Page 38 of Man Hands
23I'm aBigBoy
Tom
One time we filmed a “speed episode,”where we renovated a house in a single weekend. It was a special project for a woman who was going into the hospital for amputation surgery. She needed a nice, safe, accessible house to come back home to. The pace was insane—my crew ripped out the kitchen cabinets and the bathroom fixtures all in the same hour. No breaks, no pauses to take a breath. It was the fastest, craziest thing I’deverdone.
Untiltoday.
Brynn and I strip each other down on her couch at frantic speed. No lie, the Roadrunner would be envious. Before I know it, I’m sitting on her sofa, buck naked and lip-locked to Brynn. She’s in my lap. We’re still working on the last of her clothing, but it’s hard to focus because of all the kissing. And thegrinding.
Even through my lust fog, I realize Brynn was wrong about one thing. She said that sex would make things confusing right now. But I’m not the least bit confused. As I help untangle her from her leggings, the world makes more sense than it hasallweek.
Her creamy skin slides against mine, and then we’re kissing again. I do my best impression of an octopus, touching her everywhere at once. Wherever my hands go, I find a new curve to cup, another smooth expanse ofsoftskin.
Our tongues tangle, jousting for control. I pull her further into my lap, and our hips lock together, her panties against myachingcock.
Yaaas, he gloats.Finally.
“This is a bad idea,” she murmurs againstmylips.
“No,” I whisper, my mouth seeking her neck. “This is the best kindofidea.”
“We’re… It’s just stress relief,” she says, pressingcloser.
“Of course,” I babble as she grinds against me again.Fuck. I need her. Stress relief. So much stress. And I need so muchrelief.
I stroke my fingers across her belly, just above the elastic of her panties. But then she pulls away.Why? DearGod,why?
“Why?”Ipant.
“Don’t laugh. There are kittens on my underwear. I got them off ofModCl…”
Pussies on her pussy!my dick says, at least I hope it’s my dick saying that and not me, because too much. The very idea of her themed panties does me in. Brynn is so cute and quirky. I just can’ttakeit.
Our bodies collide again. I’ve never met anyone whose body lights me up like Brynn’s does. We are closer together than fresh paint on primer, but somehow I get a hand between us. My fingertips slide down, down. I breech her kitten panties and tease her until she lays her head on my shoulder andshivers.
She makes me feel like asexgod.
“I went for years without this,” she pants intomyneck.
“Ten and a half days, honeybunch.” But who’scounting?
“No, b-before…” She can’t finish the sentence because I tuck two fingers into her pussy and she moans. She’s so soft and wet for me. “T-Tom,” she gasps. “Do you have anothercondom?”
I am not a stupid man. “Of course.” I take my hand back from its new favorite place and she curses under her breath. Quickly, I fumble for my shorts, which were cast aside on the sofa cushion. “Here.” I hand her the condom just to see whatshe’lldo.
She takes it with shaking fingers, tears open the packet. Then she slides off my body to give herself room to work. Now she’s staring at mypenis.
Come home,hesays.
“Hey, sailor,” she says. “Excuse me, I just reallyneedto…”
She leans over and sucks the head of my dick into her mouth so quickly that I moan like a wildebeest. But, goddamn. She cups my balls and hums. And when she lifts her gaze to look me in the eye, it’s a challenge not to humiliate myself. I wind her hair around my hand and quietly convert carpentry fractions into decimals. Three eighths is .375. Fiveeighthsis…
She gives a good,hardsuck.
“POINT SIX TWO FIVE!” Ibellow.
Her mouth makes a popping sound as she releases me. “Comeagain?”
