Wood Shop

Soaking up the summer sun I could hear the cussing above my music all the way across the yard. Marking my place in the book I was reading, I stop to enjoy the colorful language, impressed with the stream of expletives springing forth from my husband’s mouth.  Normally a quiet man, when he got working on one of his projects he became rather vocal, his vernacular impressing even the most hardened naval officer. Made me proud to call him mine. 

Being the good wife I am, I head into the kitchen to grab some ice tea and cookies to take out to the garage. Figuring he would need some sugar and a distraction I head to his Sanctum Sanctorum, eager to see him. I was always eager to see him really, even after eleven years together, through all the ups and downs to get here, I still got a thrill looking at him. Butterflies and a school girl giggle race through me as I stop in the doorway, his back to me, I pause to drink him in. The garage was his organized chaos of tools and wood, projects in various stages of completion. When he was home from work he liked to tinker out here and hone his woodworking skills, creating beautiful pieces either for our home or friends’. I loved when he would come into the house after an afternoon out here smelling like sawdust and sweat, an olfactory aphrodisiac. 

As I watch him I can see a light dusting of wood shavings coat his salt and pepper hair, safety glasses perched precariously on top of his head as he mutters at an iPad, YouTube blaring instructions on how to bevel a sheet of plywood to make a table. At least that’s what it sounded like to me. I learned to smile and nod when he went into his tradespeak, googling terms afterwards to better understand what he was talking about. Pulling the pencil from behind his ear he marked the wood with notes and measurements. I put the cookies and drink down on his work bench, pulling up a semi finished chair to sit and wait for him to notice me. After rewatching the video twice he turned towards me, jumping and cursing as I startled him with my quiet contemplation of the man who held my heart. 

“Hello, my love. Are we having a fun afternoon?” I ask, sitting placidly with my legs crossed and hands resting lightly in my lap. 

“Fun is not a word I would use right now,” he grumbled, leaning down for a gentle kiss. 

I learned long ago not to reach for him, he liked coming to me. Sometimes I couldn’t help it and would stand on tip toes to wrap my arms around his neck, burying my hands in his thick hair. Today wasn’t one of those days. I let him come to me, one hand cupping his face as he lightly pressed his lips to mine. A quick inhale set my pulse racing as the smell of wood and him mingled, my teeth nipping his bottom lip before I pulled back. 

“You smell divine,” I sigh. 

Shaking his head releasing a shower of sawdust over me, “Now you smell divine,” he chuckles. 

Stealing another kiss, I gesture to his work bench, “I bring sweets for my sweet.” 

Looking over he snags a cookie, oatmeal chocolate chip, his favourite. Taking a big bite he moans in delight, “You’re still my favourite snack, though,” he says, mouth full, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. 

Laughing I push him away and stand up, “Baby, I’m not a snack, I’m a full buffet!” I exclaim, pulling him down for a lingering kiss. 

My tongue traces the seam of his lips before I push between them, the taste of cookie making it sweeter to kiss him. His arms tighten around me as he matches my intensity. Fuck, every kiss was like the first time. I could feel the heat cascade through my body, lighting me up and wanting more. Instead I pull back, breath heavy as I look into those gorgeous brown eyes. I could see the lust raging through him too. With a quick kiss I slip out of his arms, sauntering away with an exaggerated sway to my hips. I turn at the door, “when you’re all done here come find me,” I say as I blow him a kiss before I hot step it away to the sounds of his cursing…albeit now for a different reason. 

*****

I woke to a hand brushing my hair back and lips pressed to mine. Definitely one of my favourite ways to wake up. I must have fallen asleep in the lounger while I was reading. Thankfully under an umbrella and slathered in sunscreen, especially since I was naked. Who liked tan lines? The closest neighbors couldn’t see in the yard unless they were standing on the fence. 

Blinking my eyes open I found soft brown eyes staring down at me, “Babe, you’re starting to look a little pink.”

“Mmmmm, okay. What time is it?” I mumble as my eyes close again. 

“Time to get up and get your ass in gear,” came a growl in my ear. 

A thrill shot through me. His dominating voice never failed to excite me. Hell, his voice in general could cause a rush of desire. Raising my arms above my head I arch my back in a deep stretch, pressing my breasts forward in the hopes he would take the invitation. Never one to pass up the opportunity his hands cup my breasts as his mouth found a nipple and gently bit it, careful of the piercings. I had barbells for years now and it left me very sensitive to touch, almost on the edge all the time. His tongue rolled over the piercing before gently sucking. My hand reached out to cup the back of his head, fingers running through his hair as I watched him suckle. His eyes met mine as his hand caressed down my ribs, parting my thighs and slipping a finger inside. I was wet and my hips pushed up to slide it in deeper. A second finger quickly joined the first and had me coming within minutes, gushing over his hand and on the cushion of the lounger. 

“Good girl” he murmured, sucking wet fingers into his mouth. 

I sit up draping myself over his lap, lips seeking his as I taste myself on his tongue. Arms circle me, pulling me in tight, keeping me safe as his mouth devours mine. Eyes closed I let my other senses take over: the feel of his hand moving up and down my back, the smell of cut wood, the taste of his kiss, the sound of our breathing. I was ready to tear his clothes off and have my way with him, an idea I put into motion when my hand started to undo his pants. 

“No,” he said firmly. My hands stopped instantly and I pulled back. Eyes searching his face I saw the resolute look and knew we would go no further…at least for now. 

Softening his gaze, he dropped a kiss on my nose and pulled me up, “Come, beautiful, time for a shower.”

He led the way into our ensuite. There was a huge soaker tub and a large stand alone shower, next to double sinks and a private toilet. We had taken time to renovate this room, the perfect oasis, sacrificing closet space to make it work. It wasn’t an everyday occurrence but when we did shower or bathe together we made sure there was space for his 6’2 frame. 

Since I was already naked I started the shower while he disrobed, turning on the two shower heads to accommodate the different heights and making sure neither of us got cold. When the steam started to rise I stepped beneath the water and let it run over me. Eyes closed I felt the air shift as he joined me, stepping under his own spray, bodies close but not touching. I grab his soap and start a lather as I work his back and shoulders, cleaning and massaging muscles tense from being hunched over the work table. A low groan echoes as he lets me cleanse him of the afternoon’s sweat and dust. Working my hands over his ass I kneel down, running the soap over his thighs and calves. When the back of him was sparkly clean I nudged him to spin around and began the same process on his front. Over his chest and arms, his belly and down the front of his legs, skipping the erect middle. 

Standing, I smile up at him as I hand him the soap to finish off the one area I pointedly missed. He stopped me once, so now I wait for him to give me the greenlight. I might always be ready for sex, but not everyone was built like this insatiable minx. Taking my hand he guides it to his cock as his lips descend on mine. Using the soap I work a lather and slowly stroke up and down his shaft, feeling it thicken at my touch. I cup and work the soap over his balls, slipping my fingers between his ass cheeks, teasing the tight hole. He clenched, the signal that I can tease but no further. Letting my finger rub and the water wash away the soap I take his cock into my mouth, greedily sucking him as far as he will go. No matter how hard I tried I just couldn’t get him down my throat, but boy, did I love trying. 

Licking and sucking slowly, his impatience becomes palpable as hands grab my head and his hips thrust faster into my mouth. I brace myself against his thighs, nails digging in, as I let him face fuck me. He grabs a fistful of hair with one hand, the other pulling his cock out of my mouth and jerking off on my face. My mouth opens wide as the hot liquid hits my lips, cheeks and drips down my chin. Pushing the tip of his cock back between my lips I suck the last drops from him as he releases a shuddering sigh. My tongue licks, seeking and collecting the drops that it could reach, tasting his salty sweetness before they could be washed away. 

“My girl,” he sighs and pulls me up, my knees creaking a bit from being on the tile. I kept saying I was going to get a waterproof foam for inside the shower. I was no spring chicken to be kneeling like that without support. 

Kissing me deeply, making my sore knees weak, he pulls me in close, arms wrapping tight, the hot water falling around us. This was worth everything, to have these moments with him. Not the sex, that was the whipped icing on an already beauifully sweet cake, but the feeling of him standing with me, solid and firm, safe and content. These moments were what made loving him so easy.   

“Fuck you’re hot,” I tease, “especially when you cuss like a truck driver!”

The sound of his laughter echoing in my ear as he hugged me was the sweetest sound