“How can you actually want to be with somebody like me?” she asked.
“I...I don't understand,” I answered, looking at her in surprised confusion. “Somebody like you?”
She sighed, a sad smile crossing her face. “Well, I mean, just look at me, little one. I'm twice your age and not much of a people person. I'm not all that attractive, either.”
I was floored. I'd had some idea that she didn't think too highly of herself, but this was different. It sounded rehearsed, as though she'd said it to many others in the past.
Looking into her eyes, I stepped closer. “Have you considered the fact that maybe, just maybe, I don't care about any of that?”
She looked at the ground, biting at her lower lip in embarrassment. “Yes, but I haven't dared to believe it.”
“I love you, not who and what other people expect you to be,” I murmured, wrapping my arms around her waist in a tight hug. “Now, will you let me prove it to you?”
She smirked. “What kind of wife would I be if I didn't, huh?”
I laughed, pulling away a little in order to look into her eyes with a smirk of my own. “Kiss me…”
There was no reply. Instead, she lifted me into her arms and pressed her lips against my own in a soft, tender kiss. I closed my eyes, deepening the kiss, and pushed my unclothed body against hers with a contented sigh as we pulled apart.
“Come to bed with me,” I murmured, lacing our fingers together as we entered the bedroom. “I'm going to show you exactly how much you mean to me.”
“You're far too good to me,” she said, sadness creeping back into her voice. “Nor do I deserve to have someone as wonderful as you.”
“You'll change your mind once I'm through with you,” I said, gently helping her to sit at the end of our bed. “Do you trust me?”
She nodded, words having escaped her for the moment as she captured my lips in a passionate kiss. I wedged myself between her bare legs, momentarily deepening the kiss as Igently fingered the bottom of the black tank top she sometimes liked to sleep in.
“Strip for me,” I murmured, helping her to stand. “I want to see - and worship - every last inch of you.”
She nodded, quickly removing the aforementioned tank top as I watched thoughtfully. When her thumbs slid into the waistband of her pale blue panties, I smirked, gently grabbing her wrists to stop her before she could remove them.
She arched a questioning eyebrow. “I thought you wanted me to be naked.”
I smirked. “Oh, I do, believe me, but not quite yet. For now, lay down with your hands behind your head and spread your legs.”
She was silent as she did as I'd asked. I followed momentarily, leaning down for a brief but very passionate kiss.
“God, you're beautiful,” I murmured, shifting so I could reach into her panties. “I know I keep saying it, but it's true.”
One hand moved forward, fingers dipping gently under the waistband of her panties to seek out what lay hidden underneath. I stroked her clit a few times, marveling at the wetness I felt as she moaned softly.
“Close your eyes and relax, my love,” I said, pressing tender kisses to her inner thighs. “Let me take care of you.”
She nodded, doing just that and waiting to see what I was planning. I removed my fingers, pausing for a few seconds to taste her, and retrieved a purple vibrator from the bottom drawer. I pressed the on button after making sure it was set to its lowest setting, and gently pressed it against her panty-covered clit.
The result was instantaneous. She moaned, pushing against the toy desperately as it stimulated her through the fabric. I smirked, watching her writhe in pleasure as her panties became wetter and stickier.
“Come for me,” I murmured, feeling a rush of wetness between my own legs as she did just that.
She smiled, sated, as I kissed her lips tenderly. “I love you.”
“I love you, too, little one,” she murmured, eyes now open as her long fingers moved between my legs.
It didn't take more than a few minutes for me to find my own release. I sighed contentedly as she removed her fingers from between my legs, snuggling close and burying my face into her chest. Her arms wound around me protectively, rubbing my back in just the way I loved as I tightened my grip.
“Do you believe me now?” I asked, looking into her eyes.
She smiled, kissing my lips softly. “Yes, I think I do.”
I smiled back sleepily. “I'm glad.”
She didn't reply for a minute as she pulled me close once again. “Get some rest, little one. I'll be here while you do.”
Topic: Age is Only a Number (Jane Lynch) (Read 2420 times)