Chapter 1 - Novel in Progress

Liz

  My heart beats so fast I am afraid my body will start shaking.

            The man I met three hours ago is kissing my neck, my breasts, lightly biting my nipples, and I am responding. My hands run through his black hair, against the stubble on his face, and after a while he lowers himself. I close my eyes, slightly gasp as his tongue finds itself inside me. I moan quietly. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of how easily he is pleasing me already. I want him to work for it. Go all out. Make me crazy.

            I want the lust again. The exciting feeling of doing something considered risque, naughty, somewhat forbidden. Like when I was sixteen. It’s been a long time since I felt sexy. Powerful. In control.

            But even though I am fifty, I can feel that familiar feeling right now, and the sudden realization of just how badly I have longed for it makes my entire body feel electric.

            Here I am. With a man twenty-five years younger than me, with a body of an athlete. On his knees. Me his entire focus.

            I grab his head and grind against his face.

            The surreal reality of the situation overpowers me.

            The candlelit hotel room.

            The first man I have been intimate with other than my husband since we married twenty-five years ago.

            He stops for a second, looks up at me, and says, “I want you so bad.”

            He stands, gently grabs my shoulders, begins kissing me on the lips, and lowers me back onto the bed.

            I pull him toward me, remove his boxers and take him in my hand, slowly bringing him close to my mouth.

            I tease him, mercilessly, until he is practically begging me to consume him. After a while I do. Right after looking into the eyes of my husband sitting in the chair across the room.

            His look is indescribable.

            I feel it then.

            This jolt.

            This awakening.