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I can't decide if she thinks all of this ‘dad energy’ stuff is a good thing or a bad thing. I get the impression it's good.
Luna seems to like that I care and am competent. Yes, I'm older, but that doesn't really seem to bother her. Now that I know more about her, I realize that yes, she has a very strong independent streak, but she was also kind of forced into that. She's been alone a lot and had to rely on herself. She seems to want to prove that she doesn't need anyone. I admire that. But it also makes protective instincts that I’ve not felt for anyone other than Brady surge to the surface.
I want to take care of her. Not because she needs it, but because I want to show her that she deserves it. And because if she lets me, that means she’s allowing me close and trusts me.
I move further into the bakery. "You know, I feel like maybe I could show you some reasons that dating an older guy is a really good thing."
"Really? Like you could install another lock on my door?"
I stop in front of her. "As a matter of fact, I could. And if you ever need anything like that, I hope you'll call me. But there are other things, too.”
I lift my hand and cup her cheek. Her hair is so soft and silky that I just want to bury my face in it. I want to run my hands through it. I want to feel it spread out over my chest.
I’m incredibly attracted to this woman, but I also want to worship her.
That’s a new one for me. I’ve had sex. I had really good sex. I’ve learned a lot about women over the years. But as long as everyone has a good time, I’m happy. With Luna, it has to be mind-blowing.
Luna might not have been out on a “real” date before, but I feel like she’s going to be the first for me. And in new ways as well.
“I’d love to hear all about the benefits to dating an older guy,” she says.
I swear I feel her press her cheek into my palm slightly, like she’s enjoying the touch and wants more.
“Okay, for one, I’ve had a lot of practice in things that other guys think are just normal and nothing to be lingered over.”
“Things like what?”
“Things like kissing.” I lower my head until our lips are almost touching. “Kissing is definitely something that gets better with practice.”
“I don’t —"
Before she can finish that thought, I press my mouth to hers.
In spite of the sweet little gasp that sends heat streaking to my cock, I take my time with the kiss. I slide my tongue over her lower lip, I press and release, then press again, taking the kiss slowly deeper. I touch her tongue, then I stroke deeper, then I tip her head, open my mouth, and drink her in.
She lets me. She participates, of course, but it’s almost as if she’s wanting me to show her something.
And oh, I’m going to show her something.
I kiss her for several long, slow, sweet moments. Then lift my head.
“We also know that women are stimulated differently than men. And we respect that. And we love to give pleasure as much as we like to get it. Maybe more.”
She’s looking up at me with those huge blue eyes, heat and curiosity in them.
“Even more?”
“Oh, definitely. Giving pleasure to a beautiful woman who could have any other man but chooses to be in the moment with you? Nothing hotter.”
“I’d love to hear more about that.” Her voice is breathless.
“Well, for instance, I would love to eat your pussy so well and for so long that you can barely remember your own name. I’d love to make you come so hard that you’re begging for my cock. And then I’d love to do it again, until you’re practically out of your mind. And then I’d love to do it again, feeling you come all over my cock the third time.”
Her eyes were wide, her lips parted as she nearly pants.
“Wow.” She swallows. “I thought you were shy and a little awkward talking about sex.”
I almost laugh at that. “Just because I don’t know all the slang and got a little tongue-tied around the hot, younger woman at first doesn’t mean I don’t know how to talk dirty.”
