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“Will she now?” he teased, another kiss on my jaw.

“So we should probably…”

“Take this downstairs,” he finished my sentence, nudging me towards the door. “Bring your phone.”

“Okay.”

I grabbed it, turning off the lights as I went, checked the front door. Normal things, even though this was not normal. It felt it, though. It felt right. Very much so.

“Are you still taking me down the pub?” I queried, suddenly remembering his earlier promise.

“Yes,” he mumbled, walking backwards down the stairs, my hand in his, his belt hanging open.

I wondered what he was about to do to me.

“I’m going to look after you, Dylan Scotland,” he whispered. Kisses. Deep ones on my mouth.

I liked it. I liked that he wanted me, because I could feel that. And where in the past these things had sometimes frightened me, I felt…calm. So incredibly calm.

“I’m not…very good at this,” I admitted.

“You managed to produce three children. You know what you’re doing.”

“I’m not going to get you pregnant.”

“Well, I sure hope not. Think it would kill me. I never did the newborn stage, but I did foster two grandchildren with more issues than you and me combined. I think I’ve paid my dues.”

“Would you do it again?” I asked, helping him out of his trousers and underpants. Ah, that cock of his, standing proud.

I stroked down his shaft as he took a hitched breath.

“Yes,” he said. “Anything.”

Perhaps he was answering a different question. Maybe I was too. But I fell to my knees, leaving him standing in the middle of the room, naked apart from the socks.

“You’re still wearing socks,” I murmured, pushing my nose against his skin. Smelling him. Deep scents that were so unfamiliar yet not.

Him. He smelled of him. Even down here.

“It’s a thing then. Socks.”

We were making no sense, but I didn’t think it mattered. My bravery, new and unfamiliar, was back, as I let the tip of my tongue taste the root of his cock. Soft skin.

Nothing frightening there. It was just skin, warm and gentle against my lips as I kissed up his shaft.

“Yes,” he said.

I agreed.

More skin. Deeper kisses. Licks up and down, like I knew how this was supposed to be. I’d had it done to me in the past, and I knew how good it could be. How naughty…turned on…it used to make me feel.

Strangely enough, being here on my knees on the hard floor as he fisted my hair, guiding my mouth to where he wanted me, deep down below that cock, over his balls…

I breathed him in, because God, I was hard. Doing this was making me aroused.

I wondered why, but perhaps it was just what it was. His hands around the back of my head as I slowly allowed the tip of his cock inside my mouth. Soft. That wrinkly slit wobbling against my tongue as I tasted it. Prodded gently inside. Other tastes and scents. I didn’t mind. Absolutely didn’t mind.

I didn’t go deep, just swirled my tongue around him, the sounds coming from his mouth egging me on. Small, gentle movements as I bobbed up and down. Moved. Explored different angles. Let him dip into my cheek, then out again. And the other one as my tongue played along.