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

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    Bruno didn’t wait for Lydia to repeat her request.  His fingers ensnared her waistband and stripped them down to her ankles, then stripped off her baggy hooded sweatshirt, revealing her ballerina breasts.  She never wore a bra.  She didn’t need to.  And now she looked like an ivory fairy, lying in the grass—captured, vulnerable, and completely naked before him.
    Lydia gazed up at his dark silhouette, looming over her.  She heard the loosening of buckles and the jangling of clips, falling away from his body.  Then, his shadow slowly stripped off his off clothes, the starlight bouncing off his bare chest.  When his naked body made contact against her own, she gasped—not because he was warm or cold, but because she had been without the intimacy of human touch for so long that she had forgotten how much she need it.  She scratched his forearms and bit his neck, exhaling a moan as he pushed inside her, releasing years and years of humiliation and isolation.  Why had she been so reluctant to connect with strangers?  Why had she been so determined to avoid connecting with anyone?  What had she been so afraid of?  Whatever it was, she didn’t care about any of it now.  She had been living as a cardboard version of herself which Bruno was finally setting aflame, disintegrating it like a curling, withering ember.
    Now, in this moment, on this night, Lydia granted herself permission to let everything go.  Bruno was building her up, drawing out an erogenous hum that started at her tailbone and reverberated throughout pelvis.  Lydia hugged Bruno’s chest and exhaled with every vibration.  She felt herself changing, throbbing and escalating with the acceleration of her heartbeat, granting herself permission to indulge in the adventurous moment of improvised bliss.  With a final rush of stimulation, her mouth expanded with an involuntarily, primal scream that echoed throughout the neighborhood and dwindled into the empty night—an affirmation that she had truly been liberated from her own self-imposed isolation.
    Lydia clung to Bruno.  He embraced her.  They both exhaled with exhaustion, heaving, laughing, and smothering each other with the orgasmic aftermath of warmth and amusement.  Peering over at the neighbor’s dark kitchen, Bruno covered Lydia’s mouth and shooed her into silence, shrinking them deeper into the shadows, waiting to see if the neighbors would turn on the light and search out the source of the climactic heaves amid the darkness.  But there was only a distant jingle, followed by the obnoxious growl of Betsy—their bony, bitchy little mut—yipping at them through the glass of the kitchen’s screen door, howling at the fact that Lydia had just had sex in her neighbor’s yard, just beneath her favorite oak tree.
     
    END OF REPAIRS & MAINTENANCE
     
    Note from Author:
    Thank you for reading my work.  If you enjoyed this collection, please be sure to check out Book #1 – Blue-Collar Boys - Services Calls .  However, please note: the short stories in Book #1 are intentionally more domination/submission fantasy erotica rather than sensual erotic romance.
    Very best, Aria Hawthorne
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Be sure to check out Book 1 in the series:
    Blue-Collar Boys – Service Calls
     

     
    Website: frenchkisspress.com
    Twitter: @frenchkisspress