Savouring My Father's Wife II

SHE gasped, a raw, shocked sound. Her hands, which had been pressing against my chest, now dropped and her soft fingers splayed against my skin, not pushing, but grasping. “You can’t… you can’t talk to me like that.”

“I can talk to you however I want. And I’m going to do whatever I want.” I leaned in to kiss her, my lips capturing hers with a hungry, demanding press. Her mouth was soft, hesitant at first, then opening slightly. My tongue darted ...