Ren

JUNE 2010

"I need it now, Gio. Give it to me!"

He's teasing me, and I'm starting to feel very hot under here.

"Do you want a long one?" he replies with a dirty laugh, his face darkened and sexy, backlit by the sun, his plaid shirt unbuttoned a bit, and rolled up at the sleeves.

"Whatever. Stop messing with me, and just give it to me," I demand and bite my lip. I can't smile, that will just provoke him more.

"Okay, fine, here, put it in quickly. My arms are getting tired."

I'm fumbling around under him, but I'm having trouble. I'm not usually the one doing this part. I don't know why Gio can't handle this himself. I see him do things like this one-handed all the time. 

I'd love it if he would just take over at this point, but I doubt he'll let me.

"Okay, I got it in the right spot," I inform him. "I'll hold it while you pound it in."

"I love hearing you say things like that, but you need to do it this time," he insists.

He wants me to do more of the work, take over, and learn to be more forceful. I don't know why I feel so awkward about it. Maybe because it's much harder than I expected and we're doing it outside, I'm much more confident when he shows me new things to do inside the house.

"I'm left-handed, and the angle's bad for me," I moan. "Change positions with me."

"But I'm holding the beam!" Gio grits, getting frustrated now.

"Okay, okay. I got it." I say, hammering in the first nail to secure the new deck joist. "Oh, it went in crooked."

"Oh, fine. Let me do it. Switch with me."

We got permission from the landlord to build a small deck in the backyard. When Gio first mentioned it to me, I thought it was a great idea, but I didn't realize he assumed I'd help him out with the construction part.

Well, it's not that bad. It's actually been fun working on the house with him. We just finished painting the whole interior, which is my realm regarding house projects. And I have to say—it's been so great living with him. He's my perfect compliment. I like to clean but hate decluttering. Gio is great at keeping things neat, though he sometimes gets on my case for leaving my dirty clothes all over the floor. But besides helping clean the kitchen, he'd probably let the floor go unswept for weeks if I weren't around. Luckily, I like sweeping; It's one of the ways I de-stress at the end of the day. But honestly, these days... I'm just not that stressed. I didn't know if I'd like to live in the country again after living in a big city for so many years, but my work anxiety just seems to fall away when I get home out here.

And it's not just keeping the house neat; Gio is so handy, too, but that I already knew. He and his brother used to work on car engines together when he was a teen, so if something goes wrong with my Nissan, he usually knows how to fix it. He can repair anything in the house. He mows the lawn, (of course.) Our garden is already impressive. 

He also makes me brunch every Sunday morning and comes home with flowers randomly. He even puts the toilet seat down. Every. Single. Time. Even in the middle of the night! I know! I'm spoiled now. Alex never put the toilet seat down. Drove me in-sane! I also did all the cooking and cleaning up. I think Alex took out the trash, made the bed, and paid the bills, but that's about it.

It's also a weird thing to mention, but even though I don't like watching sports on TV, (like at all) but I love that Gio does. I think it's because my dad always had a game on, and somehow, it just makes me feel so calm and safe. 

I'm even drinking less, which is also his good influence.

And Gio's absolutely thriving. His business has tripled in the last month, and he's getting much better clients. He's just hired two guys to help him now because he can't handle it all himself, and he's hoping that next year he won't be doing as much of the labor part and just overseeing the work and creating landscaping designs like his mom did.

I'm so proud of what he's achieved already.

"What do you want to do tonight?" I ask, holding the tape measure at one end while he pulls the band along to the other side to measure for the cut of the next joist. "It's Saturday night. You want to go out?"

"Eighty-three and... five-eighths," he mutters, taking the pencil out from behind his ear and scribbling it down on the piece of wood he's about to cut. A little sheen of moisture glistens on his neck, and he looks hot, concentrating on his work.

"Um... I don't know. I think I'd just like to stay in and watch a movie like we usually do," he says, putting the pencil back behind his ear and moving closer to me with slow, seductive steps as I lean back against the rimboard.

"You always say that, and then thirty minutes in, you end up getting... distracted," I say with my eyes sparkling and throwing him a suggestive smile.

"The last time was because you were wearing those tight dance shorts that make your ass look so fucking hot." He trails the back of his fingers down my arm. "You know how turned-on I get whenever you wear them around the house." 

He picks me up and sets me up on the board, keeping his hands firmly on my hips and stepping between my thighs. "So...that was actually your fault," he intones, sensually kissing my neck.

"Yeah, well, what about the time before that?" My skin tingles under the soft touch of his lips, working down my neck onto my bare shoulder, turning his finger around my bra and tank top straps and pulling them down. I slide them right back up. "Or the fact that this is the second Saturday you've asked me to help you with this project, and we have to break because you want to screw me and not the deck."

"I find you irresistible when you hold my tools. You make me horny as fuck, so sue me," he utters low, pushing his hard-on into my crotch and pulling my shirt and bra down so my breast is exposed.

"When are you going to wear a skirt when we work on the deck? That'll make things a lot easier." He cocks a brow as he takes my nipple in his mouth.

"Gio, not here! I'm sure that teenage neighbor's got binoculars." I hiss, glancing toward our neighbor's house and pulling my shirt back on.

"True. I definitely would have too if you were my neighbor when I was fourteen," he snickers. "Okay, up we go."

Eeee

He lifts me up by my thighs, and I cling on to him, and he carries me, but we don't head into the house like usual.

"Where are we going?"

"My workbench in the garage. I'm gonna lay you out and work on you for a bit."

Damn. That cocky smirk will be the end of me.  "Does this mean we'll actually watch the movie tonight?" I tease.

"Probably, but I'm not making any promises I can't keep." 

He sets me down in front of his workbench and pushes his plans and tools aside, then unbuttons his shirt and lays it down on his table, making it clear that's where he intends to put me. He gives me one long, hot smirk before pulling his damp tank over his head as well and throwing it to the floor. 

I still can't get over how cut he is. He still works out every morning before work— he bought weights for our home now instead of driving every moring to the gym. I feast my eyes all over the olive-tan skin of his beautiful upper body, and his eyes dance back at me.

Unable to keep from touching, I make casual conversation whilst my fingers roam over his chest. "What do you want to eat tonight?" He flexes his pecks under my touch, and his nipples go hard as I pass my fingers lightly over them.

"You," he says playfully.

"I walked myself right into that, didn't I?" Heading south, my fingers trace his sculpted torso.

"You did," he chuckles low. "Ughhhh," he groans as my hand presses and palms his dick through his jeans, feeling him stiffen more under my touch. I start to unzip him, but he flicks my hand away. "Mmm. Not yet. Ladies first." 

Peeling my tank top up and over my head, he tosses it to the floor with his. He deftly unclasps my bra and unbuttons my jeans, gently pulling them and my underwear slowly down, kissing my thigh as he goes.

He lifts me onto his table and takes a step back. A shaft of midafternoon light filters in through the high grungy old window in the garage, resting in a pool on my torso. Golden dust particles swirl slightly, eddying in the air around me.

 "Christ, Ren... you're so fucking beautiful," he says, lustfully staring at me, and it feels like such a power play that I'm fully exposed while he is still mostly dressed.

Even though  I'm pretty sure he meant what he said, I still feel uncomfortable with my body sometimes—especially right now, so on display, practically lit with the sun like a spotlight. So, without intending to, I reflexively deflect his compliment. "I wish I had bigger boobs," I mumble.

"Will you stop it with that already?"

"But—" 

"First off, you have the perfect sized boobs," he rolls his eyes, putting one of his bronze work toughened hands on each. "They are round and perky and turn me all the way the fuck on every time I get to see them," he kisses me sensuously. 

"Secondly," he continues, breaking the kiss. "I don't just love your body—I love you. I think you were made perfect, in my opinion, and I want you to love yourself as much as I do."

I look away, embarrassed at his words. 

"Hey," he says, pulling my chin back. "I think I'll always get turned on by you. Even when you're seventy... I'll still be pinching your ass."

He busts a wide grin, and we crack up together at the thought of that, wiping my eyes from laughing. And he's a pretty darn good-looking seventy-year-old in my head as well.

Then suddenly, he leans in, pulling my face to his, and kisses me with his full attention, telling me with his mouth how much he loves every bit of me. He loves me for me, and that will never change. I kiss him back to tell him I feel exactly the same way. Then he slowly pushes me down onto my back, pulls my hips closer to the edge, and disappears between my legs, letting my thighs rest on his shoulders.

 I've never had sex like this before. I mean, we've done it in lots of places besides a bed, but his workshop with sawdust and tools just feels a little filthy and raw, and it's making me feel dirty, too, in a very titillating way. The thought of doing it here is already making me slick with anticipation. I feel his wet kiss on me, sending a shiver up my whole body.

He ramps me up quickly, and I have to bite on my finger to keep my voice down. He makes me cum easily, and I'm limp and breathless. He stands and adjusts himself in his pants, breathing heavily with me. I can see in his eyes that he's aching to be inside me now. He unzips his fly and pulls himself out, pushing his clothes off his hips and stepping out of them. He's thick and hard, and he pumps himself a few times, letting me watch him—delighting in the sight of each other naked and flushed in his garage.

"Oh shit. I don't have a condom out here. Should I go get one?" he asks me.

"No, it's okay, just pull out, like last time."

Even though I have thoroughly explained my situation, Gio still feels nervous about having sex completely unprotected. But since he also has a strong desire to have sex without condoms, and I still don't want to go on unnecessary hormones, lately, this has been our compromise.

Then, without a condom on, he slides into me—so deeply in this position. We both let out a low moan with the sensation. I put my ankles over his bare shoulders, feeling so vulnerable and wet. He pulls out and thrusts in again, harder this time. I cry out with pleasure.

I clamp my hand over my mouth, remembering the neighbors as I hear them start up their lawn mover a mere second later. "Don't worry about it so much," he smirks, picking up his pace.

Oh, well. At least the mower sound will disguise any noise we make from now on.

"Fuck, this view is so hot," he growls. I arch my back, trying to get him in even deeper. God, he feels so goddamn good!

"Harder, Gio," I yell, feeling more comfortable making noise. He thrusts in forcefully in response, pounding into me relentlessly, and I love it—my body is entirely his. I don't care about someone hearing us anymore, and neither does he—he likes me yelling his name, so I get louder for him.

"Gio, yes! More, harder," I yell, the tension of another orgasm building within me.

"Fuck, Ren. You're taking me so fucking deep like this," he shudders. He grabs my hips tight. His eyes are dark and intense, and he's losing control. Gio is giving it to me over and over fiercely—as hard as he fucking can.

He busts me open as my orgasm jolts and then rolls through me like a 7.0 earthquake. I clench around him, and I can tell from the look on his face I'm pushing him over the edge too. I feel him trying to pull out, but I hold onto his hips with my hands to keep him there.

"It's okay. I can't get pregnant," I  assure him. His eyes are like saucers, and I see a fleeting freaked-out expression pass over his face before he shuts his eyes and thrusts once more as he cums hard inside me.

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