John grunted, "You're doing that," at the feel of her as he thrust his shirt off his shoulders and tossed it aside, his undershirt quickly following. He didn't worry too much if she though his chest was ugly because he knew it wasn't. She might think of him as being old but his body was that of a man somewhere in his 30s and he did work out most days too. She was so cute in her wonder at the newness of this. Hadn't he told her she'd pick this up?
"I want you to touch me," he said, flicking his belt and the fly button open, and gestured an invitation for her to continue on and open his trousers. No more "if you wants" now. This was going to happen.