Sensual Mature Woman

“How does it taste?”
“Incredible,” she murmured, her skin tingling. It made her bold, reckless. Without a word, he shifted her off his lap and onto the couch, standing swiftly as if he couldn’t bear to wait a second longer. Max stood there, taller, broader, his presence filling the space like a storm rolling in. “Max,” she breathed, her voice trembling as she buried her face in his shoulder. He didn’t answer with words. The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the living room in hues of amber and shadow. “You want us to try it? Her breath caught in her throat as she realized she couldn’t stop staring at him, couldn’t stop noticing the way his shirt clung to his broad shoulders, the way his hands looked so strong and capable.