Page 5 of Wood Lessons
My mind conjures one way to keep her interested: me scrubbing her naked body clean before fucking her against the shower wall.
Because an orgasm guarantees commitment?Get real, buddy.
“If you’re sure...”Her hesitant voice reminds me we’re nowhere near that stage yet; I still need to convince her to come home with me.
“I am.Trust me; it’s not a problem.Just hang on, and I’ll be right back.”Jogging to my truck, I snag a blanket kept in the cab for emergencies and present it with a flourish.“It’s not pretty, but it’ll do the job.”
A cautious smile tugs at her mouth, and I accept it as a good sign.Anna takes the offering and spreads it over her front seat.Once she’s settled, it’s not long before we merge onto the road towards my cabin, and soon I’m leading her to the master bathroom in my bedroom—skipping the usual house tour.
“Take your time.”I gesture to the large shower, tamping down the yearning to touch her.“I’ll lay out some clothes for you to change into when you’re finished.”
Uncertainty shines in her eyes.“Thank you, but are you sure you don’t want to go first?”Her hands wave at my muddy pant legs.
I’d rather we conserve water and shower together.
But the suggestion stalls on my tongue.“Positive.I’ll wipe down with a rag in the spare bathroom.
”Okay...I won’t be long.”Her shy smile makes me lightheaded with desire, my cock swelling behind the zipper of my jeans.Forcing a calm outward demeanor, I leave Anna alone to wash up, counting my steps in an attempt to have anything besides her soapy, naked body filling my thoughts.
After replacing my soiled jeans, my stomach growls, and food seems like a good option since lunchtime is nearing.
Plus, it’ll keep her here longer.
I don’t know what’s come over me, but it’s like every dormant caveman instinct I have is making itself known.Seeing to her needs is my top priority, and they tick off one by one in my head.First, get her clean.Then, feed her.And finally, fuck her until she’s so satisfied, she’ll never want to leave.
A rueful chuckle escapes at that last part because it’s not going to happen today.Opening the fridge, cool air chills my skin.Pulling out the ingredients for sandwiches, I hope Anna likes turkey.Red tomato slices join a platter piled with lettuce leaves while I move on to cutting an avocado apart.
The soft pattering of feet notifies me of Anna’s arrival before I see her appear around the corner.Curling wet strands frame her face while crossed arms cause my tee to stretch over her abundant breasts—pushing them tight against the cotton.
“How are you feeling?”Swallowing hard, I center my attention on avoiding blood loss as I finish slicing the avocado.
“Better, thank you.”She moves closer and takes a seat at one of the barstools behind the island I’m working at.Looking around the combined space of my kitchen and living room, she continues, “You have a beautiful home.Did you make any of the pieces here?”
My chin lifts in pride at her praise.Good to know the years spent renovating and building my own furniture had paid off.“Yes, I built all of the woodwork: tables, bookshelves.For a while, it looked pretty bare in here.”
“That’s really impressive; I wish I had such a useful skill.”She sighs and leans her head on a propped fist.An aura of wistfulness radiates from her.
“Well, that’s what I’m going to help you with, right?And don’t be so hard on yourself; I’m sure you have a lot of talents.”I set a plate in front of her with the sandwich, avocado slices, and some chips I found in the cabinet.
“Thank you for doing this.”She motions to the food before taking a bite.A low hum of approval vibrates from her and straight to my groin.What I wouldn’t give to hear her make that sound with my cock down her throat.
Down, boy.
“I suppose I’m good at graphic design.But that doesn’t really translate to tangible, useful things, you know?Printing a design and hanging it on a wall isn’t the same as building a table for people to gather around,” she explains as a glimmer of sadness enters her brown eyes.The reasoning reveals insight into a piece of Anna.My work helps build community while hers is a singular creation—at least in her mind.
“Great design brings people together, too.Groups gather around priceless art all the time.Don’t cut yourself short.”The corner of her mouth lifts up in a half-hearted smile as if she doesn’t believe me but appreciates the effort.
“You’ve got a point.And I am trying to get into more website design which benefits a lot of people.It just doesn’t feel on the same level as your work, though there’s really no comparison.”Her eyes glance upward in exasperation.“Sorry, I’m rambling, and I doubt I’m making much sense.Ignore me.”
“No, I get it.You don’t need to apologize.”My determination to help her solidifies.I’d already planned on teaching her, but it was mostly a ruse to be near her.Now, I understand it means more to her than a random hobby.
After that, we eat in a contemplative silence until our plates are cleared—uncertain of what to do now.
“Well, I should probably get going...”She trails off, tucking an errant curl behind her ear.I circle the island unsure of my next move when she hops off the barstool and trips over the dragging hem of my oversized sweatpants.“Oh!”
Anna falls forward into my arms—exactly where I want her.Embarrassment is plain on her pink cheeks while her nails dig into my arms for balance.Seeing my opportunity, I bend down and press my mouth to hers.
Soft lips part in astonishment, and I surge deeper—tongue sweeping across hers, sending a moan of pleasure through us both at the contact.This is what I’ve been waiting for since the moment I saw her at Cora’s.To touch and taste her.My hands cup Anna’s round hips and urge her closer, heat burning through our layers of clothes.
