His slacks pull tight around his firm ass each time he bends to pick up more wood, and the white shirt he wears stretches over his broad, muscular back. It’s cold outside, but I feel my core heating. I just wish we had more time. If we spend much longer out here, it’s going to be too awkward to show my face inside because they will assume we were having sex. I honestly just wanted to steal a few kisses, but getting to watch him chop wood was an unexpected treat. I guess I had a lumberjack fetish and never realized it until now.
He finally stops, skillfully twirling the axe and slamming it back in the tree stump where he found it. “Think that’s enough wood?”
I grin. “Yes. I think you have plenty of wood.” My eyes wander below his waist and he smirks at me. “I should grab some kerosene from the shed incase Vince doesn’t have any inside.”
I follow him to the shed. It’s a little rustic compared to Vince’s relatively modern estate. The shed looks like something Vince might have built himself, and he doesn’t seem to be the world’s most skilled carpenter. Leo finds the kerosene and when we’re about to leave, a gust of wind slams the shed door closed. Leo pushes on the door, but it doesn’t budge.
“Shit,” he says. “It’s stuck.”
“Ha ha,” I say sarcastically, moving to try the door. I wince when I push and nothing happens. It doesn’t take long to find the problem. Vince didn’t build the doorframe to be perfectly symmetrical, and the wind must have slammed the door hard enough to wedge it awkwardly in the wood. “Can’t you just ram it with your shoulder?”
Leo looks at the heavy door and gives it a valiant effort. Each slam of his shoulder doing nothing to dislodge the door. I watch, hugging my arms to myself as I realize how cold it is. Leo notices me shivering and stops ramming the door, moving to search the shed.
“There has to be a blanket in here somewhere…” A few seconds later he pulls a old gray blanket free from a wooden chest. It looks like a moving blanket, but it’ll do the trick. He wraps it around my shoulders, making sure I clutch it tightly closed.
“What about you?” I ask. “Aren’t you cold?”
He waves me off. “I just got done chopping a few forest’s worth of wood. I’ll be fine. Besides, they will probably come looking for us soon.”
I look helplessly around the shed. “He seriously didn’t build any windows in this place?”
Leo smirks, taking the place in. “I get the feeling that Vince probably couldn’t have added a window without knocking this whole place down on top of his head.”
I laugh, teeth chattering. “So what do we do?”
“Well,” says Leo. “They say the best way to warm a human body in cold weather is skin-to-skin contact.”
“What if someone comes to rescue us and they get an eye-full of my ass?”
“It’ll be their lucky day.” He starts unbuttoning his shirt before I can object, dragging my eyes down his chiseled body.
I lick my lips. “I don’t know, what about Roman?”
“There are three experienced mom’s in there, a former mobster, and a mob boss to kick anyone’s ass who tries something. I think he’ll be okay.”
He’s pulling my shirt over my head now as I stand motionless, torn between arousal and reluctance. I slowly put my hands on his bare back, relishing in his warmth and smooth skin. Why should I be reluctant anymore? If any man has had to jump through more hoops or show more persistence than Leo to prove he’s trustworthy, I’d be surprised. He has earned my trust, and I’ve earned the right to enjoy him. To enjoy my man, the father of my son.
“Shouldn’t we at least call for help?” I ask, but my voice is so soft now even I can hear how bad I want this.
“Go ahead, but I’m fucking you one way or another. If you call for help, you’re just going to be inviting an audience.”
He undoes his pants and rips mine down, stripping me completely naked in seconds. When he crushes his body against mine, practically tackling me to the ground while kissing me, I can’t help but agree that skin-to-skin contact definitely conducts more heat than a blanket could. The cold floor on my back is not quite as nice, but he pauses to lay the blanket flat and then wraps it over our bodies.
He captures my mouth with a long, passionate kiss, circling my lips with the tip of his tongue before plunging it inside. His hand slides under my thigh, squeezing my ass and then spreading my legs wider for him. I’m ready for this. I’m ready to be his, to give myself over to him without reservation. When I think back to the time I’ve spent with Leo, even as far back as those first minutes we spent together in my office four years ago, I was always conflicted.
He kisses his way down my jaw, following the long line of my neck and giving me chills with his warm hands, soothing the cold from my skin.
Being with him now, I feel no conflict. Of course, I’m a little worried about the inevitability of everyone coming to look for us and finding us fucking like animals in a tool shed in the middle of November, but that might as well be background noise. The realization settles in on me with a slow force that makes my head spin. I’m committed to him. Whether he ends up sticking around or not or whether he feels the same way, I’m ready to do everything in my power to make this work, and I want it to work so badly. I think back to all the times I’ve seen him interact with Roman and how good they are together and I know I’m making the right choice. I also selfishly love the way he makes me feel, like I’m someone worthy of worship, like his greatest desire in life is to keep me safe and happy.
His mouth quickly demands my full attention as it nears my waiting heat, wiping the never-ending torrent of thought clear and focusing my world on his two, perfect lips and the anticipation of waiting for his next kiss.
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Leo
I show her where I want her feet, nice and wide as she lays on her back so I have room to really make her squirm. Her perfect little pussy is already wet for me, glistening in the dim light.
“Fuck, I can’t believe how perfect your pussy is,” I say.
I see her lips twitch into a grin as she lifts her head to look down at me. Her large eyes take me in hungrily and I fucking love how bad she wants it.
“You’re going to want to cum so bad you’ll ride my face before I’m done,” I say, putting two fingers inside her and stroking her G-spot. She’s so tight around me, I can already feel her core clenching around my fingers as her back arches. I push her hips down with my free hand, holding her in place as I lower my mouth to suck the bud of her clit. Her body shakes against me and a strained moan slips through her clenched teeth. She’s so deep in her pleasure that her whole body is taut right now, soft thighs pressing against the sides of my head and her core clenching around my fingers.
I flatten my tongue over her entrance and clit and she takes my cue instantly, rocking her hips against me shamelessly and riding my face just as I promised she would. She presses her palms flat to the ground, increasing her pace. I have to reach down and grab my throbbing cock. I’ve never been so fucking hard. I stroke my dick as she fucks my face, needing to be inside her but wanting her to cum in my mouth first.