A Taste for Excitement: A Taste for Romance, #2

By Clea Kinderton

After a torrid night of passion and a romantic day at the beach, sixty-five year old Clarissa realizes that her dirty dalliance with a man less than half her age may turn out to be something more than a one night stand. There's only one problem: she knows nothing about her paramour, not even his name. A meeting with someone from his past and a tense moment during a tropical storm convince her that there's more to this young man than meets the eye.

This steamy 6,700 word erotic story about a mature, older woman and a sexy younger man picks up where the first volume leaves off. It is filled with graphic and explicit language, including oral sex, cunnilingus, and passionate intercourse.

 

The young man led her up over a pile of stone blocks and when they came down the other side her breath caught in her throat.

A waterfall, no more than twenty feet high, cascaded between ferns and palm trees into a small emerald pool surrounded by gleaming black rocks. The waterfall was almost enclosed by the short cliff and practically invisible from anywhere else on the beach, affording them a modicum of privacy. The crash of the falls was just loud enough to obscure their voices from others.

"It's beautiful," she said, turning to him with a smile.

"I come here to think sometimes," he said, leading her by the hand. They walked through the shallow stream leading from the pool to the ocean. The water running over their feet felt crisp and cool, a refreshing change from the hot stone baking under the blaze of the sun.

He set her umbrella and towel roll down on a large flat rock and splashed into the pool, ducking his head under the falls and then shaking the water out of his hair with a yelp. He wiped the water out of his eyes and slicked back his hair with his hands, smiling.

"Come on," he said, waving her over. "It's warmer than it looks."

She climbed down carefully from the rock and slipped into the water. It was lukewarm and came up to her chest. She waded over to him and he embraced her, kissing her on the lips with his open mouth.

They stayed like that for a long, delicious minute before she pulled away.

"I don't even know your name," she said, blushing apologetically. The romantic setting made her realize that things were getting far too serious for anonymous tom-foolery.

He smiled. "I guess you don't," he said, swimming backward, deeper into the pool...
 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Red Lamp Press
• Release date: Nov 21, 2012
• ISBN: 9781516340286

Clea Kinderton

I've always had a wild imagination. I love fat fantasy novels, B movies, comic books, and scifi. But I also love romance and sex and you'll find plenty of both along with heaps of humor, mystery, and suspense jampacked into some of the hottest, hardest, kinkiest stories you may ever read. Strap yourself in, it's going to be a wild ride. I'm always interested in hearing what you have to say and welcome suggestions. You can contact me at [e-mail] and follow me on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/CleaKinderton/ and Twitter: https://twitter.com/CleaKinderton.

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A Taste for Excitement

A Taste for Romance, Volume 2

Clea Kinderton

Published by Red Lamp Press, 2012.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

A TASTE FOR EXCITEMENT

First edition. November 21, 2012.

Copyright © 2012 Clea Kinderton.

ISBN: 978-1516340286

Written by Clea Kinderton.

Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright Page

A Taste for Excitement (A Taste for Romance, #2)

About the Author

Clarissa woke up at five in the morning and ran her hand over her lover's chest. She breathed a sigh of contentment, feeling his chest rise and fall in strong, slow movements; he was still sound asleep. Inhaling his musk, she let her eyes drift closed.

A second later, they fluttered open again with a realization: she didn't know the young man's name.

A guilty smile crept across her face. How long had it been since that had happened? College? Over forty years ago? Was it wrong for a sixty-five year old woman to fuck first and ask questions later?

She ran her thumb over his nipple and kissed him behind the ear. His skin was soft, smooth, youthful. It smelled good, a heady masculine odor that made her hungry down there the way fresh fruit or warm bread made her stomach rumble. His young, strong body was delicious, nourishing, irresistible.

He woke slightly, rolling to face her, his dark eyebrows and lashes contrasting against his skin. He kissed her forehead without opening his eyes, murmuring in his sleep.

She touched his jaw with her fingers, feeling the small prickles of a day's growth, then ran her hand down his side to his naked hip and let it linger there for a second. When he didn't stir, she let her hand move to the thing between his legs, a thrill of excitement coursing through her. It was already hard and pressing into the sheets. She wrapped her fingers around it and he shifted, opening his eyes and smiling.

Good morning, he murmured, brushing hair out of her eyes.

She looked at his young, handsome face, four decades younger than hers, and wondered at her luck. Had they really made love twice yesterday?

She kissed him gently on the lips.