“Later, Hutch.”
The wrinkles at the sides of his eyes deepened in an extraordinary smile that didn’t reach his lips before I watched him walk away.
Nine o’clock that morning,I was in the workshop, doing the finishing on the shelves, when Hutch called.
“You get a note?”he asked.
“Nope,” I answered.
“Nothing?”
“Nothing,” I confirmed.
“Good.See you in a few hours.”
“You want me to have lunch ready for you?”
“I’ll have eaten.But since I’m comin’ back later so we can enjoy our benefits, you could make dinner.”
“One baked chicken breast and a pile of broccoli boiled to mush coming right up,” I quipped.
“Smartass,” he muttered, but I could hear the humor in his tone.“Later, babe.”
“Later, Hutch.”
We hung up.
Incidentally,I made us my garlic roast chicken, mashed potatoes, and broccoli not boiled to mush but boiled and served still with some bite and yummy.
Hutch waved away the gravy.
And only I had a dinner roll.
Later that evening,Hutch had his fingers laced in mine, my hand held over my head in the pillow, the fingers of his other hand clamped on the back of my neck, his mouth devouring mine, while my legs clutched his hips, and he fucked me.
I’d never known a man who didn’t allow a woman to take the top so he could get all the goodness without doing any of the work, but by damn, Hutch Hutchison was not a surrender-the-dominant-position kind of guy.
Not remotely.
He also wasn’t a talker.
Not dirty talk, not encouragement, not verbal indication he liked something or wanted something.
There were grunts and growls and groans that mingled with my whimpers, pants, gasps and moans, wet noises, flesh meeting flesh.
But other than that, it was connection, touch, taste, smell and feel.
Lots and lots offeel.
I liked it.It was intense.Powerful.There were no distractions.Nothing else to concentrate on other than him and me, wringing as much pleasure out of each other as we could, and eventual climax.
Oh, and he could hit the G-spot magnificently.
This round was going to be a clit climax, I knew when he took his hand from the back of my neck and slid it between us.
He was so good with his cock, his mouth, he smelled amazing, the power of his body completely unbridled, the taste of his tongue filling my mouth, it didn’t take but a few strong circles of his thumb on my clit with his thick cock thrusting inside for me to suck his tongue deep as I gasped my orgasm.
It didn’t take a lot longer for me to swallow the groan of his.
