Page 64 of The Older Woman

“No, I don’t want this to stop. Trust me.”

Jack grinned. “Good. Because I’ve got some ideas…”

He lowered himself again, his lips pressing against my mouth and his hardness against my thigh.

I moaned through the kiss, opening my legs and wrapping them around his waist, his massive cock now pressing against my sensitive center through my jeans.

He continued to press his stiff cock against me, grinding between my legs.

We continued to kiss, his hands moving down to the hem of my shirt and reaching underneath, his rough, warm touch traveling over my bare skin all the way to my nipple.

I did the same, reaching under his flannel and placing my hands on the flat plane of his abs.

With one touch I could tell his abs were chiseled.

I moved my hand down to his sexy happy trail, which felt like the perfect amount of hair.

My heart started to race in anticipation.

The longer we kissed, the more Jack seemed to become possessed by an animal-like passion, his hands teasing my nipples, pinning me down just the way I wanted.

When I couldn’t take any more, I grabbed his shirt and eagerly pulled it off, revealing his torso.

Jack’s body was even more stunning than I imagined. His chest was huge and solid, two square pecs dusted with the perfect amount of salt and pepper hair.

His shoulders broad and round, the wide upper V of his chest and back tapering down into a slimmer, but just as solid middle.

His arms were thick, his biceps tense from the strain of holding his body up.

Damn. This life in the woods sure is treating him well.

As I lay there eye-fucking him, Jack reached down and took hold of my shirt pulling it up slowly.

I arched my back a bit, the soft material sliding across my skin and then finally over my head. My hands went to work on my button and fly, and I quickly shimmied out of my pants and kicked them off.

The way Jack looked at me, you would’ve thought I’d had on the most tantalizing lingerie imaginable.

I didn’t have anything particularly sexy on; I hadn’t expected to be partaking in any sort of bedroom shenanigans. My bra was a simple black sports bra, my panties matching and high-cut.

He looked me up and down with hungry eyes, shaking his head as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. I could feel the heat of his intense desire.

I wanted him desperately to do more than just look.

“Goddamn, you’re something else.”

As I grinned, I swept my eyes over his body, my gaze lingering on the bits of gray here and there on his chest and in his beard. They were a reminder of something I’d nearly forgotten—the age difference.

Am I really about to sleep with a man that’s twice my age?

The moment he placed his hands between my legs, rubbing me through my panties, I knew the answer was yes, yes, I was.

I closed my eyes and focused on the sensation of his big, rough hand on my most sensitive spot, pleasure pulsing out of me, Jack knowing just where I wanted his touch.

“That feel good, gorgeous?” he asked. His voice was low, heavy with arousal.

“So damn good. Don’t stop.”

He didn’t.

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