She wrapped her arms around him. Her head only came up to his chest. She whispered, “This can’t be a raging moment of passion. This has to be a slow, deep, penetrating fuck.” She giggled under her breath and Mike laughed.

She could smell his cologne mixing with the sweat on his large chest, and she kissed it gently. The hair tickled her nose as she moved her face to his nipples, bit one and pulled back slightly. As Mike leaned his head back, her petite hands stroked along the hardened rise in his pants.

Mike reached down to open her robe, then wrapped his arms around her and cupped...