Was this what it felt like to have consensual s*x? He wasn’t a stranger, not really, since she’d known him for three years and he’d been a witness to her marriage. Yet, she didn’t know anything about this man other than he could kiss like it was nobody’s business and she desperately wanted him.
His lips pushed and pulled, his nose brushing hers as his plush lower lip was the softest punishment she ever endured, and it was excruciatingly erotic. She shouldn’t want him but the wide shoulders and thick chest and the strong arms lifting her clear off the bench seat to straddle him on his lap had her feeling all kinds of wanton.
Before Ercole she’d never engaged in casual s*x. She’d been as devoutly religious and staunch in her beliefs as her parents and felt strongly premarital s*x wasn’t fo
