“Uh… Maybe we could move upstairs.”
I look at her and smile.
“I want you here, Lovey. Right here on this table.”
“I…”
“Is it too soon?”
“Hell no.”
“Then what’s the problem, Darlin’?”
“I really like it when you call me, Darlin.”
“Ida Sue,” I warn with a laugh. This woman is giving me whiplash.
“Can we turn the lights out?”
“Why would I do that?”
“Jansen… I’m almost forty.”
“And I’m past that. What does that have to do with a damn thing?”
“I’ve had nine kids, Jan.”
“Ida Sue,” I respond with a sigh.
“Having a child does things to your body,” she mumbles, blushing a deep red.
“Ida Sue, don’t you think I know that?”
“I’ve only had clothes on when we’ve fooled around.”
“Darlin’—”
“Clothes hide a multitude of sins,” she mutters. “I just think it’d be better with the lights off at least for a little while.”
“Ida Sue. I’m forty-four. I don’t make a habit of sleeping with women who aren’t my age, or at least close to it. Do you think I haven’t seen a woman’s body before and been able to appreciate it?”
She frowns at me, her eyes narrowing.
“I’d rather not hear about the women before me that you’ve stuck your sausage into, Jan, or I might determine I’m a vegetarian.”
“Why is it when I’m around you I don’t know whether to kiss you or spank your ass, Ida Sue?”
“I don’t remember spanking being on the table.”
“It will be eventually. For now, it’s you on the table, with the lights on, and if you have any doubts on how I like your body, I’m going to fuck those out of you.”
“You said fuck again.”
Some of the nervousness has left her face now and she’s smiling. Her face is flushed.
“Are you going to take that dress off?” I ask.
“What if I told you I have granny panties on under this dress?”
“I’d tell you the sight of granny panties on you makes my cock weep with joy.”
Her mouth drops into an ‘O’ shape, and then she laughs.
“What if I told you I don’t have any panties on?”
“Then, I’d tell you the good Lord above has answered my prayers and my cock would weep with joy,” I tell her, my voice dropping down in tone as I reach behind her and deftly unzip her dress.
“So basically, no matter what, your cock is going to be wet.” She stares at me, licking along the seam of her lips and pulling her arms out of her sleeves. Once she does that she clasps the top of her dress against her chest.
“Definitely wet, Darlin’.”
“Jan—”
“Wet from the root…” I murmur softly into her ear as I gather her dress at the hemline and slowly push it upwards. “…to the tip,” I finish, biting teasingly on her earlobe. Then, I continue pulling the dress up past her hips. I have to stop at her waistline because she’s clutching it so tightly.
“Jan, I really do have a nice soft bed…”
“We’ll try it out later.”
“Why later?” she asks, remaining stubborn.
“Because right now I want my woman on this table, naked, open for me and begging me to go deeper.”
“I don’t normally beg,” she warns me and that makes me grin.
“You will,” I promise her just as I pull hard and lift the dress over her head.
That’s the moment I discover that she wasn’t actually wearing granny panties. She didn’t have panties on at all. And the lips of her pussy are glistening with her juices.
I’m definitely going to make sure she begs me to go deeper and when I’m done, she’ll never doubt how much her body turns me on.
Never.