“You shouldn’t be here!”
“I had to see you.”
As the door slams shut, his mouth is on my neck, seeking out that magical spot. Lifting my skirt, his fingers slip under the intricate lace and between the delicate folds of skin.
Knowing time is of the essence, he pulls my panties to one side and enters me. I feel lightheaded with lust, almost dreamlike, as he pounds and strokes to the point of no return.
“He’s a lucky man,” he says as I readjust my ivory gown.
“Yes, he is,” I reply, a smile forming on my lips.