"I forgot…just how much stamina you have."
"What, tired of my plowing already?"
"Of course not, Tiger. I'm just feeling a little sore from it, that's all."
"Then how about a break? We've been going at it for a couple of hours now, I'm surprised that you've managed to last this long."
"It's just been a while, not in the shape I used to be. I'll need to get my strength back if I'm gonna keep you to you."
"Don't beat yourself up about it. I think you're doing just fine handling all these loads."
"If you think I'm just going to accept that, then you got another thing coming, Tiger. Now stop all this talk and let me go to work."
"Alright then, I just thought you could use the breather, and maybe offer to switch positions." I joked as Ashe bent back over and picked up her modified fence post shovel. The tool was a cross between a regular shovel and a pair of scissors with two separate handles that could be moved to control how wide the tool's mouth opened. Normally, the holes left behind were large enough to drive entire beams of wood into the ground by Ashe had replaced the larger spades with much smaller ones for our needs.
With a grunt, Ashe drove her shovel into the ground before squeezing the two handles together and pulling the shovel out of the ground, taking away a chunk of earth and leaving behind the perfect-sized hole. Before I could even get a word in, Ashe moved down a foot and drove the shovel in again with a grunt and a concentrated look in her eyes.
Moving behind her with a tray of seedlings, I popped one of the soil plugs out of the plastic and lightly shook it, making sure the roots weren't bound, before slotting the seedling into the hole and covering it back up.
It was a motion I'd probably performed at least a couple of thousand times, given that we'd been out in the field for several hours now, steadily working our way down the rows we had previously tilled. Every hour, Ashe and I switched our roles from planter to digger. Even though I originally insisted on digging the holes for the whole field, Ashe was determined to do some of the hard labor and looked like she would rather kick me off the farm before doing otherwise.
So back and forth we went while the rest of the farmhands repeated our efforts down the width of the field.
"You know as much as I love spending time with you darling," I suddenly spoke up after what felt like an hour of comfortable silence, "We should look into automating this, buy a couple of tractors."
"That's an option, but I'd rather try and fix the ones we got on the property," Ashe grunted as she dug another hole, "They're older but far more reliable than the newer models they be putting out. And even with your system, I'd bet we save a whole lot just taking what we have to get repaired."
"Alright, what will that take logistically?" I asked completely out of my depth when it came to repairing antique tractors, "Do we need to take them to a mechanic and get them diagnosed, or do you know what's wrong with them?"
"I'll admit I was never all that talented when it came to working on machines," Ashe grumbled, clearly a sore point for her, "All those wires and parts just make my head dizzy. I never had the patience to learn all the ins and outs. And taking them to the mechanic isn't going to work. We don't have a trailer, and I don't think my old pickup is gonna be able to haul a whole rig down the interstate."
"So then we have to get a mechanic up here to look at them," I suggested, "Got any friends who know their way around an engine?"
Ashe shook her head, "My daddy used to do all the repairs around the farm, but there was one auto shop he mentioned that belonged to an old friend of his. I can give you the name and see if it's still open. Might be worth a drive down just to see if they can get a technician up here."
"I'll stop by on my way back to town," I offered as I wiped my hands off on my pants, "See if I can't use some of that old rapport to get a discount."
"You just dropped 1.3 million on a greenhouse, and you're worried about a discount for a mechanic." Ashe admonished me as I stood up and walked over to her.
"I had 1.3 million to spend because I'm the type of person who always looks for a discount," I muttered as I leaned down and planted a kiss on her cheek, "Also, you may not like it, but I love to spoil you. And if that means spending over a million dollars on a greenhouse, then I'll do it every time."
"Damnit Tiger, it's hard enough keeping my hands to myself when you're around without saying all that sappy shit," Ashe groaned as she looked away from me, but I could see the blush across her cheeks, and I knew it wasn't from working in the sun all day, "You're not making this any easier for me."
"Good, I'm not trying to make it easy on you," I replied as I reached out and took the shovel from her hands. "Besides, don't try to pretend like you don't love the tension. I know that you love to get all wound up and then release it all at once. You turn into a force of nature once that damn door closes."
"Damn right I do," Ashe muttered, taking up my position on the ground since it was her turn to plant. "Now let's finish up so I can show you how wound up I really am."
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I woke up in the morning with a groan as I felt a powerful suction around my crotch and an almost painful erection. 'Goddamn, this woman is insatiable.'
Glancing at how the covers outlined the scene hiding beneath them I just watched for a moment as the suction around my cock intensified and with it came the sounds of spit and rather vigorous movement.
Unable to take it anymore, I reached down and flipped over the covers, revealing Ashe in between my legs with her lips wrapped around my cock and her eyes looking up at me expectantly with a grin.
"Morning Darling…you couldn't wait for me to make you breakfast?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.
With a guttural gagging sound, Ashe pulled back, dragging out all the inches she had managed to swallow out of her throat. With spittle on her lips Ashe smiled up at me, "Well when I woke up with this big guy digging into my backside, I figure that I'd relieve some stress for the both of us."
"Judging by the state of you, you've been going at this for a minute," I muttered as I reached down and tangled my fingers in Ashe's hair. "You're acting like you're starved for attention even after everything I gave you last night."
"We'll you're acting like I didn't drain you damn near ten times," Ashe muttered as she pushed against my rigid cock to make a point, "So I guess we're both at fault."
"Hmmm I guess we are, but you're the one who's got to solve this little issue of ours," I commanded as I started pulling on Ashe's hair guiding her to take me back in her mouth, "And don't take too long I still gotta make us breakfast before I head out to the auto shop."
Ashe let out an enthusiastic humm and eagerly went to work bobbing her head up and down clearly still somewhat wound up, though I doubted she would ever fully wind down.