“Why not? Come on.” He stood and pulled her up with him. “What good is having some retirement time if we don’t use it?”
She smiled as she followed him along the corridor to their bedroom. Streaks of silver burnished his sideburns now and she’d found another gray hair of her own this morning. Their laugh lines had deepened, but she was as strongly attracted to him as she had been the first morning she’d seen him in the barn so long ago. And he was just as virile and insatiable as he’d always been.
He closed the door behind them and bolted it. She giggled and put her arms around his neck.
“Show me what an old man can do,” she said.
“Mmmm. Let’s start with this.” She pressed her lips against his, opening.
He responded with a tease, allowing her a taste of his tongue and then withdrawing, only to apply pressure, gently at first, letting it build to a passion that left both of them panting and devouring each other’s mouths hungrily.
His hands caressed her breasts and back and buttocks, and as he turned to lay her down, she realized she no longer was wearing a stitch of clothes.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Cynthia Breeding has loved horses all her life. She currently lives on the bay in Corpus Christi, Texas with her absolutely-not-spoiled bichon and likes riding on the beach.