I don’t feel old with Mary. It’s as though she’s breathed life back into my veins. I don’t need Viagra when she’s around. She’s special, good for me, now I’ve just got to keep her. Patch her and make her mine.
Really?
I raise my chin at my reflection and ask, why the hell not?
Slowly a grin covers my face. You never achieve anything unless you try.
I open the door and enter the room lit only by a bedside lamp on the side of the bed I slept on last night. My side. The door closes behind me with an audible click. I wait.
It takes a moment, but slowly she turns. The light illuminates me as though I’m standing in a spotlight. When her eyes take me in, her tongue licks her lips, then her mouth opens forming an O. It closes again and she swallows. Her gaze which had rested on my tattooed chest sinks lower, focusing on the V leading down. Suddenly her examination falters, and her eyes rise to meet mine.
The intensity of my stare makes her swallow again.
“What are you wearing?” I ask, my voice husky and low.
“Er, t-shirt and sleep pants.”
Too much. “Take them off, now,” I command, using my most dominant tone.
“Oh, er…” She wants to, but she hesitates. “Alicia’s in the next room.”
“We’ll just have to be quiet.” If I was in the brig, my captive would know I’m not out to take prisoners.
“Grumbler, I…” She waves her hand, indicating my body. “You’re fit as hell, and I’m…”
Words aren’t going to cut it. I stalk her, moving forward to the bed. Placing my good knee on it first, I slide my less amenable leg after it, moving up until I’m situated astride her legs.
“Whatever you are, I guarantee, I’m going to like it.”
She snorts. “I’m a middle-aged woman. I’ve had a kid.”
Leaning forward I speak into her ear, “I don’t fuckin’ care.”
“The girls at your club, I can’t compete.”
“No competition, babe. I don’t want young in my bed. I should be asking you why you want an old man like me. If, indeed, you do want me?” A flicker of doubt comes into my head.
“You’re not old. You’re well matured.”
I bark a quiet laugh. She’s made me sound like a piece of cheese. “Back at ya, babe. You think I’m going to run from the marks life has left on you? Fuck, babe. That’s more of a turn-on than any young girl.” Reaching forward, I trace the laughter lines around her eyes. “These here? They show me you’ve lived, and that’s all any other marks will show. You’re fuckin’ beautiful, Mary, inside and out. I want to see all of you. Now.” For encouragement, I slide down the sheet.
She bites her lip, then comes to a decision. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
And fuck me, her hands go to her hem and she lifts her shoulder off the bed and pulls that shirt right over her head. I actually admire the strength in her abs that I know it takes to do that. Her old? I only hope I can keep up.
As her tits come into view, I feast my eyes on them. I already knew what to expect as I may have sneaked a few looks at them, albeit they’d been hidden by her clothing. They’re not small, not overly large, not perky like a girl’s, but teardrop shaped like those of a woman. Soft pillows I can’t wait to get my hands on. Her nipples are large, whether naturally, or because they’ve nourished a kid, I have no idea. Beneath my gaze, they harden.
“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” I tell her.
Her stomach is rounded, and it tempts me to see more. I place my first fingers and thumbs inside the waistband of her sleep pants and question her with my eyes.
She looks to the side, delightfully shy. I take it as permission, easing her pants down her legs, shuffling backward at the same time. She’s wearing pretty panties. For now, I leave those on. When the offending item that hid her from my sight is discarded, I ease back up the bed again, pausing to put my nose against her mound and inhale deeply.
“Fuck, you smell good.” I thought my cock was already as hard as it could be. What do I know? It seems not.
“Grumbler!”
“Shush,” I admonish her for raising her voice. “We’ve got to be quiet,” I remind her, grinning broadly that I made her forget.
“Are you going to get naked now?”
“Nah.” If I let my dick out from its confines, it will act like a heat-seeking missile to get inside her. I know my limitations. I’ll only be able to go once tonight. Once I’ve come, for me it will be game over. I want to stretch this out, make it last. “Right now, this is about you, sweetheart.”
I go back to my intense scrutiny of her again, but she shudders, and looking into her face, I see a fleeting indecision come over her.
“Should we be doing this?”
It’s easy to read her, easy to see she’s worried this is just about sex and relieving her newly found attraction to me, and mine for her. She’s wrong, she’s mine. She doesn’t know it yet. I need to convince her. This isn’t getting off, scratching a mutual itch. No, I’m going to be making love to her, banishing all other men who’ve been inside her.
On hands and knees, I move up the
