Babs tugged her bra off and tossed it aside. Her skin against his felt electric. These were sensations she hadn't felt in years, and everything was incredibly intense. She moaned against his mouth, her thighs pressing against his hips. She needed the rest of her clothes off in the worst way.
She pulled away from him and fumbled for the end table, opening the drawer and fishing out a package she had had the foresight to pick up before his visit. "Here," she ordered, shoving a condom into his hand.