Ian’s bag was left abandoned on the porch as he pressed me against my back door taking turns between nipping and biting at my neck.
“This dress, damn,” he said as I smiled against his kiss.
“You like it?”
“I hope you aren’t wearing this out.”
My deep red backless sundress dipped so low you could see the divot at the top of my ass. My tits were bared on either side by a thin strip of material. Tilting my head back, I gasped as he discovered I wasn’t wearing a thing underneath.
“You better not be wearing this out of the house.”
“Chill out, Dad.”
He turned me then lifted my dress and proceeded to redden my ass with his palm as I laughed. He pulled me into his arms and lifted me so I was cradled to his chest. “You look beautiful.”
Ignoring the sting of tears, I slid my palm down his stubble-covered jaw. “You need a shave.”
Rubbing his chin against my skin, I moaned as he made his intentions known. I would be covered in his beard rash by the time he was finished.
“Such an animal.”
I began to sign.
Fuck me, Ian.
His eyes bulged. “Where did you learn that?”
“Your precious informational channel—YouTube. And don’t get thinking I’m back online. It’s not happening.”
“Damn, you got my hopes up, I was thinking maybe you had plugged back in and joined the land of the living.”
“Never.”
“Who doesn’t have a smartphone in this day and age? It’s baffling.”
“Me.”
“You.” He threw me on my bed and began to undress. The man was in amazing shape and my body started to flutter with anticipation.
“Pull your dress up and spread your legs.”
I didn’t hesitate a second.
“Show me more.”
I reached between my legs and did his bidding.
“Hold it there.”
“Ian… hurry.”
“Not this time,” he said with slow piercing gray eyes.
Once he’d shed his shoes, he tugged at the clasp on his watch. In his slacks, I moaned as he kept his darkening gaze on me. I loved it when he wore a suit home. Something about him in dress attire did it for me.
“Are you wet?”
“Come find out.”