Tamora turned off the gas stovetop as the garage door creaked open. Felix stood in the doorframe, turning around to remove his snow-covered boots before stepping inside. Closing the door behind him, he let out a small groan.
"This winter is something else," he shook his head, having just completed shoveling snow from their driveway for the nth time. He peeled off his gloves, surprised when a warm mug was brought toward his chilled fingers.
"Here," Tamora smiled. "I think I got it just right this time."
The smell of fresh hot cocoa wafted through the air, delighting the handyman's olfactory. Graciously, he accepted, taking a careful sip from the steaming cup.
"Oh Tammy," Felix said after savoring its sweet taste. "You nailed it."
She did a little fist pump, making her beau laugh. Stepping forward, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close.
"Thank you, ladylove!" he grinned, placing a kiss on her cheek and nuzzling her face.
The moist cold from his jacket, plus the icy temp of his cheeks and nose made the sergeant yelp, leaning away as his head dipped towards her neck.
"You're freezing!" she laughed, breaking loose from his grasp as he skilfully kept his mug upright.
"And you're so warm—" Felix rebutted, setting his cocoa down for a two-armed approach. Tamora gasped as she was lifted up and set down on the edge of the kitchen counter. "I need more."
She obliged him with a kiss, cupping his cold, red face in her palms. Loosening their grip on the sergeant's thighs, Felix's hands began to wander, his frigid knuckles sending goosebumps along her skin when he explored underneath her sweater. Delighted to discover she hadn't put on her bra, he brushed his fingers along her bare breasts.
A satisfying shiver shot up Tamora's spine as he toyed with her, thawing himself in the process. With a bit more necking, Felix was sufficiently warmed up and then some. Unzipping his heavy jacket, he peeled it off and let it pool on the floor to quickly return to pleasing his lady.
"Hey," she said in a tone that gave him pause. Looking up at her, she pointed to the abandoned mug sitting nearby. "I worked hard on that; drink it while it's hot."
He reached for the handle and brought it over.
"Yes ma'am," he smiled, taking generous gulp after generous gulp as she watched.
"You were kind of hot in that jacket," Tamora commented, nearly making him spit up his drink.
"I sure was!'" he joked. "I'll melt if I put it back on."
"Fine," she huffed, eyeing him as he polished off his coca, still able to admire how good he looked in his blue flannel and dark jeans. "But don't take anything else off."
Felix shook his head, amused by his lady's request. But if that's what was getting her going, how could he possibly decline? With a grin, he picked her up from the counter, knowing just how to enhance her cozy wintertime fantasy. Placing her in the living room, he tended to the fire he'd built to warm up the house early in the morning. Satisfied with the flames, he reached for the blankets on the couch, laying them on the floor beside the fireplace along with some pillows.
Flipping off the lights, the handyman dove onto the makeshift pad, getting into a stereotypical "sexy" pose before patting the space next to him.
Tamora laughed, rolling her eyes as she knelt on the soft fabric. At first, she thought it was over the top, but as Felix began to caress her as she lay beside him, her core lit up like the embers dancing in the hearth.
The handyman picked up on her heavy-lidded look, taking charge as he moved on top of her. Fingers intertwining, they picked up where they'd left off in the kitchen. Felix's lips wandered, grazing her neck and teasing her collarbone, which peeked from just under her sweater.
Tamora wiggled her hands free, surprising her beau when she quickly removed her top. He had only assumed that if he was keeping his clothes on, so was she.
"Interesting…" Felix remarked with a quirk of his brow. "You can take yours off, but I can't?"
"Affirmative," she deadpanned. He shook his head again, unsure what she was getting out of all this.
"You're the boss," he shrugged, unbuttoning her bottoms and peeling them off her long legs, underwear following suit. Felix took a moment to marvel at the way her skin glowed in the firelight, ghosting his fingers back up past her knees and along her thighs toward her center. Gently, he explored her folds; she was moist, but not quite ready yet.
An easy fix.
Propping her hips with a pillow, the handyman ducked between her legs. He felt his lady shiver with each kiss as he peppered them along her inner thigh, building the anticipation before finally running his tongue along her labia and upwards to circle her clit.
"Felix…" Tamora moaned, grasping at the blankets as she was lapped in pleasure. He smiled, his soft laugh making her jump.
"You taste so sweet," he hummed, wanting for more.
"You sure it's not the cocoa?" she teased, its chocolatey notes drifting from the kitchen to the rest of the home. No doubt it was playing tricks on his senses.
"No, it's you," Felix seemed sure as he licked his lips. "Definitely you."
Grasping her hips to pull her closer, he ramped up the intensity with some light suckling followed by quick flicks of the tongue. This drove his lady wild, her legs tensing around his head as she squirmed. The handyman eased off, letting her relax before ramping up again, repeating those steps until he knew she was close. Eager to put her over the edge, he dipped two fingers into her folds as his tongue focused on her clit.
Curling his digits upwards, he paid close attention to Tamora's reactions, knowing he'd found the sweet spot when her back arched off of the floor. Stimulating her from both sides, he kept a steady rhythm as his lady's needy noises grew louder and more frequent. Her legs trembled as they tensed around him once more, letting out one last desperate cry as she climaxed. He moved with her as she writhed, wanting to give her every bit of pleasure that he could.
It took some time to come back from her high, but when she did, Felix was right there, pecking her cheek softly and stroking her curves as he lay beside her.
"Damn," Tamora couldn't help but laugh at how much of a mess she was, skin glistening with sweat in the golden light washing over them both. She could only imagine how enticing she looked to the handyman next to her, and yet he'd put his desires aside to make sure she was cared for. He smiled at her warmly as she turned on her side, and responding with a smile of her own, she reached for his belt.
Felix sighed when the front of his jeans was released. It had gotten mighty tight behind the thick denim. Another pulse of desire overtook Tamora when she pulled his erection free, seeing how hard he'd gotten.
"Oh, Tammy…" he shuddered as she stroked him, the quivering of his voice giving away just how badly he needed her.
Hooking a leg to his hip, she brought herself closer, grinding the tip of his penis in a circular motion. Felix let out a huff of air, making small adjustments until he was able to push himself inside. His thrusts were shallow, but still wholly satisfying as the pair writhed in a tangle of limbs over the blankets.
The handyman's hold became more desperate as they went on, moving from her shoulder, down to her rear as he groped with just the right amount of pressure. Tamora moaned into his mouth as he fine-tuned his position, slightly leaning over her to penetrate more deeply.
Both of them nearing release, the sweet mushing of their bodies turned frantic, each holding the other in place to keep their connection as intimate as possible. Felix felt her walls pulsing around him as she let out another loud cry, helping greatly in his race toward his own orgasm.
Burying his head into his lady's shoulder, he shuddered as he came, pushing into her in sync with the beats of pleasure that followed. Both out of breath, they continued to hold each other close as they came down from their bliss.
"From shoveling snow to that—" Felix let out a soft whistle. "Don't mind me if I just lie here the rest of today."
"I chose one of the laziest positions," Tamora chuckled. "I can't help if you overachieve."
"It's what I do."
"Mhmm," Tamora nodded, pulling on one of his shirt buttons. "Give me."
"I've been sweatin' in this thing," Felix gave her an incredulous look.
"So? I'm sweaty too."
He had so many questions but thought better and let them slide. Unbuttoning, he let her have his flannel. Slipping her arms into the sleeves, Tamora skipped most of the buttons before standing up. As she stretched her back, Felix was beginning to understand; it was a very attractive shirt.
The sergeant disappeared down the hallway to clean herself up, smiling when she returned.
"You're still here?" she said, tapping her foot against the lump lying in the middle of the floor.
"You thought I was joking?" he grinned, eyes closed. He flinched as a fresh wet cloth was dropped onto his stomach. "Thank you."
"I'm pouring myself some coca, want more?"
"Yes please."
"Are you even going to be awake?"
"Mhmm…"
It took some time to warm the pot from earlier, but soon enough Tamora returned to the living room with two steaming mugs of cocoa. A quiet laugh escaped her rosy lips as Felix was right where she'd left him, fast asleep.