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Her heart thumps against my hands as I roll her nipples between my fingers until she cries out. She wiggles on the hard surface of the workbench like that might provide her with relief. My fingers are too dirty to put inside of her, so I position my hands around her curvy thighs instead, her flesh moulding beneath the pressure of my fingers. I grin at her and watch her melt while I lean down to kiss her between her legs. She moans, and I answer, groaning into her hot pussy. Trying to reach all the places I desperately missed touching and tasting.

“How are you so fucking wet already?” I growl, looking up at her.

I suck her clit until she’s close then pull away, standing, and wiping my lips with the back of my hand. When my cock is lined up with her, I glance down…shit. Condom. I wasn’t expectingthis. I’ll have to get my shorts back on, walk all the way to the house, leaving her ready and willing.

As if she can sense my turmoil, she says, “Isaac, just do it.”

I shake my head. “I don’t have a condom.”

“I know.”

She grasps me and guides me closer. The heat of her is exquisite against my bare tip.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive. I’m on the pill and I haven’t been with anyone else. H-have you?”

I groan. Barely holding it together.

“Absolutely not.”

I push forward and fill her in one smooth motion. She cries out, head tilting back.

“Oh my god, Ash. You wrapped around me is heaven.”

I languidly pull all the way out then join our bodies again. The texture of her pussy against my most sensitive skin is bliss, gripping me on each withdrawal. Holding her securely with one arm, careful not to force her off the edge, I speed up, setting a rapid pace. With my other arm, I caress her cheeks, her lips, the hair falling in her face. The dual sensations of my hard cock and my gentle fingers cause flutters within her that have me hanging on for dear life. Despite the decidedly unsexy environment, the woman on my workbench has made it so that I don’t have a chance of lasting many more thrusts.

“Isaac. I needed you.”

Her body, her sweet words. I can’t last.

“You gonna come with me, babe?”

She mewls under the persuasive pitch of my voice.

“Yes, that’s right. Tighten around this bare cock. Gimme that sweetness.”

She tilts her head back, her neck straining. “Oh, god, Isaac.”

I chuckle, but it turns into a series of uncontrollable grunts. She clamps down tight as my balls contract so that they no longer slap against her sticky inner thighs.

“I’m coming, Isaac.”

“Fuck, Ashlyn…” I grit out, my thrusts wild as I empty myself into a woman for the first time.

I’m so caught up in her. She’s here. She’s back. She’s mine. Those warm brown eyes bore into mine.

“Come on.” I pull on my boxers and scoop her into my arms.

She snatches up her dress, using it like a blanket while I walk us out of the workshop, into the dusky yard.

Ashlyn whispers in my ear. “Take me to your new home, Isaac.”

“This isourhome now, babe,“ I correct.

“Ours.” She presses a kiss against my cheek.

I think about the two people who brought me through my life to this point. Tomorrow, I’ll show Ashlyn the plaque on the other side of the greenhouse. The bronze one with the raised lettering that reads:

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