by Jordan Marie
His cock is dark, thick, with a broad head and long in a way I’ve not seen. I squirm on the table, just taking it in.
“Ida Sue?”
“Yeah,” I ask, my voice sounding breathless, my gaze glued on his cock as he takes it in his hand and strokes.
“My eyes are up here, Darlin’.”
“Yeah,” I say again, mostly ignoring him, unable to take my eyes from his cock.
His laughter finally hits me and I eventually look up at his face.
“Undress, Ida Sue,” he says, his eyes crinkled with happiness.
It feels like my heart swells in that moment, overfilling in a way I’ve never experienced.
But, I know that it’s good.
35
Jansen
“Uh… Maybe we could move upstairs.”
I look at her and smile.
“I want you here, Lovey. Right here on this table.”
“I…”
“Is it too soon?”
“Hell no.”
“Then what’s the problem, Darlin’?”
“I really like it when you call me, Darlin.”
“Ida Sue,” I warn with a laugh. This woman is giving me whiplash.
“Can we turn the lights out?”
“Why would I do that?”
“Jansen… I’m almost forty.”
“And I’m past that. What does that have to do with a damn thing?”
“I’ve had nine kids, Jan.”
“Ida Sue,” I respond with a sigh.
“Having a child does things to your body,” she mumbles, blushing a deep red.
“Ida Sue, don’t you think I know that?”
“I’ve only had clothes on when we’ve fooled around.”
“Darlin’—”
“Clothes hide a multitude of sins,” she mutters. “I just think it’d be better with the lights off at least for a little while.”
“Ida Sue. I’m forty-four. I don’t make a habit of sleeping with women who aren’t my age, or at least close to it. Do you think I haven’t seen a woman’s body before and been able to appreciate it?”
She frowns at me, her eyes narrowing.
“I’d rather not hear about the women before me that you’ve stuck your sausage into, Jan, or I might determine I’m a vegetarian.”
“Why is it when I’m around you I don’t know whether to kiss you or spank your ass, Ida Sue?”
“I don’t remember spanking being on the table.”
“It will be eventually. For now, it’s you on the table, with the lights on, and if you have any doubts on how I like your body, I’m going to fuck those out of you.”
“You said fuck again.”
Some of the nervousness has left her face now and she’s smiling. Her face is flushed.
“Are you going to take that dress off?” I ask.
“What if I told you I have granny panties on under this dress?”
“I’d tell you the sight of granny panties on you makes my cock weep with joy.”
Her mouth drops into an ‘O’ shape, and then she laughs.
“What if I told you I don’t have any panties on?”
“Then, I’d tell you the good Lord above has answered my prayers and my cock would weep with joy,” I tell her, my voice dropping down in tone as I reach behind her and deftly unzip her dress.
“So basically, no matter what, your cock is going to be wet.” She stares at me, licking along the seam of her lips and pulling her arms out of her sleeves. Once she does that she clasps the top of her dress against her chest.
“Definitely wet, Darlin’.”
“Jan—”
“Wet from the root…” I murmur softly into her ear as I gather her dress at the hemline and slowly push it upwards. “…to the tip,” I finish, biting teasingly on her earlobe. Then, I continue pulling the dress up past her hips. I have to stop at her waistline because she’s clutching it so tightly.
“Jan, I really do have a nice soft bed…”
“We’ll try it out later.”
“Why later?” she asks, remaining stubborn.
“Because right now I want my woman on this table, naked, open for me and begging me to go deeper.”
“I don’t normally beg,” she warns me and that makes me grin.
“You will,” I promise her just as I pull hard and lift the dress over her head.
That’s the moment I discover that she wasn’t actually wearing granny panties. She didn’t have panties on at all. And the lips of her pussy are glistening with her juices.
I’m definitely going to make sure she begs me to go deeper and when I’m done, she’ll never doubt how much her body turns me on.
Never.
36
Ida Sue
Sweet Lord, Jansen could sweet talk a nun out of giving up her chastity. I close my eyes tightly, so tight that it’s almost painful. I don’t want to see the disappointment on his face when he takes in the stretchmarks around my stomach and arms. I admit it’s shameful. I should have a stronger backbone, but I can’t stand to see disappointment in Jansen’s eyes.
I just can’t.
I wait and nothing happens. I haven’t heard his footsteps, or I’d be even more panicked thinking he had left the room. My heart is thumping in my chest so hard it’s echoing in my ears.
It feels like I’ve been like this, eyes squeezed shut, for at least an hour, even if it has been a minute or two.
Then, I squeak a soft gasp out when I feel Jansen’s lips against the wet lips of my pussy. My eyes spring open immediately.
“Jansen…”
“You’re fucking beautiful, Lovey. Never seen anything prettier.”
“You don’t have to say that—”
“And I’ve never tasted anything better in my life,” he growls as his hand cups my pussy.
“How you could even think I’d find you anything but beautiful, Ida Sue, I don’t understand. I’ve seen you before in the treehouse, remember? Did I act like I didn’t love everything about you then?”
“Well, I mostly kept my clothes on and we worked around them.”
“I remember you feeding me your breast, my fingers buried in your sweet pussy and—”
“I just…”
“Just what, Lovey?” he asks.
My eyes go wide when he sits on the bench he made for the table. I try to close my legs, but he doesn’t let me. Instead, he puts one leg on each of his shoulders, leaving me completely open and angled for his mouth.
“I wanted to be perfect for you…” I realize I sound silly and I sigh, feeling a little foolish.
“Lean on your elbows so you’re looking at me, Ida Sue,” he orders.
I do as he asks. He’s seeing parts of me that kind of make it impossible to worry anymore. He either likes it or he doesn’t at this point. His fingers graze over the lips of my pussy, barely touching it, teasing me more than anything and it’s enough to cause my body to shiver in reaction.
I grow wetter just from the way he’s looking at me, barely touching me. Maybe it should embarrass me, being open to him like this, growing so wet that my juices slide against his fingers, but suddenly all of my worries fade and all I want is for him to take me, to make this delicious ache he created… stop.
He bends down, flattening his tongue against my pussy and licking, gathering up my desire and taking it into his mouth. My eyes flutter closed. It’s still barely a touch, but it, along with the wet heat of his tongue, is enough to make my body shudder with need. Then, I feel his tongue slide between my lips and I moan because it feels so good. He pulls apart my lips so that I’m open to him and when I look at him again, Jansen is staring down at my exposed pussy.
“I love your body Ida Sue. I love everything about it.”
“Jansen, please…”
“I especially love that you’re giving it to me. You are, right Darlin’?”
“I am?”
I gasp as he stops talking and his tongue slides against my throbbing clit.
It curls around it somehow and then he’s sucking on it, pulling it between his lips, as his fingers thrust into me. He releases me with a popping noise, his fingers deep inside of me. I feel his thumb pressing against my swollen clit thrusting back and forth as he finger fucks me.
“Say it, Ida Sue. Tell me that you’re giving me your body. That it’s mine to keep,” he says, his voice harsh, full of hunger and so raspy that it makes me want to purr.
He begins placing small kisses around my clit, always so close—but, never touching it. His fingers still slide in and out of me, fucking me slow and steady. I squirm needing his attention back at my clit and needing it in a way that I’ve never needed anything in my entire life before.
“Tell me, Lovey. I need to hear it,” he says, this time kissing downward to my inner thighs, his teeth nipping and dragging across my skin.
I’m squirming in his hands, having a hard time concentrating and needing him to stop playing with me. I try to focus, knowing it’s important to give him what he wants, but I just need him to come back to my clit.
“Tell me, Lovey,” he says again, kissing his way back up. His fingers stop moving inside of me. They’re buried deep and I squeeze my muscles to try and ride them, but I can’t get what I need.
“Jan, honey, I need you to give me more,” I beg and I don’t care that I do sound like I’m whining.
He’s killing me.
“I need the words, Lovey,” he says softly as he blows air against my clit.
Sweet Jesus…
“I…”
His fingers stretch inside of me as he kisses the top of my clit, then he sucks it into his mouth, his teeth biting down as his tongue tortures it.
And then he stops.
“Ida Sue…” he says, his voice warning.
I’m going mindless. I’ve never been so worked up and if he doesn’t stop torturing me and just give me what I want…. I may have to kill him.
“Jan…” I whimper.
“Give me the words, and I’ll make this pretty little pussy come all over my face,” he promises.
I’m breathing hard, and slowly going out of my mind, when he curls his fingers inside of me, and moves the pads of them back and forth on the upper wall of my vagina. Perspiration breaks out over my body, I tremble, feeling a climax that is simmering just out of reach. My entire life I’ve heard of the G-spot and where it’s located, but I’ve never had a man find it. Jansen not only can find it, he seems to know where it is without searching.
Words… he needs words… I need to remember what he wants me to say.
At this point I’d say anything if he just never stops.
If he just makes me come.
“I’m giving you my body, Jansen,” I cry, proud of myself for remembering, when I feel a finger press against the tight ring of muscle at my ass.
“That’s my woman,” he praises, sucking my clit back in his mouth while his fingers begin moving inside of me again and his thumb pushes against my ass.
“Come for me, Darlin’. Come for me,” he murmurs, as my clit slides from his mouth and his tongue begins lapping against it.
“Jansen,” I cry, the orgasm so huge that I’m afraid to let it go now. It feels like it might destroy me.
“Come for me, Lovey,” he croons. “Give me all that sweet juice you have inside, Honey Girl.”
There’s a part of me trying to hold it back. A little out of fear and also because I want to make it last, but with Jansen’s fingers barreling in and out of me, I can’t stop myself. The orgasm speeds through me, my legs tighten against him and I come, giving him everything I have.
37
Jansen
“That’s a damn fine table you made, Jan.”
Ida Sue laughs into my side, her arms around me, squeezing me to her as her leg lays over mine. I’ve got her head on my shoulder, her hair fanned out over it and I’m gently stroking her arm. Her comment would make me smile, but I haven’t stopped smiling, not since the moment I made her come and especially not afterwards when I slid my cock deep inside of her and we came together.
We ended up making a sandwich instead of going out. Not what I had planned, but this way we could let Mary sleep, and if I’m honest, I liked it better and I think Ida Sue did too. Mary woke up and I played with her and helped Ida Sue get her down for the night. I’ve not been around many babies, but little Mary seemed to take to me and Ida Sue didn’t yank her out of my hands, so I figure I did okay.
Now it’s hours later and Ida Sue and I should be asleep, but I don’t want to sleep. Part of me is afraid that if I fall asleep, I’ll wake up alone and this—all of this—will be a dream. When a man suddenly has everything he ever wanted in his arms, I’m finding that it makes you afraid it’s not real.
“Glad you like it, Lovey,” I murmur into her hair, kissing her there and giving her a squeeze.
“You’ve gone quiet.”
“Just thinking that tonight might be the single greatest night in my life.”
Maybe I should try to play it cool, hold myself back, but that’s not who I am. I’m not going to play games with Ida Sue. I think maybe she’s had enough games played with her in the past. I want her to know that, with me, what she sees is what she gets.
Ida Sue rolls over so that her upper body is over mine and she looks down at me. God she’s so fucking beautiful, she makes me ache. Soft, honey brown hair, sparkling eyes and pouty lips made to give a man pleasure—along with a spark of sass to keep life interesting.
“You mean that don’t you, Jan?” she asks, her voice filled with more than a little wonder.
I bring my hand up so I can play with the ends of her hair and I study her face. She’s started calling me Jan. No one ever has before, and I don’t think it would ever occur to me to let them. But, I like that Ida Sue calls me that. It’s like she’s claiming me as hers, taking a liberty no one else has ever had, one I’ve never given.
I’d give her anything.
“I mean it, Honey Girl,” I tell her, giving her lips a brief kiss, as her body melts against mine.
“Where have you been all of my life?” she asks.
“Looking for you.”
She may not know it, but that’s the God’s honest truth. She’s the answer to every question, to every prayer, to every wish.
“If you don’t stop being sweet, you’re going to make me cry,” she warns.
“I’ll try to rein it in, Darlin’.”
“I’d appreciate it,” she says with a sweet smile that feels like it’s all mine. She feels like she’s all mine. “This has been the best Valentine’s Day ever,” she adds, kissing my chest.
“Shit,” I mutter when I realize what she said. How I could have forgotten, I don’t know, but I did. I need to remedy that really damn quick. “It’s not over yet.”
“It’s not? You got another round left in you, Cowboy?”
“That’s not what I meant, but with you I seem to always be ready,” I tell her grabbing her hand and moving it down to hold it over my stiffening cock. Her soft hand wraps around my shaft and strokes me, but I stop her after that. There’s something else that needs to happen first. “Hold that thought, Darlin’,” I tell her, while stretching. I’m half on the bed and half off, stretching to pick up the jeans from where I dropped them earlier.
“What are you doing?” she laughs, but I’m turned to the side now, giving her my back so she can’t see. “I wanna see!” She’s giggling now, her hands on my back. She’s happy and that makes me smile.
I sift through and find the pocket I stored the ring in earlier. It’s just a simple diamond on a gold band, but I hope that Ida Sue can tell that it comes from the heart. I already have the matching gold wedding bands bought too. It might have been jumping the gun, but I know in my heart that she’s the one.
Tonight just reinforced that for me.
I open the box, letting my pants fall to the floor, and turn back on my back—ring hid in my fist.
“What are you doi
ng, Cowboy?” Ida Sue grumbles, snuggling back into me and holding me close.
I open my hand to show her the ring.
“Ida Sue Lucas,” I start, looking at her and then back to the ring. “Will you marry me?”
38
Ida Sue
Oh God.
How can things go from good to horribly bad so quickly?
I look down at the ring that Jansen’s holding and it feels like I have rocks in my stomach. It’s beautiful, every woman’s dream…
Except mine.
“Jan I…”
“I probably should have let you help pick the rings out, but I saw it in the window of the local jewelry store and it just seemed like you. Simple but beautiful,” he adds and those rocks in my stomach seem to get heavier.
Shit…
“Ida Sue?” Jansen questions, when I don’t reply. I tear my eyes away from the ring to look up at his face, and the confusion that I see there eats at me.
“Jan, honey, I…”
“Will you marry me?” he asks again.
“Jansen… I can’t.”
I feel his body go solid under me. It’s as if there’s a wall that’s suddenly appeared between us. I hate it, I want to tear it down…even as I’m the one nailing it up.
“I see,” he says quietly, his voice oddly calm. I get sick to my stomach, knowing this is going badly.
That’s even more evident when the ring box slams shut and he moves, swinging his legs over the side of the mattress and sitting up. I’m left scrambling. When he goes to stand up, I practically tackle him, wrapping my arms around him and pressing my front to his back.
“No, Sweetheart, don’t leave,” I beg.
“I need to head back down to the barn. I apparently read everything the wrong way,” he says, pulling against my hold. I refuse to let him go. I know in my heart that if I let him walk away, that will be it. It will be over and the thought of that happening makes me panic.