Sizzling Sunday: Gray Christmas -- #SeniorSex #Rockstar #99cents

Greetings! It’s Sunday again—Sizzling Sunday, which means it’s time for me to serve up a super hot excerpt for your enjoyment.

My snippet today comes from my holiday romance Gray Christmas. This 8K word story only ninety nine cents at Smashwords and Amazon. I guarantee it will put you in a festive mood!

You’re never too old for some holiday naughtiness

Widowed author Emma Granger has reconciled herself to spending Christmas Eve in snowy Boston, with a nice bottle of Pinot Grigio and her cat Vronsky. Her daughters have their own lives on the West Coast. Emma knows she can’t expect them to visit every holiday.

A loud crash from the apartment above her overturns her plans for a quiet evening at home. When she investigates, she meets Nick North, an energetic iconoclast with a gray ponytail, a silver earring and bright blue eyes that kindle feelings she’d thought were gone forever. Nick is her own age, maybe older, but his lean body and impish grin affect her as if she were a horny teenager.

Although Emma makes her living writing spicy romance, sex with a stranger seems ludicrous when you’re an arthritic grandmother in your sixties. Still, the attraction she feels for her charismatic upstairs neighbor appears to be reciprocated. A Christmas fling might be just what Emma needs to brighten her holiday.

Sizzling Snippet

Despite how horny I was, I was still too shy to tell him what I wanted. In the old days, I’d been brave, even brazen, but it had been so very long since I’d been with a man. I still couldn’t quite believe Nick wanted me. I’d never been beautiful, but back in my sex goddess days, I knew I was sexually attractive. I knew how to use my assets, my curves and my hollows, to please my partner and myself. Now, though? That was ancient history. All that formerly taut, responsive flesh sagged and bulged. How could he look at me without disgust?

“You have such beautiful breasts,” he murmured, almost as if he’d read my mind. Bending at the waist, he took one nipple in his mouth. I moaned at the sudden bliss, humping his butt, writhing as he bit lightly into the engorged nub.

“And so sensitive, too…” He swiped his tongue across the other nip, then swallowed it and sucked hard.

“Oh…oh, Nick! Oh, God! I can’t stand it.”

He looked up, into my eyes. I lost myself in the blue.

“You want me to stop, Emma?”

“No, no—oh, I’m so embarrassed, but I want…” I couldn’t bring myself to go on.

He brushed his lips across mine. “Yes? What do you want, sweet lady?”

A hot blush spread across my cheeks, and my chest too. Inside my panties, I was melting.

“I—you know, Nick. I want you to fuck me. Please, Nick.”

His grin grew broader. “Of course. But not quite yet.”

Hooking his fingers under the elasticized waistband, he inched backward, pulling my pants and underwear down until my grizzled pubes were half exposed. “Lift up. Yes, that’s right.” The baggy sweatpants followed the sweater into oblivion.

The tidal scent of female arousal rose from my bared pussy. Nick filled his lungs. “Oh, sweet Jesus, you’re gorgeous!” He rolled to the side, off my body, then eased my thighs apart and positioned himself between them. “I’ve wanted to do this since the minute I saw you.”