Unexpected Oasis by Cd Hussey Page B

before you lose an ounce of sex appeal. Women…not so much. Much over thirty-five and we become useless, obsolete shells of infertility. And the only time we're allowed to be sexy is if we're cougaring it up and teaching twenty-somethings what to do with their penises."
    He laughs. "I'm not going to deny the media's warped obsession with youth. But…" Grabbing my waist, he pulls me to him. To keep from falling, I'm forced to throw a leg over his thighs and end up straddling him. Wearing a devilish in, he brings me closer. "I don't share that obsession." His lips brush lightly across mine. My entire body ramps up in heat. "In fact, I find age damn sexy. I find you damn sexy."
    "You don't say," I murmur.
    "I do." His hands slide down my backside as his kiss intensifies. When he pulls me into his thick erection, I can't help but roll my hips against it. I'm immediately overcome with tendrils of pleasure. "Fuck," he groans, and pushes into me.
    I suck my lip into my mouth, pressing down my teeth into the sensitive flesh. Lip still between my teeth, I give him a coy smile.
    He looks at my mouth, then my eyes, then back to my mouth. "Fuck this." Tucking his hands under my ass, he flips me onto my back, covering my body with his and my mouth with his.
    The weight of him is like heaven. He's so firm and warm. Everything. His chest, his thick, muscular thighs between mine, his cock, his lips.
    His lips trail lower, down my neck and over my collarbones. He peels the edge of my shirt down with one hand as the other snakes under the fabric and my bra. Cupping one breast, his tongue traces the crest, and after pulling the shirt and bra down even further, my exposed nipple.
    He lingers there for a minute before impatiently ripping off my shirt. I arch up to give him access to my bra, which he expertly removes, his lips and tongue finding mine as he does.     
    His mouth makes its way to my stomach and before I can breathe, he's removing my pants. When he leans back on his heels to pull off his shirt, I sit forward before anything else can transpire, curling my legs and tucking them behind me. I have to see him, touch him, taste him.
    Not that I'm surprised, but his body is magnificent. All male, with muscle in all the right places and the perfect amount of hair covering his chest and trailing into his pants. Just the sight of him makes my core clench tight. I reach forward with a tentative hand and press my palm to his chest. His skin is warm, almost hot, and so, so firm. My other hand runs over his shoulder and then cups his bicep. It's like gripping my thigh only much, much harder. I don't think I could ever get over how goddamn fantastic his body looks and feels. I am more than ready to see the rest of it.
    He watches me as I restrain my desire to devour him and instead slowly run my hand over his pec and down his stomach, tracing the bumps of his six-pack until I reach his belt. Gripping it I lean forward, my tongue retracing my hand's steps, pausing only to caress his nipple and dip into the valleys and ridges between his muscles. My free hand trails down his arm and he squeezes it as it passes over his hand. The gesture is both romantic and sweet, and normally I'd love to savor the moment but right now I can't. I need to get his belt off.
    The belt thong releases easily enough, but his cock is straining so hard against his pants, I have to be careful unzipping the taut fabric. My bottom lip is raw from being pressed between my teeth as the opening zipper reveals his large cock. No underwear. Nothing. Just him in all his magnificent glory.
    His brow is sexily furrowed when I look up at him. With a grin, I slide my hand into his pants and cup his balls, and then slide his entire length into my mouth.
    He lets out a moan that shoots heat straight to my core and I undulate my hips in anticipation. His hand rests gently on the back of my head as I run his cock in and out of my mouth. He has enough length I'm able to use both hands