The taste of her was sweet and sharp, a completely different flavor profile than anything I had grown accustomed to over the last two decades. As our lips met, the intimacy of the moment pressed down on me. I was lying between her thighs, my heavy, bare breasts brushing against her smooth legs, completely exposed while she held my face like I was something precious.
When the kiss finally broke, Debra looked up at me, her cheeks flushed a dark, bruised rose color in the twilight of the bedroom.
"You're amazing," she whispered, her breathing still ragged. Then, her eyes drifted down to my torso. "But you're still completely dressed from the waist down. And you said you were turned on."
I didn't need to be told twice. I stood up beside the bed, unzipping my skirt and letting it pool around
