The potting bench

I sat on the potting bench with my boots off and soil on my hands, field shirt open at the throat. Jonah stood between my knees. He is my partner. He looked at my palms and grinned. You are not putting those on me. I said I would wash, and I did, at the tap, thorough, then showed him the clean hands because I am not interested in being careless with his body. He kissed the wet knuckles. Edge me, he said. Praise me. Be in charge. I want it. I pulled him in by the belt.

Jeans open. My clean hand around his cock and he hissed and then melted. I stroked his cock there on the edge of the bench with my bare feet braced at his hips. You are gorgeous like this. Stay still and let me. He stayed. I brought him up and stopped, thumb firm just under the head, and I watched the strain turn into the face I like, devoted and half wild. Again. I edged his cock until his hands were fists in his own shirt. Good hands. You did not grab. You let me lead. He nodded, out of words, and I kissed him for the nod.

I lay back among the empty pots I had pushed aside and drew him down. Mouth on my cunt. Do not rush. He licked my clit with the same patience I had just required of his cock, and I praised every accurate pass until the praise itself tipped me over. I came holding my own braid, laughing, thighs shaking at his ears. Then I sat up and fucked myself down onto his cock, arms around his neck, feet hooked behind him, his cock in my cunt. Slow. If you get too close you tell me and we pause. He told me once. We paused. I held his cock in my cunt and did not move, and I called him my good patient man until his breath came back under him.

We started again. I rocked, clit on the pressure of his cock, and came a second time against his ear. I told him he could cum with me, now, that I wanted it, that I was proud of how long he had held the line I drew. He fucked up into my cunt hard, arms careful around my back. After, I sat him beside me and made him drink. I rubbed the wrists he had clenched. You led, he said. I loved it.