I smiled back. “This is all your fault.”
“How’s that?”
“You’re too good. Too smart. Too sweet. Too sexy. Even an old man like me can’t resist that.”
“You’re not old. The truth is, this is your fault.” She kissed my chest in a sweet gesture.
“Me?”
“Well, I’ve had the hots for you for forever. You’re a good man. Sexy. To watch you ride a horse—” She made a swoony face. “Yum. And you in a suit. Double yum. And.” Her hand slid down over my chest to my dick, wet, sticky, and still not quite recovered. “You naked? I used to diddle myself thinking about it.”
Both my brows shot up. “You did?”
She nodded, giving me a deliciously naughty smile. “You made me come so many times before you actually ever touched me.”
My dick started to fill at the thought of that. “Tell me more.”
She laughed. “I will. I’ll tell you all, but…” She looked down for a moment, watching her fingers as they played with the hair on my chest. “What are we going to do? I mean, I know you have reservations.”
I sighed. “I don’t know. I think we still need to be careful. I’m not as confident or sure as you in this,” I admitted. “I don’t know that I’m ready to face your father or the town.”
Her eyes softened in empathy. “I understand. Just don’t push me away. I…” She stopped herself from whatever she was going to say. “This means something to me. Not a little crush, Mo.”
I nodded. “Not a crush.” I inhaled a breath. “Maybe we stay on the down-low when we’re out in the world, but at home, when it’s just you and me, we can explore this attraction between us.”
“Attraction.” She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes.
I got the feeling she didn’t like my choice of words to describe what was between us. Did she feel more? For a moment, I thought maybe she did. And while I had to concede that she was an adult, a mature, smart adult, she was still young. There were so many experiences left for her to have. And other men she’d someday meet when she realized that her feelings, while intense and pure, weren’t love. At least not a long-term love.
Until then, we’d have these moments together. Just her and me. Alone. In our own little world. There was a sweet romanticism to that. I wondered if she’d see it that way, too.
Wanting to move away from the emotional aspect of this, I said, “Is there more you want to learn?”
She looked down for a moment, but when she looked back, she was with me. She was going to let the emotional part go, too.
“I want to suck your dick until you come in my mouth.”
My dick, already refilling as it was, shot to full throttle. “You sure?”
She nodded.
“Have you ever had a dick in your mouth?” I asked, softly massaging her nipple, loving how it beaded and hardened in my hand.
“You know I haven’t. I was a virgin, remember?”
I shrugged. “Most would define a virgin as never having intercourse. That doesn’t mean you haven’t ever gotten someone off, or someone hasn’t gotten you off.”
She studied me. “You got me off.”
I knew she was talking about four years ago. We’d tip-toed around that topic before. I wasn’t sure I wanted to go into it again now.
I nodded. “And when I left, your virginity was intact.”
“That was the first time…only time until now that someone else got me off.”
My heart did a strange roll in my chest. It was strange to think this lovely girl—woman—had been thinking of me, wanting me for so long.
“That was the last time, until now that someone else got me off,” I said. I wasn’t sure why I admitted that except it seemed like a nice thing to tell her.