Page 93 of Lovingly Restored

“Rules change, Ash. I made that one up to keep from throwing you down in a pile of sawdust and making you mine when I knew you weren’t ready.”

Her lips pop open in surprise at my admission. She traces a route down my abs with her index finger, following the trail of body hair. Bright pink-red nail polish matches her toes, something I’ve never seen on her.

“Listen, babe,” I reach to unbuckle the tool belt from around my hips. “If you want me to talk real sweet, we can go inside, and I’ll shower and light some candles and lay you on the soft bed, and I’ll make love to you so, so slow you’ll beg me to go faster.”

The belt clunks against the floor.

“Or,” I take hold of her roving hand and push it south, pressing her hand firmly against my rock-hard erection, “I can take you right here, where I know you’ve always wanted to be taken...but it’s gonna be dirty.”

Her eyelids flutter.

I laugh. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

I turn her, press against her round ass from behind, stooping to reach the hem of her dress. gathering it up until all the material bunches around her hips.

“Ashlyn,” I grit out. “Where the fuck are your panties?”

She doesn’t have a damn thing under the sweet white dress. Nothing but a tan-lined ass staring back at me. When she fails to provide a reason, my mind runs wild with the possibilities.

“It’s a straightforward question, babe.”

“The linen shows almost every colour right through it. I only have one pair that works with this dress, but they’re missing.”

I’m having a field day with this.

“So, instead of changing your outfit, you’ve had a bare cunt all day?”

She gasps, but I don’t miss the way those hips tilt at my words.

“I told you if you want to stay in here I’m talking dirty.”

She nods, arching her low back so far that I can see the seam of her ass that I’ll be spreading apart any moment. I unbutton my shorts, unzipping them and forcing the elastic of my boxers down beneath my balls. She peeks over her shoulder at the sound of the zipper.

“Hold your dress up.”

She obeys, for once, taking the fabric from me, neck still wrenched around to hungrily stare at my cock. She leans over the workbench, and I shove her legs apart with my thigh. Debris and dust press into my knees when I sink down to the floor, filthy from weeks of non-stop, after-hours work. It’s a small price to pay for the spectacular view of her lips shining with readiness. My cock twitches, begging for me to jerk it.

“Isaac, do something, please,” she begs, her sweet smell calling to me.

“I’ve got you.” I place my whole palm over her sex and squeeze.

This isn’t the place or time for a lengthy preamble. I told her if she wants it slow and sweet that we’ll go to the house, but that isn’t the option she chose. Thank God.

“Take it off. I want to see all of you.”

She has to let go of the hem of her dress to reach for the straps, temporarily robbing me of my view. When she pushes the material down over her breasts, she’s braless too.

“Jesus Christ.” I scrub both hands over my face.

The idea of her wearing dresses around town without a bra and panties fills me with a possessive jealousy. All it would take was a cool breeze to make her nipples harden or to lift her skirt in a way that someone might see. The idea of another man seeing those parts of her... I can’t bear it.

She stands naked before me, looking confident in her skin but sheepish about a location so clearly unsuitable for making love. Good thing that’s not what we’re doing. This table is the perfect height. If it isn’t, I’ll saw the fucking legs off.

“How do you want me?” She fucking hops on the table and licks her bottom lip.

I occupy the space between her bare thighs, the tip of my cock brushing her clit, the only part of her accessible to me as she sits upright on the workbench.

Warm rays of light illuminate her tan skin. A sunbeam plays on her ribs, and I trace the edges of the light with my fingers, the darkness that’s shadowed me for weeks starting to dissipate. Ashlyn coming back into my life symbolizes a restoration, an opportunity to begin anew. The chance to lovingly restore not only a home, but a relationship with a person I want forever.

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