“s**t!” I moaned when I felt my husband sucking a sensitive spot on my neck.
We’re inside his car, resuming what he started inside the cinema. It’s embarrassing, yes, but here we are, having car s*x.
He’s licking my neck while his palms kneaded my breasts. I bit my lip and arched my back as I moaned his name over and over again. He’s just too good with s*x. I don’t know if his medical background helped because he f*****g knows where to touch me to turn me on.
I fisted on his hair as I pulled his face in front of mine. “Kiss me,” I whispered as I stared at his wet red lips.
His lips parted and he inhaled a deep breath before crashing his lips on mine, kissing me like a hungry beast. Breathing was really hard for me to do, not when he is kissing me like we’re running for our lives.
