Trope: older woman, younger man
Subgenre: interracial romance
Heat level: sensual
Sadie Jackson’s trip takes an interesting turn the night before she leaves Chicago. A chance encounter with a handsome stranger awakens her desires and just might change the entire course of her life.
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Sadie’s heart tripped over itself when the door closed behind them and she was ensconced in the dark hotel room with Mark—a sexy stranger she no longer considered a stranger.
She’s never done anything like this before in her life. Inviting a man up to her room after meeting him in a bar and knowing him for less than two hours, was completely unheard of. But Sadie realized this was exactly what had been missing from her life. Spontaneity. A sense of excitement. Something that made her want to breathe again. Because the truth was, for the past five years, she been going through the motions. Stopped breathing. Stopped living.
For so long she’d been worried that maybe she wasn’t ready to start dating again. Worried she didn’t even understand the rules of dating. Yet here she was, standing in her hotel suite, body humming with desire, and a virile, younger man, looking at her as if he would tear her ass up in that bed. This was exactly what she wanted, needed. To be tossed around, to be made to feel beautiful, even if only for one night.
They removed their clothes and fell onto the bed, limbs entangled around each other in sudden urgency. His mouth plied her with a sensuous kiss as he cupped the back of her head, fingers curled into a gentle cradle against her thick hair. His skin was amazingly soft over the hard muscle. She grated her nails along the curve of his tight bottom and smoothed her palms over the hard deltoids of his back.
His mouth moved with delicious intensity over her skin, and she arched her neck into the kiss of his lips, letting out a soft moan when his hands filled with her aching breasts. Sadie twisted and turned, nipples hard, skin on fire.
Mark rolled over so that she lay on top of him, and she kissed his hairy cheek and nipped at his neck. She loved how a man smelled and missed how they tasted. Mark smelled indescribably good—a mixture of cologne and the natural scent of a man, and the taste on the tip of her tongue was salty yet sweet. The differences in textures aroused her even further, and she smoothed her hand down over his hair-sprinkled chest and over his abdomen to the tuft of hair surrounding his enlarged shaft. He gasped when she grasped him and groaned, rolling her suddenly onto her back.
His mouth and tongue moved roughly against hers. Devouring. Consuming. He traced a moist circle around a nipple before sucking it into his mouth and squeezing the other with his fingers.
“Yes,” Sadie purred, arching into him. Her hands climbed into his soft hair and cupped the back of his head to keep him in place. She could scarcely breathe. Her entire body ached so much she became one tightened mass of hunger in his arms.
The urgency in his hands increased as he grabbed her bottom and squeezed, tugging her hard against his stiffened length. Their grinding hips created a friction that made her tremble to her core, eyes shut tight as she buried her face in his neck and moaned his name like an incantation.
She watched with relief as Mark slipped on a condom. When he entered her body, the swift movement made her gasp and sink her nails into his shoulders.
“You feel incredible, Olivia,” he gasped.
Regret, for a moment, that she hadn’t heard him say her real name when the softly spoken words fell from his lips.
“So do you,” Sadie whispered, her voice trembling.
She shoved her fingers into his short, silky hair, gripping his head, and undulating her hips as a frenzy of sensation buffeted her body from head to toe. His kisses didn’t stop just because he was inside her. His rough beard feathered over her skin as he drizzled affection on her lips, her eyes, her mouth, her jaw, her throat—everywhere. Even her shoulders. Increasing the impression of absolute possession. She drowned in his touch. She drowned in him.
Like riding a bicycle, her body remembered everything she needed to do. She bound his waist with her legs and held him close. She bit his ear and licked his neck. She let her hands coast down over his shoulder blades to the middle of his back, over the firm, muscular flesh like someone reading braille.
She closed her eyes and memorized every contour as she rode out the powerful strokes delivered by his thrusting hips. His hard length plowed into her, sliding through her wetness. Without ceasing, their bodies moved continuously against each other, their movements becoming frenzied as her groans shifted into high-pitched whimpers.
When at last the orgasm came, it rippled with unexpected force through her hips and exploded in a cacophony of sensation that dragged a hoarse cry from the depths of her throat.
Perhaps it was the sound of her own release, or perhaps he was already very close, but Mark immediately let out a low growl, a guttural sound that filled her ears. His body tightened above hers as he let loose, gasping like a man whose breath had been snatched from his lungs.
Afterward, as they lay together, her body touching his from chest to toes, he kissed her closed lids.
Brushing back the hair from her face, he whispered, “Wow.”
Overwhelmed but satisfied, Sadie snuggled closer. She smiled. “Yeah. Wow.”
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