Jack Abbot loves you and fucks you like the older man he is.
Jack doesnāt play games. Which means he also will not tolerate you playing games with him. Heās generous. With affection, with money, with time. And he expects you to be open with him, to accept that as a way he shows his love.
He doesnāt like games in his relationship, including when it comes to sex. Sex is a way to express your love for eachother, itās intimate time spent taking care of eachother. And yeah. It feels fucking great. So withholding out of spite isnāt going to end well with him. Itās one thing if youāre genuinely upset with eachother and not interested in that. When thatās the case you have way bigger fish to fry then sex- just a symptom of a bigger problem, youāve got real problems to sort. But freezing him out to prove a point? Thatās a great way to end the relationship. Talk about it like an adult or call it quits. Dont hold it over his head like a child.
Heās not pushy with sex. Heās not in a rush to get there when you start dating. 3 date rule 5 date rule whatever hookup culture new bullshit youāve heard of isnāt even on his radar. He likes you. Youāre going out. Itāll happen when it happens. And if thereās a reason itās not happening after some time, youāll talk about it.
And he charms you into bed. He isnāt pushy, or god forbid entitled. But if you want a beautiful woman to come home with you, you have to prove yourself as worthy of it, plain and simple. Nice diner, good wine, maybe even a show or a movie or some outing where his hand stays firmly on your back, his lips respectful when they kiss your hand or cheek. Sweet desert and playful smiles, and an offer to come back to his place thatās far from aggressive. Who could say no to that boyish smile and those warm hands?
Oh. And youāre not touching a bill. He might even get offended when you try. āSweetheart, Iām a doctor.ā āWho hurt you?ā āAre you out of your mind give me that. What kind of man- I took you out. Itās on me. Itās always going to be on me, got it?ā. No little boy 50/50 bullshit. No whining about you being āhigh maintenanceā or asking what you bring to the table. Baby, you are the table.
His preferences and desires arenāt shaped by porn. Theyāre just what he likes. Plain and simple. Doesnāt need anyone elseās validation. You do what you both like, period.
Jack is a charming guy. Heās funny, heās sweet, heās playful and teasing and boyish in the right ways. But that all changes in the bedroom. Intimacy is serious to him. Itās quiet and attentive and deep. Itās romantic and considerate.
Heās been fucking since before you were born. Something he chuckled and whispered in your ear once, as he felt you squeeze his fingers like a vice. āOh, you like that, donāt you?ā.
He teases. God he teases. He runs his mouth. But heās not mean. He talks you through it. He can run his mouth till the cows come home. He can also be quiet and intimate if thatās what you need. And he takes good care of you no matter what.
He doesnāt give a flying fuck about hair, appreciates it even. (for fucks sake, this younger generations need to open themselves up to infection, abscessā and the plain discomfort of razor bumps because porn has rotted young menās brains grosses him out) youāre a grown ass woman, heās a grown ass man. No shit you have hair. Back in his day that kind of thing was sexy, thank you.
He strives to make you feel good, and make sure you know no one is making you feel as good as he can.
Big proponent of putting a pillow under your hips. He wants it to feel as good as possible for you. He wants your toes curling and your brain empty. He wants your nails on his back, your eyes rolling back in your head.
Heās not above a little begging. A little patheticness for you. It always makes you laugh so pretty, yeah, heāll indulge you. You know whoās the man of the house here, why not?
And heād never say a fucking word about what happens in your bedroom outside of it. No if and or buts there.
Safety first safety second safety third with this guy. Comdoms are second nature to him. Heās not playing around, not unless thereās a very serious conversation very far down the road.
Heās good at buying flowers, and he does it regularly. Date night. Period. Bad day. Just because. The old ones start to die, thereās new ones. Period. Theyāre thoughtful too. He pays attention, he knows what you like.
Speaking of periods. Heās unfazed. Hot water bottle, Motrin, chocolate chips in his cabinet for you. Cuddles, sweet words, heās got all the stops. Heās unfazed, heās a doctor. Itās natural and a sign of a healthy body, heās just sorry it hurts so bad. Hand on your belly rubbing circles, not even noticing the bloating, wishing he could make you feel better. And if you want him to help you with your cramps in another way? Baby. Heās a doctor. Heās been covered in blood many times. God knows he doesnāt care if itās you.
He takes care of things. If he says heāll get done, it gets done. Promptly. He fixes things, he orders things, he calls a guy, he makes it happen. You say the word, baby, heāll handle it donāt worry about it. Heās so good with his hands in all ways.
Sometimes he hears some of the med students and residents and nurses discuss their, in his opinion self inflicted dating woes. And when it gets to painful to keep listening to the boys, he clicks his phone to his Lock Screen. āThatās my lady. Beautiful isnāt she? You want a woman like that, youāre gonna have to get your shit together because that bullshit is why us old guys are stealing all your girls.ā
