Free Blue-Collar Boys - Repairs & Maintenance (Book 2: Steamy Erotic Romance Stories) by Aria Hawthorne

straps protecting Lydia from his advances.  But the bondage of the harness heightened her senses, making her yearn for more.  She closed her eyes and imagined Bruno slipping his fingers under the harness and outlining the crease of her panty line.  A pang of moist desire accelerated between her legs.  She shifted in her swing to release the pulsing tension building there.  But Bruno was holding her steady, waiting for her to give him permission. But he didn’t need permission.  Lydia felt like a new woman; she had already granted it.
    There was a hush in the tree top, an eerie moment of stillness before everything changed.  Lydia heard the sound of jangling metal.  Bruno was loosening a buckle from around Lydia’s waist.  It was clear this buckle wasn’t for safety.  This buckle protected Lydia in a different way: it sat squarely above her belly button, constricting the strap above her hips like a chastity belt.  With one flick of his thumb, Bruno loosened the strap, releasing Lydia from all her self-imposed limitations.  There was nothing stopping him now.  There was no stopping and revising her mind a thousand times; no obsessive-compulsive review of every detail to the point of paralysis; no overwhelming sensation of embarrassment.  Lydia wanted this.  Her desire was now. 
    It was a timid touch, at first—just enough to arouse her senses—as his fingers slipped down the backside of her sweat pants and swept around to the front of her cotton panties.  Lydia encouraged him with an exhale of pleasure to explore the moist center between her legs.
      “Hang on to me—” he whispered, encouraging Lydia to drape her arms around his neck and wrap her legs around his hips. 
    Even though she was the one who was secured in the harness and hanging in the tree from the safety lines, it was Lydia who was clinging onto Bruno now.  He reached above her head and tugged on the rope like he was fine-tuning the string of a violin.  Together, they dropped with a jolt before slowly spiraling lower and lower as Bruno fed their rigging line through the cinch.  They were two tangled souls, descending from heaven, entwined in the darkness.  As they slid down through the air, their mouths melded into one breath, and their bodies burned like meteors plunging to the earth.  Bruno broke their fall, hitting the soft ground with his climbing boots and tumbling Lydia into the soft patch of mulch surrounding the base of tree’s trunk.  She felt his hands tearing over her body, unhooking buckles and binders, stripping the harness and her sweat pants down past her bare legs, exposing her soft white panties reflecting off the moonlight.  
    Bruno looked down at her.  Lydia’s flowing golden hair rippled out across the grass, waves of shiny ribbons across the dark earth.  Her emerald sweat shirt nudged up past her waist, and her milky belly invited a kiss.  Bruno’s warm lips consumed her stomach.  His stubble tickled her tender skin.  His sharp chin drifted lower and lower, grazing her pelvic bone until she felt his hot breath exhale between her legs.  The titillating sensation vibrated through her body and made her wet with excitement.  His mouth whispered across the inner softness of her thighs; he nipped her soft bulge with gentle love bites.  Lydia pulled off his red bandana and ran her fingernails through his thick curly hair, pushing him down, lower and lower, with every kiss. 
    “I want you inside me,” she heard herself say.
    It was a request that she had not made of a man in years.  She had been shut up for so long that she had forgotten what it was like to feel the touch of a man’s desire.  It seemed easier to do without the complications of sex, and the painful emotion side effects that always followed.  But not now. 
    Now, Lydia burned for it.  She didn’t think about Bruno, or her fears, or the consequences of her request.  She only thought about how much she wanted to feel him—deep