseless. But I decided to let him get clean first.

Upstairs in the shower a short while later, Vince made happy noises as the cool water poured over him. Meanwhile, the AC kicked on, and I was glad I’d brought him in from the heat.

When I went into the bathroom to check on him, he turned and looked at me through the glass and opened the shower door.

“Coming to join me?” he asked.

Needing no more encouragement than that, I stripped off my shorts and tank top and stepped in. My hand immediately went for his cock, and he looked into my eyes before gazing down at his now-hardening shaft. I moved my wet fist up and down and watched his dick grow into a raging erection.

“Turn around, I’ll wash your back,” I said, making a good show of rubbing his muscled shoulders with some shower gel. Then I wrapped my arms around him and found his cock with my hand again, stroking it and caressing his balls. A deep rumble issued from his throat that sounded like it came from a big, purring cat. I squeezed his dick gently as he began thrusting into my wet fist.

Vince turned back around and I squatted down and took his cockhead into my mouth. He made that purring sound again, and somehow it vibrated straight to my pussy. I felt my insides clench with anticipation. I still wanted to fuck him, but right now I wanted him in my mouth.

I pulled back and looked up at him, licking my lips. When I stood, I kissed him roughly and said, “Turn off the water.”

He cut the shower off so fast I almost laughed. Then he followed me, dripping and uncaring, into the bedroom.

We climbed onto the bed and Vince chuckled as I pushed him to his back. I straddled him, feeling his long cock slide against my belly.

Kissing my way down his stomach, I again found his cockhead with my lips. I pursed them and tongued him like a lollipop. When he growled, I took him in all the way, sucking down to the root. His body bucked up to feel more of my eager mouth.

As I stroked Vince’s cock with my hand, my tongue and lips focused on the tip. I worked him fast, and then when he started to pant, I worked him slow. As he groaned I smiled, even with my mouth stuffed with his dick.

After a few more minutes I moved up to straddle him again, slowly sliding him into my cunt this time. I made my own rough sounds as I sank down and was fully seated on top of him. I began to rock, riding him slow and steady. His big hands grabbed my hips and he thrust up from beneath me.

“I’m gonna come first,” I told him huskily. “Then I’m going to suck you off until you come in my mouth. I want to swallow you down and taste every drop of your load.”

Vince’s eyes rolled back and he groaned again. “Keep talking like that and I won’t last.”

He reached up to cup my breasts, his thumbs circling my nipples then pinching them. Twin sparks of pain shot through me. I squeezed my pussy around his shaft and felt him drive up hard.

“Do that again,” I said, rocking faster.

Vince drove into me harder. The bang-thump-stroke of goodness hit me like a ton of bricks, and my head suddenly felt light.

“Again,” I moaned.

Still grabbing my hips, he drove up fast and hard in measured time. That did it. My cunt spasmed deliciously as I came. I gripped his forearms so hard my fingernails left little crimson half-moons in his skin.

I pulled free and kissed my way down Vince’s body again in a lustful frenzy. His thigh muscles tightened as he tried to stay still. He grabbed a handful of my hair and held it as I took his cock back into my mouth.

Pulling away briefly, I demanded, “Fuck my mouth.”

He sighed, and his hips came up just like when he was fucking me. He drove hard into my mouth and throat, restless and on the verge of coming.

“I want you to fill my mouth. My throat — ” I managed to say before he shut me up with his thrusting cock. He gripped my shoulders and pushed slightly. But I pushed back. I wasn’t done.

I trailed my tongue around the tip of his cock, tracing the head before sucking him in fast and deep.

“Get that ass up here,” he ordered.

A shiver ran through me. I knew what he wanted. It always got him off — and got him off hard.

I swung around so my ass was pointed toward his face while I still gobbled his cock. My fingers trailed along his ball sac, gently stroking him.

He slid a finger into me and I moaned — and so did he. I moved my mouth up and down, faster and faster. Then he added a second finger. When I looked back I saw him watching as his fingers penetrated my pussy, spreading me open.

His dick suddenly jerked inside my mouth, and I swirled my tongue slowly, taking my pace down a notch. Vince groaned and slid a third finger inside me.

I sighed against his balls, feeling myself open up even more. It was almost too much. I braced myself with my left arm and dipped my right hand between my thighs, giving my clit a swirl. He added his fourth finger and I gasped.

I sucked him harder as his fingers moved in and out of me at an insistent tempo.

“Faster,” he demanded.

I rubbed my clit faster; I sucked faster. I was struggling to breathe, and so was he.

He fucked me with those fingers as I pulled my lips off his cock. Then I slid my tongue down his erection lazily. I could tell he was on the edge, and I wanted to keep him there. I didn’t want to give him enough friction or speed to actually make him come.

“Stop teasing me,” he snarled, sensing what I was doing. The fingers inside me flexed, and I groaned loudly. I was so close to coming again I could taste it.

I pinched my clit, and my pussy clenched around his fat bundle of fingers.

I delivered broad licks to the head of his cock, tasting the salty sweetness that was always there right before he came. I drove my mouth down his shaft, sucking and licking, inhaling deeply so he could fill my throat.

He jerked up beneath me and bellowed as he climaxed. I swallowed his come as best I could, but some still dribbled from my lower lip.

Vince was frozen for just a moment, paralyzed with pleasure. Then he began moving his fingers in and out of me at a slower pace. He was hitting all the right spots as I once again played with my swollen clit. That beautiful combination finally made me come, my pussy flexing around his fingers.

I gave his cock one last lick before we collapsed in an exhausted heap, both of us falling asleep just as the storm was ending.

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