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forceful, as though he couldn't get enough of her taste. Gabby realized that she was as ravenous as he, and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled his head down. His hair was soft under her fingers, even while nothing else of him was soft.
    Her zipper slid down easily at his touch, and in moments she was standing there wearing only a black lace bra and panties, her high-heeled shoes, a her great-grandmother's gleaming silver cross. He kissed his way down her body, spending extra moments at her cleavage, until he was squatting on the floor, where he unbuckled the tiny fastenings at her ankles.
    "Shoes off, sweetheart."
    She offered her feet, one at a time, and he set the shoes aside, kissing his way back up to her mouth. Gabby wanted his flesh against her, not his suit, so she pushed his jacket off his shoulders, took off his bolo, and peeled back his shirt. His chest was warm and solid under her hands. He wore a chain and medallion around his neck. She fleetingly wondered what it was, but didn't want to break their sensuous kiss to find out.
    Ace pushed her bra cups off her breasts and played with her nipples. Excitement curled in her belly from both his gentle and his rough caresses. The sensation of his callused fingers on her excited nipples was magnificent. Her body was thrumming. She mewled as his hand snaked down her belly and into her panties.
    "Mmmm, wet," he whispered against her mouth. "Time to get serious, li'l girl."
    "Hmm? Serious?"
    He stepped back and undressed while she watched.
    Rampant, he was the epitome of maleness. He was sculpted and formed as if by a master artisan. The jutting cock at the juncture of his thighs was almost scary. Ace was a man, a real man, and older or not, he was exactly what she wanted at the moment.
    He hadn't removed the medallion from around his neck, and Gabby lifted it to take a closer look. It was a religious medal with the face of a saint embossed on it. She glanced up at Ace, surprised, and found him smiling at her. Apparently, he was a Roman Catholic, too, and that common bond was comforting. "Saint Isidore-the-Farmer," he explained. "I never take it off."
    "Kiss me?"
    "Yes, ma'am," he said with a chuckle in his voice. As they embraced and his lips conquered hers, Ace unfastened her bra and eased it off. Her nipples were pointed, inviting him to tease them again, and he did.
    Gabby's blood raced through her veins. Her pussy seeped, her clit throbbing with the beat of her heart. Ace moved his lips down her chin and started kissing and nibbling on her breasts, and she pressed his face closer. Her head dropped back on her neck and she moaned as he pushed her breasts together and buried his face in her cleavage. His moustache tickled and scratched her sensitive flesh.
    He lifted her off her feet easily, something that she couldn't remember ever experiencing before. Soon, she was supine on the bed, and he was pulling her panties off. She should blush, being naked there, but his eyes were so warm on her, so affectionate, she had no embarrassment about her generous curves.
    He joined her on the bed and kissed her again, his hands roaming over her until one came to rest on her mound. "Open for me, sweetheart."
    She did, spreading her legs to give him access to her secrets. He teased her, drawing forth even more moisture, and rubbing her swollen clit until she was writhing. The peak was coming, so close, so very close.
    He stopped. She groaned. Gabby wanted to scream at him, to shake him, to make him touch her again. But he rolled to his back and reached for a foil packet at the side of the bed. He fitted a condom on himself, and gestured to his bobbing cock. "Mount up, li'l girl."
    It wasn't new to her...not completely, anyway. But Ace was new to her, his rhythms and needs were brand new. She straddled his hips and he kneaded her breasts with strong fingers.
    "Go ahead," he said. "Ride me."
    It was so good to have him there between her thighs as she guided him to her