How she could be relaxed and so unbelievably wound up at the same time was beyond her. It was her turn to feel desperation and alarms in her mind told her she needed him to keep going at all costs.
Before she knew it, light moans escaped her lips. She kissed his shoulder or pressed her nose into his neck.
Not only was he stimulating inside of her but his naked body on top of hers was overwhelming. Her breasts pressed against such a strong chest. The more they moved together, the more she felt sweat form between them.
"It feels so good," she whispered. "Do… whatever you want to do to me."
At his wife's request, Desmond separated his body from hers but it was just so he could taste her lips once more and muffle her moans with his mouth. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and tasted her mouth.
He did so as if asking for forgiveness for what he was about to do.
