Callan laughed, his wife was needy. He could see it in her eyes, how she stared at him like she was unsure, the way her body tensed at every touch of her skin. And she didn't stop trembling when he worked his fingers on her clit.

"Don't do anything. Just relax, I will do everything."

Swiftly, he yanked down her skirt, leaving it on her legs.

He took in her straight legs, noticing how she was pressing her thighs together, jerking in need. She wanted him so badly.

He trailed his fingers ...