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You notice that ever since he left for that conference he has started to wear short sleeves often, or if he was wearing something long-sleeved, he’ll roll it up to his forearms.

Is this his way to get your affection? Yes, yes it is.

Jack can’t find the words to verbally express his need for your touch without sounding like a perverted old man. He doesn’t want you to read his intentions wrong.

So he hopes you’ll catch the signal he’s giving. His male peacock behavior or so to speak…

You’re sitting on the couch beside him watching a random movie that was recommended to you when all of a sudden he just dumps his forearm on your lap.

You look at him for a second dumbfounded at the sudden weight on your lap, he stares back at you with those hazel eyes while wiggling his forearm against your thighs.

It looks like a fish flopping when it’s out of the water, you can’t help but laugh at his silly antics “Do you want me to rub your forearm?”

“Finally took you long enough, I was doing my mating dance all week,” he chuckles, it was cut short however when you finally place those nimble fingers on his forearm.

“Oh, I noticed,” you coo as your index finger traces the veins that wrap around his forearm.

In certain angles it is prominent enough for you to feel the indents, you love to rub and press on the squishy lines and he loves the feeling of it, the attention you’re giving to every line.

The delicate taps on each indent, god he loves it when you do that. He keeps his eyes trained on your face, staring at those soft lips curving upwards into a smile.

God, he wants to kiss you senseless.

“You were wearing short-sleeved shirts in this cold weather, you were practically throwing your arms to me,” you tease, he pouts, rubbing his soft curls against your cheek.

“So why didn’t you do anything?” he scoffs, it hurts his ego that his girl is not impressed by his physique.

He knew he had attractive arms. He often gets compliments for his biceps and forearms. Of course, you complimented him several times, but it is never enough.

He needs the daily reassurance y’know.

And not by some patients he treats, or a lady that walks past him. It has to be by his woman.

The whole time you weren’t squeezing his arm or at least touching them drove him nuts, why did you out of all people act like you’re not tempted by them?

“I mean I didn’t know you actually wanted me to touch, I thought you were just flexing those muscles,” you lie.

Of course, you know Jack and his need for compliments, it’s cute to see this older man huff and puff when you act disinterested.

“For you to touch them, obviously,” he glares at you.

“And compliment them, I mean c’mon,” he flex so you can see his veins bulging, girls like that right?

At this point, he might have to come clean about focusing on his biceps and forearms when he works out so you can have a lot of space to play with…

“Here’s the attention you so desperately seek, Jack,” you hold his wrist, your struggle to circle it entirely with your hand as you rub circles across the freckled surface.

You cinch your other hand around his upper forearm, squeezing it gently. You can see him light up like a kid on Christmas, cute.

He’s smug now that he has your attention. The woman of his dreams, the love of his life, “Thank you very much, I’d like a kiss too if possible,” he asks.

“Wow you’re demanding,” you smile, your thumb now massaging his palm.

“Damn straight, c’mon give your poor old man a kiss,” he leans in closer, his forehead now touching yours.

He feels at home now, here with you.

He leans closer lips almost touching yours, “You know what they say the older they get the needier they’ll become,” he mutters.

But you want to play the game longer, so you lift his hand and kiss his palm with your eyes held onto his.

“That’s cute, but you know where to kiss, honey,” he huffs, his knuckles caressing your cheek. The kisses don’t seem to stop, small pecks here and there alternating between each fingertip.

“Oh, you didn’t specify the exact location,” your smart mouth, oh he loves it so much. You love to tease and he loves to be teased, match made in heaven, no?

“C’mhere you little rascal,” he cups your cheek with one hand before finally taking what he desperately needed from you, a kiss.

And of course, your hands are all over him. He chuckles when he feels your hand curved against his throat, where it belongs. Then he smiles when his lips meet yours, his thumb caressing your jaw as he deepens the kiss.

Finally, he has satiated his craving.

“Jack don’t tease, just take the panties off…” you huff, you’re impatient of course, but also you really can’t handle any more of your panties discarded due to their upgraded form; crotchless.

“But I like eating you like this first, it’s like unwrapping a sweet treat,” he forces his head down against your strength to yank him back up, you let him be (you don’t want to yank those precious curls off his scalp)

“Jack you lick and bite a hole through almost all of my panties,” you protest, well your mouth did. Your pussy? Not so much…

Poor thing is begging for attention, your panties already damp from your juices and lips soft lips.

Jack being the attentive lover he is seeks to fix that of course, “So? I buy you new ones don’t I?” he mutters as he sucks your labia through the flimsy cotton wrapping it.

“Cuter ones,” he continues, this time he gently nibbles on that swollen clit. Carefully biting your panties, making sure he doesn’t hit that bundle of nerves he managed to make a small hole for that cute clit of yours.

“Jack! what’s the point of buying new ones if I can’t even keep them,” for him to keep buying them of course.

“I like to think your panties drawer updates every season,” he chuckles, as he suck the clit now. Soft little suctions, then a little nibble.

“Jack…” you moan his name as you arch your back, he knows you love a little bit of pain in the middle of his tender loving.

“Honey, c’mon let a man have his vice. Let me have this please?” he pleads, like he hasn’t already ruined your current panties.

“Fine,” you can’t say no to those hazel eyes.

“I’m gonna take care of this pretty cunny, honey. Mhm make her cry tons f’me,” he smiles against your 15% ruined panties.

Then the fun starts…

Now that only your clit is free he nudged the tip of his nose against the bud, licked a long stripe against your slit, tasting that intoxicating flavor he moans, cock aching against the mattress.

The scent accompanied by your moans of frustration (and pleasure) never fails to make him cream his pants. He does that a couple of times until the fabric is frayed beyond repair.

Then his favourite part is to use his tongue to lick your clit before biting the previous hole in your panties bigger until he can rip it open, now you’re left with abbot-made crotchless panties ♥︎

“Prettiest sight baby, c’mon look at that…” he chuckles as he marvel at his masterpiece. Your dripping cunny framed perfectly by your ruined panties.

“Fuck she’s cryin’ it’s okay sweetheart, m’done playing with my food,” Jack whispers against your sloppy cunny.

He kisses her softly while his thumb draws circles on your thigh, parting your labia then finally he can slid his tongue in deeper this time.

His eyes never left yours as he hold your hand, he always wants your attention, your eyes on him, especially during this.

You always taste good for him, but he can’t pint point why after he does his little ritual you taste even better. He laps everything you have to offer, lolling his tongue in and out of your gummy walls.

When he’s out of breath he latches on to your clit, drawing circles with the tip of his tongue as his finger enters your needy cunt.

At this point you can comfortably take two of his thick fingers, the same finger he use for complex procedures are now used to bring you to climax, “C’mon pretty girl cum for me,”

“I know my girl wants to cum real bad,” Jack leans in to kiss your lips, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

“Yeah, she does huh?” he mutters against your lips as you moan his name, kissing the corner of your lips before heading back down.

“Yeah, she wants to cum all over her old man’s face. Mhmn she likes to mark her territory…” his digits find that gummy spot you love so much and rub against it.

“Jack g-gonna cumm Jackie…” tears paint your cheek, you look so pretty. His pretty girl, oh he wants to cover that pretty face with his cum, perhaps later…

“Mhm I know baby I know…” he nods as he kisses her clit, the thrust of his fingers grows faster and faster until your back arches, at that point he’s programmed to pull his fingers out and replace them with his eager tongue.

God, the wrapper was sweet, the candy was pure glucose. He drinks it all up, his arms curled around your thighs keeping your jerking body in place as he drags your climax longer.

He can’t help the licking and sucking, wanting to wring you dry off any of your delicious juices. His cock aches, but his heart is full.

Seeing you lying there satisfied, but definitely annoyed by your tattered panties. It gives him a sense of pride honestly, he loves to lovingly annoy and take care of you.

“Fuck that’s it, baby, making me proud all the time,” he smiles as he finally pulls away, not before pressing a long kiss against your sensitive folds “Thanks for the meal, little lady,”