Free Write to Me by Nona Raines Page B

was wet with need.
    When he pulled back, she sucked in a mouthful of air. A grin of satisfaction curled his lips, and an arrogant glint lit his eyes. He was so sure of himself. Sure he had her right where he wanted.
    Well, two could play that game. She stroked the hard bulge distending the front of his jeans and felt a wicked thrill when his breath caught. His eyes narrowed to slits as he covered his hand with her own, urging her on, showing her how he liked it.
    “You have on too many clothes,” he muttered.
    “Help me take them off,” she answered, hooking two fingers in the front of his jeans. The backs of her knuckles brushed the warm taut skin of his belly. She popped the snap while he unhooked the back of her bra. He drew it down her arms, then sat back to gaze.
    A flicker of apprehension flashed through her. She was in her forties and didn’t have the body she once had. She’d had a child. Bryan was used to being with much younger women. Women who had no silvery stretch marks from childbirth, whose breasts were perkier than her own.
    For an instant, she wanted to snatch back the bra and cover herself.
    Then Bryan sighed. “Beautiful.”
    Elation filled her. She moaned in delight as he cradled her breasts to kiss and caress them. Her nipples hardened and tingled. Liquid desire pooled between her thighs.
    She needed more. “Up,” she demanded, suddenly greedy and impatient.
    His tongue swirled around her nipple. “Hmm?”
    “Up, up!” She pushed at his shoulders, urging him to stand. As soon as he did, she unzipped his pants. Carefully, she worked his clothing past his erection. When he sprang free, she impatiently shoved his pants and briefs down his thighs. It was her turn to sigh when she finally viewed his cock in all its glory.
    “Ahh…” She curled her hand around its velvety hardness and bestowed a kiss upon its crown.
    Now he was just as eager to go as she. He quickly shucked his clothing while she struggled with the side zipper of her skirt.
    “It’s caught,” she murmured.
    “Let me try.” He brushed her hands aside, then cursed. “Hell. It really is.”
    They both fumbled with the fastening. Bryan groaned. “Shit. Cock blocked by a stuck zipper.”
    The silliness of the situation had Gloria dissolving into giggles.
    “Hold on, I’ll get it.” He gritted his teeth and jerked the slider hard.
    “No, don’t rip it! It’s my good skirt.”
    He took a different tack, tugging at the hem to wiggle it down her hips. With each tug, he hauled Gloria toward the edge of the bed. She squealed and grabbed the coverlet as though it could save her from falling.
    “Wait!” she cried.
    He went stone still, perspiring and red-faced with frustration. She worked at the fastening once more, then sighed. “Got it.”
    His shoulders sagged in relief as she wriggled out of the skirt. Then came the panties. She kicked them both aside and held out her arms to him.
    In a blink, he was beside her. Kissing him hungrily, Gloria couldn’t wait any longer. Lust spiraled in her belly, shooting arrows of need through her body. She spoke against his lips. “Now.”
    He held her with one arm while reaching with the other for the bedside drawer. He jerked it open, grabbed a square packet, and tore it open. Together, they smoothed the condom down his shaft. She lay back as he knelt between her thighs.
    His eyebrows rose. “Yes?”
    She grabbed his hips. “Yes.”
    She gasped as he plunged into her. He was big, and she was so slick and needy. Her head fell back as she closed her eyes. Oh, it felt so good.
    He groaned as he withdrew and plunged again. She dug her fingers into his skin, urging him on. “Yes!” Yesyesyesyesyes…
    Fire raced through her. When she opened her eyes, Bryan was staring down at her intently. Their gazes connected and locked as they moved against each other, slippery with sweat, focused on their shared goal. Gloria was convinced, in that moment, that their souls were connected, too. They