Page 123 of Over Time Advantage

I can physically see the conflict in her eyes. She loves me but wants more children. I hate that I can’t give them to her, but I know I’m not capable of being the type of father our kids would need.

The song “Lady in Red” by Chris De Burgh begins playing on my speakers. I can’t help but smile as I admit, “I loved this song back in the day.” My eyes take in her sexy red bikini. “It’s perfect, just like you. Care to dance with an old man who loves you endlessly?”

She nods. “You’re my favorite old man,” she rasps, still a bit emotional from our conversation.

I place her on her feet, then stand and remove her cover-up. I want her skin on mine.

Taking her into my arms, I begin moving us to the slow beat of the music.

She giggles when I attempt to sing the words out loud to her. I have a terrible voice, but I’m trying anything I can to lighten the mood. I think it’s working.

As the sultry dance continues, I feel her relax and can’t help but kiss her over and over again, hoping to convey my feelings for her. Throughout the whole song, we laugh and kiss like high school kids.

We could have this every day.

When the song ends, I dip her and kiss her deeply. Can she feel how much I love her? How much I need her?

I pour everything I have into that kiss. Every deep emotion I have for this amazing woman.

I can’t help but move my hands all over her curves. She’s got a true hourglass figure. She’s every wet dream come true, and she never fails to turn me on. One look. One touch. One taste. That’s all it takes.

As I lift her, she wraps her legs around me and runs her soft center over my hardness. My need for her never wanes.

As I move us toward the pool, she breaks the kiss and gives me that look that tells me she’s going to be naughty. One that makes my dick harden to steel in less than a second. “Let’s grab the bottle of wine,” she suggests.

“What do you have in mind, naughty girl?”

She bites her lower lip. “You’ll see.”

I move us toward the table, and she leans back, grabbing the bottle before I walk us to the pool steps and straight into the warm, soothing water.

I move us until we’re a bit deeper. It’s just hitting below my waist when I place her on the lip of the pool.

“Take your top off,” I instruct in a deep voice.

Curving her kiss-swollen lips into a sultry smile, she reaches back and unclasps her bikini top, letting it fall away with her full, luscious breasts spilling out.

I let out a moan when I see them. “You’re not ready for what I’ve been imagining doing to you.”

“Do it,” she begs. “All of it.” She licks her lips. “Let me sweeten the deal for you.”

She pours some of the wine over her breasts. I can see the maroon droplets falling from her nipples.

“Tell me what you taste, Jeffries.”

I lean forward and slowly run my tongue through the valley between her tits before I circle it over each nipple. It’s a combination of good wine and Fallon. “Blackberries.” Kiss. “Raspberries.” Kiss. “Chocolate.” Kiss. I hold her breasts together and stare at them. “I guess you were right, there are pears in red wine.”

She giggles. “Told ya so.”

I move my hands down and loop my fingers into the sides of her bottoms. She lifts, allowing me to slide them down her shapely legs before I spread them wide open and stare at the pink, weeping flesh between her legs.

As I’m staring, she dumps the last bit of wine down her body and lets it trickle between her legs. I stare as my favorite wine drips through the most intimate region of my favorite person. What a combination.

She leans back on her hands to give me the full view. “Keep looking at me like that, Daddy Jett, and I’ll forget how to behave.”

The corners of my mouth raise in amusement as I run my finger through her and then suck it into my mouth.

She lets out a whimper. “Put that dimple away, or I’ll sit on it.”