SLIPPERY SINS 2

PAMELLA

The moment the door shut and we were alone the car, silence filled the air, tense and thick. My heart pounded. My body, overly sensitive and hot, was already begging.

The engine rolled back to life, as he started the car. His fingers wrapped around the steering wheel with sleek and practiced motion, as he drove off. I couldn't help but wonder how they'd feel inside me. The thought alone pooled heat between my thighs, and I clenched my emptiness.

It was still overwhelming and unbelievable that my dream sex bud was alive and real and was my husband.

A slow smile spread across his lips...