He wasn't poetic, her George, but he could still take her breath away. She thought maybe he was embellishing just a little, but Merlin it was lovely to hear. To feel. He pulled her close and she pressed tight against him, loving the feel of him through this younger, firmer skin.
"Oh, George." She didn't have enough words, so she slipped her hand down over his back to cup his backside, pulling him even closer to her and feeling his cock nestled between her thighs.
"I want..." she breathed. She didn't know what she wanted. She wanted to fall down into the sheets with him and arch her back into the pillows as his fingers curled up inside her. She wanted to wrap her legs around him and pull him into her with the sheer power of young thighs. She wanted him to push her bare back against the window and lick her while the sun warmed her back and anyone who cared to look might see and wonder who that woman was. She wanted him to push her up against the wall and sink his teeth into her shoulder as he took her from behind. This body wanted everything.
"Want you," she managed.
But first, she wanted to get out of this underwear. His hands were wandering, curled around her, but she pulled back enough to reach behind herself and unclip her bra, slipping the straps down over her shoulders and dropping the garment to the floor. Knickers next, down over her hips and kicked away, and now all traces of her age were gone.
"What do you want me to do with this flexible body?" she asked. It was too complicated to narrow down what she wanted. Maybe he would have a more workable idea.