Lol let's not talk about how long it's been since I last updated this story. I PROMISE I will finish this story, at least we're over halfway now.
–Three A.M. Rendezvous–
Jill's gaze was fixed on the alarm clock not even a foot away from her face. It was late. The seconds were ticking away and the bed next to her was still empty and cold. She was very tempted to just go to sleep, she had to be up early to fix the boys breakfast after all, but that would be the second time she hadn't kept up her end of the deal. If only Tim would come up to bed so they could get this over with.
She rolled onto her back with a sigh. Get this over with? It had been she who had been frustrated with their lack of a sex life, it had been she who Tim was putting the effort in for – or at least he had in the past few days –, but she was ready to call it quits.
Maybe it was natural that after so many years of marriage your sex life simply died out but she'd be damned if it was her own fault. She pushed the covers off, jumping out of bed and heading to their shared walk-in closet. As she dug in the back for something to replace her ratty old robe with she thought about what could possibly be keeping Tim. Yeah, he always lost track of time whenever he went into the garage but the past few days he had been so focused on Jill that she had almost taken it for granted.
Slipping into a short, satin nightgown she immediately felt more awake, felt more like actually getting adventurous with Tim. With just a quick glance in the mirror to check that she looked okay she padded down the stairs, slipping into the garage and softly pulling the door closed behind her.
Tim didn't even look up. ''Hi.''
It sounded distracted and it took her a second to respond. She had expected him to at least look at her, for him to be reminded of her existence and follow her back to bed. There were pieces of some tool he had disassembled on the workbench as he was playing around with wiring.
''Hi,'' it was her best attempt at sounding seductive but he never really seemed to pick up on that sort of thing. ''I missed you upstairs.''
''Sorry, I need to finish this for Tool Time tomorrow,'' Tim said. He had a yellow wire in one hand, a red one in the other as his sleepy brain tried to figure out what to do with both. He shook his head, trying to wake himself up, ''do you need something?''
She walked over to him, her hands landing on his shoulders and she slowly began to massage them. ''I'm looking for a tool,'' she whispered in his ear, immediately getting his attention.
''Did you break something?'' He asked, trying to turn around but her hands were preventing him from doing so. He so rarely got the chance to work on anything around the house as she had practically forbidden him from doing so after their last brick-pureeing blender had caught fire, now he could finally get rid of that itch he got whenever he looked at their various kitchen appliances.
''No…'' she softly kissed his neck.
''So what do you need? A screwdriver, a…''
''A hot, hard tool,'' she whispered as her hand slipped down his chest and to his crotch. ''I need you, Tim.'' She finally let him turn around in her arms, his gaze falling to her chest before checking the rest of her out. The pink satin was a stark contrast to his sweatpants and Tool Time sweatshirt.
He grunted as she slipped into his lap. His arm was around her waist, the fabric bunching there and exposing more of her long legs. He wiped a strand of her hair away from her face before letting his hand wander, her lips were on his neck as his hand slid over every curve of her body. ''I'm sorry I wasn't-''
''Just make it up to me,'' Jill whispered as she undid the strings of his sweatpants, pushing down his boxers as well.
It wouldn't be their first time having sex in the garage – far from it in fact – and they had almost gotten into a routine about it. Standing up, Jill leaning on the working bench, Tim behind her. But this week was all about breaking their normal routine and that included new positions, even if they were a little more work.
She sat more squarely on his lap, their lips finding each other again. His hands slipped beneath her short nightgown, glad to not find any underwear beneath it, pulling her body flush against his own. One of her arms was draped around his shoulders, wanting him close to her. His hand moved up to one of her breasts, his nails raking over the hard peak beneath the satin and she moaned into his mouth.
They both pulled away at the same moment. Tim looked down at his hands on her thighs, steadily creeping closer to her center. ''Do you wanna go upstairs?'' He whispered, knowing it was somewhat chilly in the garage which she clearly wasn't dressed for.
She shook her head. It was late and the boys were asleep, two upstairs and one in the basement, the garage was basically the only place where they could actually make noise. Jill slipped from his lap, Tim's eyes following her as she got down on her knees between his legs.
He watched her pull his sweatpants further down and lick her lips. ''Jill, you don't have to-''
She shushed him. She knew what he was going to say. When the boys were young they went months at a time where all they had time for was a quickie while the boys were napping, oral sex had been taken off the table since it took too long. They had never picked it up again. Jill couldn't even remember the last time she had had him in her mouth, but as she stroked him softly she remembered exactly how.
Tim leaned back on the workbench, watching her; her hand encircling his dick as he quickly grew hard. Her flat tongue giving him a long lick from base to tip – he sucked in a breath, knowing what was about to come and knowing full well he could never fully prepare himself for it. His head fell back as she sucked the tip into her mouth, very sure he wasn't going to last long.
She looked up at him through her eyelashes, his hand hovering somewhere near her cheek. Her hand was working in tandem with her mouth, making its way up and down his length.
For a while he just said back and relaxed, letting her do her magic, before he looked down at her, his gaze falling to her pink lips and then making eye contact with her. He shifted a little on the stool, his hand on her cheek pushing her away ever so slightly. ''Jill, I-''
She grabbed his hand, holding it in her own, as she took him deeper. Her jaw was starting to ach a little but the sound of his heavy breathing, the way he twitched in her mouth as he finally came, one of his legs shaking… it made it all worth it.
Slack jawed he watched as she swallowed his load, licking up the small bit that had dripped down. He couldn't have imagined him not having time for her ending with her slobbering on his dick much less swallow, but he wasn't complaining. He couldn't hide his surprise though.
''Easier clean-up,'' she simply said.
With one tug he pulled her to her feet. Her legs felt a little stiff and her knees were sore from being on the cold concrete but she didn't regret any of it. She leaned down and kissed him deeply, hoping he wouldn't mind. If he did he didn't mention it. Her hands landed on his shoulders, giving him one last kiss before pulling away, backing away a bit – ready to call it a night.
''Where are you going?'' Tim asked, holding on to her waist. He knew it was late and that they should probably head off to bed, if not to sleep then at least for other things – but he wasn't done with her yet and the garage was as good a place as any to make sure she was as thoroughly satisfied as he was.
''Don't you need to finish the…'' Jill looked over at the disregarded tool on the workbench. It was in pieces and she couldn't quite tell what purpose it had once served – it clearly wasn't ready to make its debut on Tool Time.
''It can wait,'' Tim said, getting up and following Jill as she walked backwards to the door leading back into the house. His hands were in his pockets as he cornered her against the door and looked down at her. ''It doesn't count unless we both come.''
''Is that so?'' She could feel his hot breathe against her neck and it made her giggle.
His lips were sucking on her neck, his hand sliding down her side and to her center. He could hear her breath hitch when he finally touched her, not surprised to find her wet already. His lips moved down her shoulder, pulling the straps of her negligee to the side and chasing them with his lips. He started kissing down to her chest as he pulled the satin number down, cupping one breast with his hand as he kissed the other.
It was almost embarrassing to Jill how turned on she had gotten from going down on Tim and there was no way to hide from him how wet it had gotten her as he gently parted her lips, teasing her entrance. All those worries dissipated the moment he slipped first one then two fingers inside, his thumb finding its way to her clit.
A shiver went through her, not just from the sensations but from the cold as well. Her nightgown was now pooled at her feet and Tim was kissing down her stomach. Instinctually she reached for the dryer to lean on, needing something for support as Tim spread her legs, her knees going wobbly when he sucked her swollen clit into his mouth.
His hand snuck to the back of her leg, rubbing her ass before resting just beneath the cheek, holding tight to make sure he offered a bit more support. Kissing her inner thighs he could hear her moan softly, could hear his name coming from her lips.
''Tim…'' with her leg she nudged his mouth closer to her center, needing him there. ''No…'' she cried as he switched to the other thigh, completely ignoring her clit. She leaned her head back against the door, trying to be patient but failing.
He smiled up at her. Jill's usual endless patience overshadowed by how badly she needed him. Tim worked his fingers back inside her as he put his tongue to work, drawing patterns on her clit, tasting her sweet juices. He could feel her hand on the back of his head, keeping him in place, clearly done with him torturing her.
She could feel a twinge in her stomach and knew that she was reaching the finish line soon. ''Don't stop,'' she whispered, not even sure if Tim could hear her. A shudder went through her when she came, Tim never relenting and drawing out her orgasm.
When he finally stood back up she was slumped against the door. He picked up her nightgown from the floor, putting the straps back in place and letting his hand linger on her soft skin. Her juices had formed a thin moustache on his upper lip and it made her smile, wiping it away with her thumb. ''I'm gonna go to bed,'' she said softly, feeling the need to be quiet as with the sexual tension now resolved she was suddenly cognizant of how late it really was, ''you're welcome to join me if you want.''
He groaned. It was so tempting. ''I have to finish reassembling the circular saw,'' he said, disappointed as he knew she was.
She nodded in understanding against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her. She suppressed a yawn, ''I love you.''
That was why she hadn't been able to sleep. Not because they had made a promise that wanted to fulfill, it was because he hadn't been there to snuggle up against. His snoring hadn't been there to remind her that he was there, that he would always be there.
And no matter how sleepy she was now, she knew that she would never be able to fully fall asleep without him laying next to her.
''I love you too.'' He kissed her head, burying his face in her hair. He could feel her start to pull away and protested quietly, '' not yet.''
''Honey…'' Jill pulled away, ''it's nearly three a.m., I need to get some sleep.'' She could see the exhaustion on his face, ''and so do you.''
He looked back at his workbench before nodding, ''okay.''
''Are you sure?''
''I'll get it in the morning.'' If he got up on time he should be able to finish it before leaving for work, and he was sure that putting it back together would be a lot easier when he wasn't trying desperately to keep his eyes open.
He held her hand as he led them back into the house and up the stairs to their bedroom.
Jill slipped beneath the covers, pulling them up to her chin in an effort to warm herself up. She could hear Tim strip down to his boxers before slipping into bed behind her, wrapping an arm around her. It took her mere seconds to fall asleep with Tim now there, his snores filling the room.