The Decent Proposal (Trust In Me) (12 page)

“You need to get those pants off too, you know,”
she said.

Rob wasted no time removing everything but his
socks.
Typical man
, Ana thought. But
she didn’t care. If she hadn’t been so horny, she would have found it amusing.
But for now, she just wanted to take in every square inch of his body. His
chest was hard, smooth, and hairless, and she realized that in seconds, she
would feel the warmth of him pressing up against her.

Before throwing his pants on the ground, Rob
reached into his pocket, removing a condom and setting it on the table next to
the bed.

“I’m on the pill… and I’m clean,” Ana said. “I
mean, just so you know. Not trying to ruin the moment or anything.”

Rob leaned down and gently kissed her neck.
“You’re not ruining the moment, and I am too.” He looked up at Ana quickly. “Disease-free
that is… I’m… not on the pill.”

They both laughed quietly and Ana took control,
pushing him over onto his back. She straddled him, completely naked, while he
soaked up her body with his eyes. Taking both breasts in his hands, he pinched
her nipples gently, sending tingling sensations all the way down to her core.
 

“Get up here and sit on my face,” he commanded. “I
want to make you come.”

Ana scooted up and straddled him. He started by
licking her upper thigh, just outside of her lips. It tickled, making her belly
quiver, and she thought she might come from that alone. She had never been with
a man who was so intently focused on playing with her body and teasing her. Most
guys she’d been with just jumped right in without much foreplay. Obviously she
had been with boys, not a real man. Rob definitely knew what he was doing.

Letting his tongue dance in circles all around
her labia, he finally parted her lips wide open with his fingers. She glanced
down at him and saw that he was watching her, tightly focused on her face, her
reaction. When he licked her clit, she felt a surge of electricity all the way
to her toes. Her head fell backwards and her eyes closed. She was about to lose
all perception of reality. Where was she again? Oh… that’s right, she was
having sex with Rob.

“Oh God... that is so good.” She rotated her
hips around and around as he licked her and grabbed her ass. Their synchronous
moaning made her dizzy with excitement, and Ana loved the fact that she had
that power over him, to turn him on so much. She reached behind her and grabbed
his hard cock, and he thrust it into her grip. She could feel a drop of
pre-come, and it sent her plummeting over the edge.

“Oh, Jesus, I’m going to come,” she muttered.

“Yeah, let it out.” Rob’s shaft was throbbing
with desire, and her cries of pleasure seemed to make his dick even harder.

Ana’s orgasm sent rippling pulsations all
through her body. Never before had she experienced a climax so fast and so
intense with anyone. She threw her arms forward, grabbing hold of the
headboard, trying hard to keep from falling off the roller coaster ride she was
on. When the waves passed, she fell onto her back, completely breathless. Rob
watched her, playfully stroking her tits. When her breathing slowed, she sat up
then leaned back down and took his cock in her mouth, slowly teasing the head
with her tongue at first, then making her way down the entire shaft. He tasted
delicious, a little salty and a little sweet. She sucked him skillfully as he
grabbed her head and moved it up and down.

“Oh God, yes… you are so good at that, Ana.
Don’t stop…”

Hearing him say her name made her heart race and
flooded her with warmth. Ana gently stroked his testicles with her free hand
while she continued sucking and lapping his hardness. Rob stopped her, pulled
her away from him, and rolled her over on her back, wasting no time mounting
her. Before entering her, he kissed her so she could taste her own juices on
his mouth.

“You see how sweet you taste? I could eat you all
day,” Rob said with lustful pride.

Ana kissed him while he toyed with her breasts.

“I want you inside of me, now,” Ana pleaded. She
had waited too long for this moment, and she didn’t want to wait any more.

Rob let the head of his dick tease her wet lips.
He entered her slowly at first then gave a gentle thrust that took her breath
away. She arched her back then pushed herself forward to take him all in. As
their bodies rocked in motion, she watched his face, his shoulders, his chest.
He was glimmering with sweat, and his tanned body shimmered in the soft light
that was spilling through the window. He looked like a force to be reckoned
with, towering over her slender body. He was the image of perfection, and
making love to Rob was not what she thought it would be. It was more… so
deliriously much more.

When it was time for him to come, he picked up
speed and groaned as Ana thrust quickly to keep up with him, squeezing his pecks.
His eyes closed and he snapped his head back quickly, letting another moan escape
his lips. As he collapsed on top of her, she could feel his juices dripping
down to the sheets below.

* * * * *

He rolled off of her, and they both lay there
completely spent, not saying a word. Ana was lying on her side watching his
chest rise and fall, slowly returning to a normal breathing pattern, when Rob
finally spoke.

“That was epic.”

“Epic does not begin to describe it,” Ana said.
After a brief pause, she added, “Can I ask you something?”

“Mmm… you just did,” Rob replied.

“Very funny. Seriously, though, how long have
you wanted to do that?” Ana needed to know the exact moment when he was
attracted to her.

“Since that first night we went out.” Rob
answered without hesitation. A moment later, he glanced in her direction attempting
to discern her silence.

“Really?” she finally replied. “I had no idea.
Why didn’t you say something?”

“A lot of reasons. Honestly, you’re the first
person I’ve dated since Stephanie. I suppose in some ways I was still getting
over the break-up, and I was trying to be a gentleman.”
           
“A
gentleman? Shit… all the opportunities you’ve had since then? You took being a
gentleman to a whole new level.” Ana made a valid point.
 

“I know, but by the time we came up with our
business arrangement, I didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize that. I was
also a little concerned about the age difference.” Rob paused. “Believe it or
not, I really like spending time with you. But I guess on some level, deep
down, I knew I would have you some day.”

Ana punched him in the arm.

“Ow, woman!”

“You jerk!” Ana laughed. “And I pulled that
punch! For real? You planned this the whole time? Do you know how long I’ve
been suffering, wanting to get you in bed?” Ana flopped over and turned her
back to him.

“Hey, wait a minute Miss Sulky Sulkerton! I never
said I planned it. And quite honestly, I didn’t know you wanted me the
whole
time. I just hoped that we would
have a chance to, you know, explore each another some day.”

Ana rolled back over and smiled at him. Reaching
up to touch his face, she traced her fingertips over his cheekbones then combed
them through his hair. Rob took her hand in his and kissed her palm.

“I really do care about you a lot,” Rob
confessed.

“How much?” Ana moved closer to Rob, wanting to
kiss him.

“A bunch,” he repeated. They stared at each
other for a while, Ana deep in thought and mesmerized by his presence, his
closeness.

“That spanking was hot. I’ve always fantasized
about that. How did you know that would turn me on so much?” she asked.

Rob laughed. “If you don’t recall, you’re the
one that brought it up.”

“Really? When?”

“Last night in the limo. You left your keys at
my house then apologized and said I could spank you if I wanted. You remember
now?”

“Oh yeah… it’s kind of a blur, but…” her voiced
trailed off.

“I would have never done something like that if
I didn’t think it would be a turn-on for you. But the way you were taunting me,
saying I could turn you over my knee. Damn woman, you made me so hard. Oh, and
yesterday afternoon when I threw you into the pool, you took your best shot at
my ass, gave it a good whack. I said to myself, I said, ‘Self, this girl is
going to get a good spanking, hand delivered, first chance you get.’ God, when
you did that, I had to go inside to hide my shame.”

They continued to talk about the nights they had
shared, arguing about who was more turned on by the end of the evening. Then
Ana asked a question she wasn’t sure she wanted to know the answer to.

“You said you were concerned about the age
difference. Are you still worried?”

Rob stared at the ceiling pensively. “Yes, and
no. I am concerned because we’re talking about almost twenty years difference
here. That’s not insignificant. But on the other hand, you’re a lot more mature
than most women your age. You’ve been on your own for a while. You’re strong and
independent, goal-oriented, which is very sexy by the way. And you know how to
take care of yourself.” He looked at Ana. “I don’t think anyone or anything
could ever stop you from getting what you want. That’s one of the things I love
about you, and ultimately, what drew me to you—you wicked, wicked woman.”
Rob leaned over and kissed Ana sweetly, slowly; a kiss devoid of lust and
filled with emotion, feelings, and tenderness. The way he had casually tossed
the word ‘love’ into their conversation, Ana wondered if that meant he was
falling in love with her. She was well on her way but wasn’t ready to tell him
that.

“You’re pretty wicked yourself. And about the age
difference, it doesn’t bother me at all. You’ve become very important to me,
and at the risk of sounding cliché, age is just a number.”

“I totally agree,” Rob replied. “But when a
young stud comes along and sweeps you off your feet with his all night power
drilling sessions, just promise me you’ll let me down easy, okay?” There was a
hint of regret in his statement, as if he was already disappointed because he
knew it would happen.

“Wait, wait… all night power drilling?
Elaborate, please.”

Rob seemed to choose his words carefully.
“Twenty-something-year-olds have skills that men my age don’t—the ability
to go all night.” Ana stared at him blankly.

“I’m forty, sweetheart. I don’t have the energy
that guys your age have. I mean, don’t get me wrong. I can last a long time,
but I’m no energizer bunny,” he added.

“Is that what you think I want? I don’t have the
energy to go all night, either. And besides, there are lots of things we can do
to satisfy each other besides fucking all night. Believe me, that’s the least
of my worries.”

Leaning in to kiss her gently, Rob seemed
comforted by her reassurance. “Hey, did you hear the one about the kid who
lived on a farm with his dad, and they had a really bad year, went broke, and
had nothing left but a duck?” he asked.

“Um, no?” Ana laughed.

“Alright, well, there was this boy. He and his pop
owned a farm. One year, they had harvested everything they could, but they had
suffered through a drought, so things were really bad financially. They had no
crops left, no food, and no money. The only thing they had was a duck. So the
father told the boy, ‘I want you to go into town and sell this duck. Get
whatever you can for it, and don’t come home until you sell it.’
           
So
the kid walks into town with the duck in tow. He wanders the streets for a
while asking people if they want the duck, but no one bites. By the afternoon,
he’s starting to get discouraged. He comes across a hooker standing on the
street corner, and she stops him. She says, ‘Hey baby, how ‘bout a good time?’ Now
the boy really wants to fuck her, but he has no money, so he tells her he’s
broke, that all he has is this duck. She says that’s fine, that she’ll take the
duck as payment. He figures what the hell, right? Nobody wants to buy his duck
anyway.

So they go up to her hotel room, and he nails
the ever-loving shit out of her. It’s the best sex she’s ever had, I mean,
she’s never been pummeled like that. She looks at him and says, ‘Damn! That was
the best sex of my life! I’ll tell you what—if you fuck me like that
again, I’ll give you your duck back.’

So the kid’s like, ‘Okay. I can do that.’ So he
boinks her again, and it’s so good, she gives him back his duck, and the kid
sets out on his merry way. He spends the rest of the afternoon trying to sell
the duck but to no avail. It starts to get dark, so he heads home. As he’s
walking down the road to his farm, he’s kind of bummed out because he knows his
dad is going to be pissed, but he figures he can try again tomorrow. All of a
sudden, out of nowhere, an eighteen-wheeler comes barreling down the street.
The duck gets spooked, starts quacking and flailing all over the place. The boy
loses his grip, and the duck flies right into the path of the oncoming truck,
killing it instantly.

The truck driver stops and gets out to make sure
the boy is okay. Of course the kid is freaking out. He’s like, ‘Jesus Christ,
man! You killed my duck! I was supposed to take it into town and sell it, but
nobody wanted it. Now we have nothing! No food, no money, and no duck. My dad’s
going to kill me!’ The truck driver apologizes profusely and gives him
twenty-five dollars for his trouble before driving off. Now the kid is skipping
home. His dad will be so proud.