build on the beach?” she’d asked, caressing his chest.
He was thoughtful for a moment. “Hmm, a bed-and-breakfast.”
She propped herself up on her elbow. “Really?”
“Yep. But not your ordinary B and B, but something that is truly classy and still has that homey feel to it. I think it would be great.” He turned on his side. “And we could run it together. We’d have the best facilities, secluded, a great chef, a picture-perfect landscape. Someplace we could call a second home.”
Desiree turned on her back and looked up at the ceiling, envisioning his dream in her mind. “Yeah,” she said slowly. “I think it could really work.”
“It’s definitely an idea. I know I don’t want to live in the city forever,” he added. “The city is a tough town for old folks.”
Desiree playfully popped him on the arm. “We have a long way to go before we’re old folks,” she said with laughter in her voice.
“In some societies you’d be considered an old maid.”
She sprang up and leaned over him, looking down into his eyes. “Oh, really?” she said with a hint of challenge in her voice. “Can an old maid do this?”
She ran her tongue provocatively across his lips while her slender fingers taunted the fine hairs on his chest, then down to the tautness of his belly.
Her lips trailed down to his neck and she took tiny nibbles that caused him to moan softly. She explored the expanse of his chest, flicking one nipple with her tongue and then the next.
Lincoln groaned low in his throat when her butter-soft fingers began to stroke his sex until it rose and hardened in her grasp.
“You’re a very naughty old lady,” he murmured, pulling her atop him to straddle his body.
She drew up her knees and rose to position herself above his throbbing penis. She gazed down into his eyes.
“Do old ladies feel anything like this?”
She took him inside her by slow, infinitesimal degrees that seemed to go on for an eternity, and he swore he’d explode with longing if he couldn’t feel all of her—now. Her sexy torture continued until he could no longer stand it. He grasped her hips and pulled her completely down until the hot, wet walls totally encased him.
Desiree let out a gasp that was a mixture of ecstasy and primal lust.
“Yesss,” she hissed through her teeth, tossing her head back and rotating her hips in total abandon.
The soft music from the stereo that played in the background seemed to rise in concert with the tempo that the lovers built.
They whispered sweet, naughty, erotic, challenging words in each other’s ears. It was wild. It was wicked. It was how they always were with each other, giving all that they had to give to each other until they lay spent, breathless and totally satisfied.
“Not bad for two old coots,” Desiree whispered against Lincoln’s still-racing heart.
“This is only the beginning, babe.” He gently brushed her damp hair away from her face. “We have a whole lifetime to love each other.”
* * *
A whole lifetime…
“I was wondering how long you were going to sit there with the engine running.”
Lincoln jerked in his seat and blinked back the images, realizing that he’d come to a stop in front of Desiree’s cabin.
Desi always had a youthful appearance, but with the softness of the waning light and the revealing outfit of a white tank top, matching shorts and sneakers, she could easily pass for a twenty-year-old. She sported a navy blue baseball cap with the beak pulled down low over her eyes.
“I was just driving around checking on things,” he lied smoothly.
“Really?” she asked with a raised left brow. She could always tell when Lincoln was lying. He tugged on his bottom lip just like he was doing now. She folded her arms, deciding not to pursue it. “Beautiful night.”
“Yeah, it is. Wanna go for a drive along the beach?” The words were out before he could catch them and he regretted them the moment he did, certain that his offer would
He was thoughtful for a moment. “Hmm, a bed-and-breakfast.”
She propped herself up on her elbow. “Really?”
“Yep. But not your ordinary B and B, but something that is truly classy and still has that homey feel to it. I think it would be great.” He turned on his side. “And we could run it together. We’d have the best facilities, secluded, a great chef, a picture-perfect landscape. Someplace we could call a second home.”
Desiree turned on her back and looked up at the ceiling, envisioning his dream in her mind. “Yeah,” she said slowly. “I think it could really work.”
“It’s definitely an idea. I know I don’t want to live in the city forever,” he added. “The city is a tough town for old folks.”
Desiree playfully popped him on the arm. “We have a long way to go before we’re old folks,” she said with laughter in her voice.
“In some societies you’d be considered an old maid.”
She sprang up and leaned over him, looking down into his eyes. “Oh, really?” she said with a hint of challenge in her voice. “Can an old maid do this?”
She ran her tongue provocatively across his lips while her slender fingers taunted the fine hairs on his chest, then down to the tautness of his belly.
Her lips trailed down to his neck and she took tiny nibbles that caused him to moan softly. She explored the expanse of his chest, flicking one nipple with her tongue and then the next.
Lincoln groaned low in his throat when her butter-soft fingers began to stroke his sex until it rose and hardened in her grasp.
“You’re a very naughty old lady,” he murmured, pulling her atop him to straddle his body.
She drew up her knees and rose to position herself above his throbbing penis. She gazed down into his eyes.
“Do old ladies feel anything like this?”
She took him inside her by slow, infinitesimal degrees that seemed to go on for an eternity, and he swore he’d explode with longing if he couldn’t feel all of her—now. Her sexy torture continued until he could no longer stand it. He grasped her hips and pulled her completely down until the hot, wet walls totally encased him.
Desiree let out a gasp that was a mixture of ecstasy and primal lust.
“Yesss,” she hissed through her teeth, tossing her head back and rotating her hips in total abandon.
The soft music from the stereo that played in the background seemed to rise in concert with the tempo that the lovers built.
They whispered sweet, naughty, erotic, challenging words in each other’s ears. It was wild. It was wicked. It was how they always were with each other, giving all that they had to give to each other until they lay spent, breathless and totally satisfied.
“Not bad for two old coots,” Desiree whispered against Lincoln’s still-racing heart.
“This is only the beginning, babe.” He gently brushed her damp hair away from her face. “We have a whole lifetime to love each other.”
* * *
A whole lifetime…
“I was wondering how long you were going to sit there with the engine running.”
Lincoln jerked in his seat and blinked back the images, realizing that he’d come to a stop in front of Desiree’s cabin.
Desi always had a youthful appearance, but with the softness of the waning light and the revealing outfit of a white tank top, matching shorts and sneakers, she could easily pass for a twenty-year-old. She sported a navy blue baseball cap with the beak pulled down low over her eyes.
“I was just driving around checking on things,” he lied smoothly.
“Really?” she asked with a raised left brow. She could always tell when Lincoln was lying. He tugged on his bottom lip just like he was doing now. She folded her arms, deciding not to pursue it. “Beautiful night.”
“Yeah, it is. Wanna go for a drive along the beach?” The words were out before he could catch them and he regretted them the moment he did, certain that his offer would
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