Cabin Affairs: Revisited

Step 2. Foundation

Step 2. Foundation

Playlist: “Settlin’” by Sugarland

My God, do I love this kitchen! I think as soon as I step inside.

Even carrying an arm-full of groceries doesn’t diminish the joy of walking into our new home. I believe that not playing the same stupid game my men play of trying to bring in every single grocery bag in one trip probably helps with the general merriment. Still, this kitchen is what I see in my dreams. It’s a perfect representation of our family.

Upon entering the house from the attached garage - I say attached as Eric maintains a separate garage as well - you walk through a short hallway, passing the laundry room on your right and pantry on your left. The room then opens to a huge kitchen and breakfast room. The eat-in area sits against a picture window and bench. I love the coziness of the wrap-around bench and table. However, I find that we generally eat at the lower half of the island.

Yes, at the room’s center sits a gigantic island with marble counter tops. The front is tall for workspace, but it drops to table height on the back half and has six chairs surrounding it. Brandy and Kyle, our now ten and eleven year olds respectively, usually take the two chairs on the right. Matthew and I sit on the left, and Eric sits closest to me on the back side. I suppose we don’t really need the sixth chair, but the island begs for that extra place to be filled.

The color scheme is a modernized black and white. While the counters are white with free-form streaks of gray, the bottom cabinetry and shelving against the upper walls are dark charcoal. All except the bottom of this large island, which is instead a pale sea foam green, nearly a light sage. The color matches the monochromatic water-colored wallpaper behind the dark shelving on the walls. The creative vibes both inspire and soothe me. Like most families, we spend most of our time here together, collecting as parts of a whole after the day.

I love that all my best dishes and glassware are displayed on the open shelving, so it’s used more regularly. Why wait for a special day, when each day is worth enjoying? Just a little lesson from the past year of my life. Besides, there is a whole wall of additional floor-to-ceiling cabinetry to hide the clutter of real life from guests. Just what every woman needs; closets to hide the messy building blocks and skeletons.

Matthew and Eric were so preoccupied with the rest of the house that by the time we got to the kitchen, I encountered very little resistance to any of my ideas. Thus, this beautiful, airy space was bought to life mostly with Eric’s two hands.

His two very talented hands. I recall the first time he brought me in here. Hard to believe it was only about four months ago…

[Earlier this year]

“Okay, J. Open your eyes,” Eric says triumphantly.

I do as he says, expecting to see some progress on the kitchen. What I find instead is a heaping pile of tools on my freshly glued-down marble counter tops.

“E! What the hell is all this?” I demand without thinking. I should’ve hampered my tone based on the disappointment shrouding Eric’s face. I take a deep breath trying to calm down. “I’m sorry. There’s a lot to see here, but all I can focus on is the potential damage to my new counters. Don’t you know how delicate marble can be?”

“Then why did you choose it if it’s so delicate?” he taunts me for probably the fiftieth time.

I have been asking myself that very question for weeks. But just the way some women wear heels, choosing beauty over function, so too, have I made this choice. With a casual wave of my hand, I dismiss any further argument. “Just help me move the tools to the work bench over there.”

“J, you are worried for nothing. Do you really think I would put your precious counters in danger? They can withstand a lot.” Eric eyes me up and down, making me realize the lack of air conditioning in this new house. “Here. Let me show you.”

Closing the distance quickly, I find myself in one of the two best places on this planet; Eric’s arms. They are only on par with Matthew’s, and the feeling of being here is only surpassed by being held by both of them together. Now the only air I can manage to think about is that of Eric’s hot breath on my cheek as he kisses me.

One swipe of his arm, and a space is cleared on the counter. The other arm, still wrapped around my waist, picks me up. I land on the smooth surface with exhilaration edging up my spine from my tail-bone. The mini dress I am wearing because of the summer heat does nothing to shield my thighs from the shock of the cold marble.

Not to worry. Eric knows exactly how to make me very warm. Without breaking our kiss, he reaches under my skirt to hook his fingers around my underwear.

I move my hands to his massive forearms in an effort to stop his next action. They have gotten even bigger during these months of construction following his recovery. I enjoy feeling the twitch of his muscles and veins bracing against my mere touch.

“Wait! Aren’t you expecting some workers in today?” I ask.

Eric’s kissing moves down to my neck. He finds that very spot that would have me agree to anything he wanted, whether workers were about to show up or not.

“Nope. Cancellations. The door is locked behind us, too. It’s just you and me right now.” His voice deepens even further for his next sentence.”Now, be a good girl for me and lift your perfect ass up a little so I can slide these off of you.”

I let go of his forearms, leaving marks from my nails in place at his words. My hands find a sturdy position on the counter behind me as I raise myself off the counter for a moment. Again, the flush of my warm skin finds the jolt of cool air as Eric removes the only barrier to my p***y.

Eric presents two fingers to my mouth. Without words, my tongue darts out to swirl around them. His eyes are hooded as he watches me and presses his fingers further into my mouth. He tastes of soap, which I appreciate in contrast to the construction grime around me. When his fingers are sufficiently wet, he finds a new place of refuge for them. I stifle a yelp of sudden pleasure.

“No one is here, beautiful. Don’t hold in your sounds from me. You know I love your words,” he murmurs to me without breaking the rhythm of his fingers pumping in and out of me.

The pleasure he gives me is always so exquisite. It isn’t the first time we have fooled around in the new house either. Yet, there is something so naughty and reckless about being out in the open of the kitchen like this. To think that this counter will see orgasms before it sees a meal prepared is something else entirely.

After a few calls to a deity, I decide to give him words. “You love words? Well, I love your fingers. Except, you should know, I love your d**k more.”

“f**k, J. I think that can be arranged.”

Eric’s eyes light up as he is more than ready to oblige. He slides his athletic shorts and boxer briefs down, then positions himself at my entrance before daring to withdraw his fingers. These men always like to keep me full as long as possible. Have I mentioned how much I appreciate them?

Eric begins to thrust in and out of me slowly. I remember the difference in our heights. While I am not considered that short, his six foot nine inches still towers over me. I remember it presenting a problem once in the little kitchenette of the cabin we shared for a week. The height of the island counter in our home seems to be perfect, though. So perfect that I wonder if Eric had it measured with this in mind. It wouldn’t surprise me in the least.

My arms still behind me are losing strength as the thrusting picks up in speed. I fall against the cool of the stone and let Eric take control. He drapes my legs over his arms, which are holding me at the hips. He loves the advantage, and he f***s me into a new fantasy of doing this again while Matthew holds my arms and waits for his turn. The thought of both of them together always makes me come. Today is no different.

In my delirium of ecstasy, I feel gravity take hold. I am no longer on the counter. Instead, I experience a sense of falling, which confuses me since his arms are still wrapped securely around me. My knee-jerk reaction is to grip onto my tether of reality. My arms tighten around Eric's neck, my legs lock around his waist, and my p***y clenches around his shaft.

If I fall, I take him with me. I know Eric wouldn't have it any other way. Although, he'd never let me fall. He is my guardian. My hero. Proved time and time again.

Next, my eyes fly open to seek out this change in circumstances. The south pole of my eyes meets the magnetic north of his instantly. Eric's expression is one of reassurance and amusement at my reaction.

"I've got you, baby. Always," reverberates his husky voice through my limbs. He soothes me, like a massage to my soul.

Indeed, he does have me. All of me. And if I ever discover a new part of myself, I will surrender it to him like a cat bringing a mouse to her master.

Together, we descend the rest of the way down. Eric lays me onto the kitchen floor. The grit from the dust of construction rubs against my skin. I know it is also clinging to my black dress and into my hair, but I don't give a damn. Later, my kids won’t notice and Matthew will only give a knowing smile while he adjusts himself. So, the only thought I have right now is the muscle that is this man's strength. And of his ability to have moved us without his hardness pulling out of me. Everything about Eric is amazing to me.

I smell his masculine scent grow stronger as he leans in closer, pressing me between him and the new hardwood floor. I feel his balls slap against me as he f***s harder and deeper into my body. I hear his voice pitch higher and get breathy as he closes in on the feeling of euphoria. I see his pupils dilate those precious few seconds before he spurts ropes of hot c*m into my eager core. And I fall victim to my senses, finding pure bliss… again.

[Present day]

“J? You alright, beautiful?” Eric asks.

Shaking my head side to side to erase the vivid daydream from the forefront of my mind, I then turn to see a very concerned look on his gorgeous face. He comes closer to place one of those very talented hands at my hip. I know it’s an instinct for him. He needs to be close enough to catch me in case I were to fall. The thought alone is enough to make any woman swoon.

“Yes, E. I’m fine. Just thinking about the remodel and how well everything turned out. Thank you again,” I reply, adding a kiss to his bearded cheek.

“You don’t have to thank me. It’s my house, too,” Eric says as he starts unloading groceries from the bags on the counter.

There is a satisfied grin of pride on his face that he can’t hide. I’ve only seen its likeness the past few months, but I think it’s my new favorite expression of his.

I hear Matthew calling from the hall before I see him enter the kitchen as well.

“Awesome! Steaks for dinner tonight,” he observes aloud as Eric pulls them out of the canvas grocery bag. “You up for a grill, man?”

“Sounds good. Let’s make a beer run, too,” Eric replies, heading for his keys.

“Yeah, and we can pick up some more vodka for Jenny’s cocktails, too,” Matthew adds as he starts to head out the door with Eric.

So much for my help with the groceries. I call after them both as I hear the electric garage door opening. “Aren’t y’all forgetting something?”

“Oh yeah,” I hear them both making their way into the kitchen.

Matthew finds me first. “Be right back, my love.”

My husband kisses me quickly on the lips, then pauses and adds another longer kiss. He heads back out to the garage with a goofy smile, passing Eric on his way.

“See you in a minute, J,” my lover says, tilting and dipping me backwards into a deep kiss. Having also been childhood friends, the man never loses a moment to play with me. When I come back to my own two feet, I giggle.

“Love you both!” I yell before the door slams behind them.

One last sigh and I muse to myself, My God, do I love this kitchen!