Home Improvements

"Do you need a hand?"

He turns his head slightly, balancing a shelf against the wall with one hand while he holds a bracket in place underneath it. "That would be great, thanks," he replies. "Just put your hand here."

I step up and replace his hand with mine on the shelf, and then realize I'll need both hands to keep it from tilting sideways. I shuffle forward and brace myself slightly on the wall as I support both ends of the wood. Thankfully it isn't heavy.

He's already bending down toward his toolbox, and I get a good eyeful of his firm ass in his tight-fitting blue jeans. I sigh quietly, shifting my eyes away before he straightens up again.

"Just a second while I mark where these brackets need to go," he explains, touching my hand briefly as he holds up one of the dark metal brackets that go under each end of the shelf. The scratching of the pencil while he marks the drill holes gives me goose bumps.

"Stay right there," he says. He reaches the hand holding the bracket under my arm and then breathes out a laugh as our shoulders bump. "Whoops, let me try it this way." He steps around me, almost crowding me from behind rather than stepping up next to me. It makes sense; there isn't quite enough room on that side with the dining table right next to us.

His eyes are fixed on the bracket and pencil in his hands, while I'm distracted by the brush of his hip against my side. There's a moment of firmer contact, like he's leaning into me, and then he's gone again.

I glance down as he rummages in his toolbox. "Should I stay here?"

"Please." His eyes flick up to mine. "We're almost done."

I look away, tossing my hair behind my shoulder and shrugging slightly to brush it out of my face. Suddenly the presence behind me is back, and he's unmistakably touching me. I can feel his entire torso leaning up against my back, his hips aligned with my ass and his hands sliding down my arms. He stops with his hands covering mine, his lips grazing my ear.

"Stay right there," he whispers.

I shiver.

He presses a light kiss to the rim of my ear, another to my earlobe, and a firmer kiss just behind it. I lean back into him and let my eyes fall shut, feeling his lips resting on that sensitive spot where my neck meets my ear. His hands skim back up my arms and glide down my sides as he presses kiss after kiss down my neck.

"God, you look so sexy like this," he murmurs, "handling home improvements in that little skirt." His fingers slip over my hip bones, making tiny circles there. "I bet I could make you come, and you couldn't do anything about it." One of his hands lifts slightly to gesture at the shelf I'm holding.

I flush, realizing that my hands are full and all I can do is stand here and accept his touches. I turn my face and his lips are right there again, kissing me as his hands come up to cup my breasts. His fingertips brush against my nipples, braless and already hard. He pinches them slightly and I gasp into his mouth.

I push backwards and feel how hard he is already through his jeans. Arching my back, I press simultaneously against his hips behind me and his hands in front of me, seeking more pressure. He massages each breast and pinches my nipples in a rhythm that has me undulating against him, and his kisses move back to my ear as he presses forward into me.

My elbows touch the wall and I lean on my forearms, my breath shuddering. He slowly crouches down, drawing his hands downward and then slipping up under my skirt. He hooks his fingers into my panties and pulls them down to my ankles, tapping each foot so I lift it and he can toss the panties away. From his spot on the floor, he reaches up to caress my ass cheeks, rubbing and slightly pushing and pulling them. I feel his breath skate across my inner thighs.

My legs seem to widen of their own accord as his nose nudges me. Then there he is, his tongue lightly but firmly sweeping across my lower lips. His thumbs brush front and back along the crease of my thighs as he nibbles and licks, moving with me as I squirm.

"Please," I cry, wanting more but not caring exactly what that more is.

He stands and reaches one hand around me, gathering the moisture between my legs and lightly rubbing my clit. I hear his other hand fumbling with the button on his jeans, drawing down the zipper, pushing pants and boxers out of the way. Finally, I feel his hard cock fall against my ass. Then he's fully leaning against me, letting me feel his cock rub against my backside as he strokes me.

Just when I think I can't stand it any longer, when I start to shake slightly, he draws his hand away. Wrapping his arm around my waist, he guides his cock between my legs. Not into me, not yet, just so that I feel it gliding between my folds, bumping my clit with every thrust. He pushes up slightly each time, and I check my grip on the shelf, almost forgetting it in the sensations he's giving me.

Finally, he pauses and slowly, teasingly, slides his full length into my pussy. Fully seated, he stops. I clench my inner muscles around him and feel how hard he is, how full he makes me. That sense of fullness gets me that extra bit wetter, and I feel my orgasm dancing just out of reach. I start tilting my hips slightly as I pulse around him, trying to get myself closer.

"Stop it," he growls in my ear. He gives me a light slap on the ass, but it's not enough to even sting. "Let me give it to you."

I still as he starts to pull out. Slowly, he withdraws and then, just as slowly, he pushes back in. I tense to keep myself where I am, focused on how the extra tension makes me throb each time he glides over my g-spot.

The arm around my waist lifts and his hand is back on my breast, while the other hand comes back around to my clit. I'm overtaken by the pushing, pulling, teasing, rubbing, and I feel it all building as he speeds up. I can't help but match his thrusts with my own and he pulls me into him, mouthing at my neck and groaning.

"Oh god, oh god," I cry out as I feel the tension in my body spiraling inward.

"Yes, fuck, you're incredible," he gasps. And then I'm coming, and after another thrust he buries himself deep and I feel him pulsing into me.

We stand there, leaned up against the wall, catching our breath. Suddenly my head pops up as I realize my hands have entirely fallen away from the shelf, and yet it's still there, securely against the wall.

"Wait, wha--" I start, glancing from the shelf back to him.

He laughs. "It's a floating shelf. I finished putting it up just before you came in." I see him smirk. "I wasn't sure if you were just humoring me, but this is even better."

I reach back to slap him lightly on the ass and then gather his arms closer around me, toying with the ring on his left hand matching my own.

"Watch out," I retort. "Next weekend we're working on the bathroom, and I just might have a shower head for you to hold for me."