“On the bed,” he said huskily.
Carolyn playfully bounced on the mattress, throwing back her shoulders so her boobs didn’t sag as much. Her middle was thicker too, as were her hips, butt and thighs, but the fierce and hungry look in her husband’s eyes was pure lust and that was all she needed.
He crawled on top of her, taking her mouth in a possessive kiss. Then his lips trailed a wet path down her neck.
And speaking of wet…he had her so hot and bothered they’d be able to forego the lube this time.
“Never get tired of hearin’ you beg for it, sugar.”
She bit his shoulder.
He laughed. “Mmm. You know I like biting too.”
She ran her hands down his back and dug her fingers into his firm butt cheeks. “Come on. Pin me down and pound into me.”
“Huh-uh, no boring missionary for us.” He planted sucking kisses across the tops of her br**sts. “I’m gonna f**k you from behind. Hard. And while I’m ramming into this sweet little cunt that’s been mine for thirty-three years, I’ll be pulling your hair so I can suck on your neck until you’re buckin’ beneath me and cryin’ out my name.”
The man eyed her butt shamelessly as she got into position.
She groaned when her body was caged beneath his—all hot, hard excited male. And the wild man did sink his teeth into the nape of her neck as he plowed inside her.
“Jesus, you’re wet.”
She angled her head and bit his biceps. “Language.”
“Shit! Sorry. But damn. It feels good.” He nuzzled her ear. “It always feels good but I love it when you’re dripping for me, sugar.”
Carson whispered raunchy things he wanted to do to her as he made her come undone twice, before he took his own pleasure.
It was glorious. The best celebration of new life and old love that she could’ve ever imagined.
As they were twined together on top of the sheets, she sighed.
“I’m feelin’ it too.”
Carolyn propped herself on his chest. “I want this with you again.”
He raised an eyebrow. “I’m a grandpa now. I need a little time to recover.”
She laughed. “Not now. I mean I want us to get back to this animal-type lust being part of who we are. That need brought us together. It’s sustained us over some rough years. But it hasn’t been a priority, at least not as much as it was. I realize me showing menopausal symptoms has a lot to do with it. It’s been easier to focus on other things. I want to focus on us.”
The kiss he bestowed on her brought tears to her eyes. The bone-deep sweetness in this man still got to her.
“I want that, Caro, more than anything. But you don’t get to shoulder the blame. We’ve had major changes in the past six years. Cam joining the army, Cord leavin’, Colby rodeoin’ professionally, Carter goin’ to college, the stuff that goes with runnin’ a ranch this size that can occupy every wakin’ minute of my day. That’s not to say I didn’t enjoy our time together, but I always enjoy nekkid time a helluva lot more.” He kissed her forehead. “So let’s plan on havin’ more of it, okay?”
“Okay. Part of the reason I brought it up is I got invited to one of those ‘private pleasures’ parties this month.”
He frowned. “What’s that? Male strippers or something?”
“No. This party is about marital aids otherwise known as sex toys.”
“No shit? Them kinda parties are popular in Wyoming?”
Carolyn rolled her eyes.
“So what kinda sex toys can you buy?”
“Dildos and vibrators and the like. Probably flavored body oils. Role-playing costumes. Naughty lingerie.”
“How about some of that bondage stuff?”
“You’re interested in bondage stuff?”
He shrugged. “Don’t know unless we try. And you’ve liked it when I broke out the ropes.”
“True. But I don’t think I’m the whips and paddles type.”
“You go ahead and buy whatever kinky stuff you want. Or you think I might want. Then we’ll try it out.”
“Even a strap on?”
His eyes narrowed. “Never. But I’m feelin’ a little backdoor lovin’ comin’ your way with this new kinky streak.”
She elbowed him.
“What? We’ve done it before.”
“Once before, we were both drunk and it wasn’t all that fun, if I recall, which is why we haven’t done it again.”
“That was what? Ten years ago? Maybe it’s time to give it another shot.”
“This time we’ll both be sober. And we’ve got plenty of lube.”
She looked up at him. “If you wanted to poke me in the rear, why didn’t you say something?”
“I dunno. Wasn’t like our sex life was lacking. It took twenty-three years for you to want to try it at all so I didn’t push it.” He grinned. “I’m just glad it ain’t gonna be twenty-three years before you wanna try it again. Maybe you oughta buy one of them gag things too so you can’t argue with me.”
“And with that, I’m calling it a night.” Carolyn disentangled from his arms and went to the dresser for a nightie. As she was about to pull it over her head, she noticed Carson had a strange look on his face. “What?”