“Oh,” she blushed, looking a little sheepish. “Sorry I gave you a hard time.”
“Darlin’.” I crook my finger under her chin, tilting her face up towards me. “I’m not. It was fucking hot. Made me hard as fuck,” I tell her as I grind my cock against her soft belly.
Her eyes widen, and then she smiles smugly at me. “I’ve still got it then.”
Throwing my head back I let out a belly laugh, tears gather in my eyes from my laughter at the smugness in her face. “Yeah, Ems, you’ve still got it,” I tell her. Lowering my head, I take her mouth in a soft, sweet kiss that quickly turns hot and heavy as she wraps her arms around my neck, standing on her toes. Needing her closer, I grip her thighs and lift.
‘Fuck I’m glad I keep in shape,’I think as Emily wraps her legs around my waist. Turning, I walk us to my workbench. Sweeping the jars and tools to the side, I set Emily on it, never taking my mouth from hers. My hands wander down her back to her hips, pulling her to the edge of the table as I grind my hard cock against her warm pussy.
“Jesus, darlin’,” I whisper as I kiss down her neck to her ear, nipping at the lobe as she sighs and rocks her hips against mine. I slide a hand to the front of her shorts, undoing the button with one hand as I kiss her again, and slide my hand into the front of her panties and right into her wet warmth. I’m leaking pre-cum like a pubescent boy. I haven’t felt horny like this in years.
Emily whimpers low in her throat as I circle her clit a few times before dipping into her pussy and back to her clit. It doesn’t take long for her whimpers to turn to moans as she rips her lips from mine, throwing her head back. She leans back on her hands as she rides my hand. “Deck, Deck. Fuck yes, Deck.” Her eyes open wide with surprise as she whispers my name as she comes, her pussy gripping my fingers. “Holy shit,” she whispers, face flushed, eyes hazy, lips plump and swollen from our kisses. “Holy shit,” she whispers again. “I’ve never come like that in my life.”
Chuckling at the tone of awe in her voice, I pull my fingers from her pants and suck them clean while she watches, eyes wide. She may have been married for years, but from her reaction, I don’t think the fucker gave two shits if she came when they fucked. Well, I might be old, but all my parts were working, and when they got tired, I had fingers and a tongue. There’s no way my woman was ever going to be left wanting.
Wrapping my arms around her, I hug her to me as she comes down from her high. “What about you?”
My shoulders start to shake with laughter, and she looks up with puzzlement.
“Darlin’ I’m not sure if I should admit to this or not but I came when you did. Like some teenage boy seeing his first pair of tits.”
Her eyes widen, and then she starts to laugh with me.
It feels good to be able to laugh with someone again.
When we sober some, and our laughter peters out, I ask, “You going to be my Old Lady, darlin’?”
“Yeah, honey, I am.” She smiles up at me.
Easy. Ruthie was right. I knew it when I saw Emily that she was my second chance at happiness, and there was no way I was waiting any longer to make her mine.
“Good,” I replied. “Let me go and get cleaned up and I’ll have the prospects start moving you in this afternoon.”
“Okay,” she agrees. I help her down from the table, and we start laughing when I see that my greasy handprints are all over her T-shirt—especially across her chest. She turns around, and there are perfect handprints on the back of her shorts.
“Well, shit,” she snorts out a laugh as she looks at me. “Guess you’re both a tits and ass man.”
“Looks that way. They’re a fine pair of tits and it’s a fucking phenomenal ass.” I grin at her as I strip off my shirt and hand it to her. She takes it, but not before she does a thorough inspection of my chest and abs. I know I’m in good shape, but I can’t lie; I’ve upped my workouts since I met Emily. She slips my shirt over her head, hiding my handprints from the world.
“I think I should frame these,” she teases as she steps closer and rises to her toes, pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth. “Thank you.”
I know it’s not just for the orgasm, although that was exceptional; it’s also for taking the time to get to know her, giving her a family and making sure she’s seen. And for the laughter. Because while I may have been a pussy when it came to tying her down, that didn’t mean I hadn’t been spending time with her every day, making sure she knew that she had a place in our family.
“You’re welcome, darlin’. Now,” I tap her lightly on the ass to get her moving. “Go pack. Tonight, you’re in my bed.”
“Aye, aye Captain,” she gives me a cheeky salute and a wink before sashaying out of the garage. Taking my phone from the shelf I’d put it on earlier, I called Maestro.
“You got Maestro.”
“Send the prospects to Emily's son. I’m moving her in.”
He’s silent and then starts laughing. “Fuck, Pops, when you decide to pull your finger out your ass and get moving you don’t waste any time. I’ll send them over now.”
“Thanks, son.”
I’m about to hang up when Maestro calls out, “Pops, I’m happy for you and I know both mom and Chains would be too. Emily’s a good woman.”
My throat tightens with emotion, and I blink before I clear my throat. “Thank you, Roman. That means a lot to me.”
