I am a strong, independent woman that doesn’t need a man…
But I need this one.
The one that builds a chicken coop of the finest quality for me.
The one that works in the garden without his shirt, his long, strong arms and broad chest glistening with sweat in the sun; his large hands capable of so much hard work but so gentle with me.
The one who at this moment is yet again working in his shop, putting together something else for our family.
It’s days like this I crave to be as close to him as physically possible as husband and wife. I really don’t think I can wait until the day ends. I don’t usually initiate, but today I’m going to take a chance and see if I can distract him from his work.
I put on my newest sundress: a short dress with a deep V-cut neckline and a flowy skirt. His eyes devoured me the first time I showed it to him. I did not put on a bra or underwear. I wouldn’t need those. I put on my wedges to help even out our height difference and freshened up the little makeup I have on, then headed to his shop to put my plan in action.
When I entered his shop, I could see he was frustrated that something was not fitting right. Then he noticed me, and definitely noticed my dress. His eyes yet again devoured my body.
“Now, don’t you look nice,” he said.
“Just nice?” I tease. “Thank you. I thought you would enjoy it. Maybe enjoy a little break too?”
“Not right now. I can’t figure out why this isn’t working. I did all the math. It should fit.” He at in his chair, exasperated.
I could sense how frustrated he was. Maybe he needed what I was needing. I walked up behind him, massaging his tense shoulders. I lean forward and kiss his cheek, then his neck, then his ear. It was when I nibbled on his ear when he started making that sound deep in his throat.
“Oh, what you do to me, woman. I can’t think when you start pushing my buttons.”
“Well, then stop thinking and start doing,” I said as I slipped around and straddled his lap. “Preferably, start doing me.”
He wasted no time.
Our mouths devoured each other. His hands roamed my body as I caressed his head, running my fingers through his hair. When he reached my breasts, he realized I didn’t have a bra on. That fueled him more. He slips the strap of my dress down and kissed my neck, then down my collarbone, moving slowly, taking his time.
When he finally exposed my breasts, he slipped a nipple into his mouth and I nearly came. His other hand played with my other breast, and I was in ecstasy. I ground my pussy against his now very hard cock that desperately wanted out of his jeans.
I reached for his belt and undid it, and we both stood for me to loosen his jeans. I also removed his shirt and kissed his newly bared chest. My hands felt at his muscles across his torso and down his arms. I kissed down his stomach before I released his cock from his jeans. I quickly slipped it in my mouth, causing him yet again to make that deep moan. I love listening to his hard breathing and moans as I suck his cock.
I took as much as I could in my mouth. I cupped his balls with one hand, and with the other, I worked his shaft in rhythm with my mouth. I guided his hand to the back of my head wordlessly telling him to grip my hair so that he could control my speed.
He moaned again, and I sucked his cock until he told me he was close. I stopped because I wasn’t finished with him yet.
I walked over to his workbench, climbed onto it, then lifted my dress with my legs spread wide, exposing my wet, swollen pussy.
“Now it’s my turn,” I say.
“As you wish,” he says, making me laugh at the obvious Princess Bride reference. His mouth dove to my pussy, which was out on display to him. His tongue traced my pussy, and he gave my clit a flick. I heard him breathe in my scent.
“More, give me more,” I panted.
And more he did. His mouth worked my pussy expertly. It wasn’t long before he was sucking my clit. I was so close. That’s when he reached up and played with my hard nipple as he continued to suck my clit.
I couldn’t stop it. I exploded.
I moaned and screamed so loudly that the neighbors may have heard. I sat there quivering for a moment as he kissed the inside of my thighs.
“Is that what you were wanting?” he asked with a smile.
“Oh, I want even more,” I said. I got off his workbench and turned around, then leaned over the workbench, now at the perfect height because of my shoes. “I need you to take me against the bench.”
“As you wish,” he said again with a smirk.
He stepped behind me and lifted my dress over my hips. I felt his hard cock slide into me, and I was again in ecstasy. “Oh yes,” I sighed. His strong hands gripped my hips as he started pounding into me. His cock was deep inside me, and I could feel his balls slapping my clit. I was close to cumming again when he said, “I can’t hold it in much longer.”
“Well, then, don’t,” I panted.
“As…you…wish…” he moaned as I felt him fill my pussy. I exploded in the same moment. My pussy squeezed his cock as he filled me, and he moaned that deep-throated moan again.
“You are the best distraction I have ever had,” he said between breaths.
“You are the best man I could ever have. And I will always need you—even if I am a strong, independent woman that doesn’t need a man.”
We both laughed at our joke. Oh, how I love this man that God has given me.
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